After the Romantic Beauty Changed Her Marriage

Ayu, who has a romantic nature, disguised herself as the second girl of the Shangshu Mansion with low self-esteem and cowardice. She was framed by her eldest sister to steal a bride and exchange her for marriage. Not only was she slandered as having the disease, but she was also framed as being intoxicated with incense. She was in the same room with her foreign man and was unconscious. Looking at the noble and noble son of the eldest princess in front of her, Ayu closed her eyes and continued. Since they all framed her for being dissolute, it would be disrespectful of course :) The reputation is in shambles, and Ayu's spirit is incredibly beautiful. Shang Shu's father and stepmother helped his sister-in-law steal a bride and exchange her for marriage? Okay, she secretly supported the outer chamber and sought status in the mansion, which made the Shangshu Mansion go crazy. Her parents shook their heads and sighed when she mentioned her, and they didn't dare to mess with her or get close to her. Mother-in-law wants to tease her? Okay, I made a small cut with my finger. The mother-in-law, who was so scared that she was afraid of being infected, staggered back and no longer dared to ask her to say hello. The son of the eldest princess said that she behaved shamelessly and did not follow the rules? Well, don't pester her after she gets married. She gets drunk and stands at the gate of the Zhenguo Palace all night. Her name is still on his lips when he is carried back. She stood there calmly, and one, two, or three fish came to the door on their own, and they were jealous of Pomeranian's smile, and the fight was endless, while she was only responsible for sitting next to them and smiling occasionally. Who are you laughing at? Laugh at the nominal husband, the man who has never been involved in any jealousy from beginning to end. The eldest son of the Duke of Zhenguo, the proud son of heaven, is handsome and unparalleled, but has a cold-hearted nature that is almost heartless. The marriage was planned, but it was arranged by the family. The fiancée had a bad reputation and her reputation as a dissipator spread throughout the capital. Whether she was dissolute or well-behaved, who would she marry? Until this extremely beautiful wife got married. She stood in front of him, with a calm expression and a gentle smile, as if those rumors were just gossip. He glanced at it lightly and thought to himself, this person is too eye-catching and too troublesome. So she smiled at others, and he walked away indifferently. Later, he saw her nominal brother massaging her ankle. She was half-leaning on the beauty's back, her skirt was slightly lifted, revealing a section of her snow-white calf. The brother's movements were affectionate and his fingertips lingered. The white of his ankles seemed to be burned into his eyes. That night, he dreamed of the whiteness and his own hands covering it, which was even more extreme than his brother's. It feels like a piece of fine jade. He woke up sweating from his dream. Later, at night, his fingertips ran over the red mark on her neck that had not faded. He rubbed it very slowly and said in a low voice, "Ayu, who left this?" Gradually, the people who had been entangled with her either disappeared, or fell silent, or no longer dared to say a word. But in the night, he held her in his arms, his chin pressed against the top of her hair, and his voice was so hoarse that he could not suppress his madness: "Ayu, your eyes are only allowed to look at me from now on." From now on, her tenderness is no longer a place to go. It was his cage, and he was willing to be by her side from now on, never leaving her again. The male protagonist is willing to take the bait x the slutty beauty, the female protagonist has no heart *All men are C, the male protagonist does not have Bai Yueguang. ————Pre-collection of "New York Giants Picked Me Up After Amnesia [80]" Please collect it—————— 1987, New York. On the third day after Wen Zhiyi arrived in the United States, her wallet was stolen, her luggage was confiscated, and the unscrupulous agent took away her last month's rent, and she even lost her memory. She squatted on the steps in front of Columbia University, her eyes darkening with hunger. There was a crumpled piece of cardboard in front of him, with five words crookedly written on it: "I can cook Chinese food." A black Lincoln parked silently in front of her. The car window rolled down, revealing a young face of mixed Eastern and Western descent. He has deep eyebrows and slightly raised eyes. He is meticulously dressed in a three-piece suit and holds a thin cigar between his fingers. The way he looked at her was like looking at a kitten that had been soaked in the rain and huddled in a corner with nowhere to go. "How much does a meal cost?" She held up a finger. "One hundred dollars?" She shook her head, her voice wavering: "One... One meal, one night on the sofa." The man said nothing, his eyes fell on her hands that were clenching the cardboard with white knuckles. After a moment of silence, the car door popped open. "Come up." The amnesiac Wen Zhiyi is too clingy. Especially at night, she would always lie defenseless on the sofa in his study, holding his suit jacket tightly in her arms. When he called, his voice was as soft as a marshmallow that couldn't be melted: "Alex, when will you come back? I'm scared alone." On the other end of the phone, the man was signing a three billion acquisition contract. The pen tip paused. "... An hour." In fact, he arrived in twenty minutes. He taught her to know how to behave, to know how to advance and retreat, and to obey the rules. She nodded seriously, and the next day she went through his study, wore his shirt, got under the table when he was in a meeting, and quietly held his hand. The room full of Wall Street bosses watched helplessly as their cold-blooded boss pressed down a small hand from the table with an expressionless expression. Then - didn't let go. Three months later, she regained her memory. At that moment, Wen Zhiyi just wanted to bury herself. She is not a poor international student, but a top student who came from time to time. As the youngest Ph. D. In physics at Caltech, he specializes in superstring theory. In the 1980s, this field was still regarded as "mathematical whimsy", but she was already a genius who could debate Nobel Prize winners at the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton. On the way to New York to attend an academic conference, she lost her memory. And the things she did - keeping someone as a pet for three months, crawling into his arms every day, holding his arm even when sleeping, and even signing the marriage documents in a daze - each one of them shattered her academic dignity. Wen Zhiyi took advantage of his absence and ran away with the box. After Alexander lost the person, he searched New York three times and finally found out that she had gone to Los Angeles. Los Angeles, Pasadena. Caltech's annual Donors' Dinner is held in the Athenaeum Hall. Wen Zhiyi wore a dark blue silk dress, her hair was tied loosely behind her head, and she wore a pair of small star-shaped earrings on her earlobes. Holding a glass of champagne, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and was discussing the compactification problem of Calabi-Yau manifolds with a gray-haired old professor. She spoke quickly and her eyes were full of light. The door was pushed open, and the voices in the entire hall suddenly dropped, as if they were suppressed by something. She turned around. Alexander stood at the door. As the largest sponsor tonight, he had donated a total of 400 million US dollars to Caltech. The newly completed building of the School of Physics bore the name of his family foundation. The cufflinks of his suit reflected a glimmer of light in a low-key manner, and a wedding ring on his ring finger was dazzling. "Dr. Wen, long time no see." The dinner hall was brightly lit, and he walked straight towards her through the crowd, his gaze so hot that it could burn someone: "I heard that you are studying the universe? I can fully fund it, with no period limit and no upper limit. There is only one condition -" He leaned close to her ear, and his voice was as low as the lowest string of the cello: "Come back to me, my universe." Small theater: "Alexander, what do you want?!" "Sweetheart, what do you think - if the president of Caltech knew that his star physicist had not only lost his memory, slept on the street, and was determined to sign marriage documents with me... Who would he have tea with first?" "... You are shameless!" "Well, I'm shameless." The man lowered his head and rubbed the corners of her lips. His voice was muffled, with an irrepressible smile, "Shh, don't talk. The little scientist's lips should be used for more meaningful things." SC, transnational love in the 1980s, 21X26. A genius scientist who looks cold but is actually clingy and shy Purpose: Experience empathy and love while growing up.