Shen Fuli was 25 years old when she and Ying Jiacheng were together. She recovered from a serious illness and returned to Nanyu to resume her studies. At the instructor's party, she saw the man on the far right of the sofa. He was in a suit and trousers, with jet-black hair and black eyes. He was handsome and indifferent.
In the eyes of outsiders, they were junior sisters and senior brothers, and no one had ever associated them with each other.
She is pretty and old-fashioned, follows the rules, studies hard, and is an out-and-out good girl.
But he was unruly, cynical, the founder of a biotechnology company, young and promising, and there was a huge difference between him and her.
On the day of Luoshan's party, the surroundings were very noisy. Ying Jiacheng looked down at her eyes and could only hear clearly what she said, "Can we be together?"
Thunder rumbled outside the window, raindrops fell in lines, and a circle of foam accumulated beside the swimming pool.
He chuckled, "Sorry, you're so grumpy."
But in the next second, he bent down, held the slender back of her neck with his big hands, and kissed her lips, "But you can bully her."
At first no one believed that they would last forever, but they talked for the longest time, and everyone around them began to bless them.
In the year of graduation, Shen Fuli flipped through the secret love diary he had written in high school, added a sentence at the end, and got what he wanted.
However, things went against her expectations and she ended up breaking up with her.
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When they met again, he was still unattainable, and his reputation was even greater than before, but he was so clean that there was no woman around him.
But Shen Fuli had already put away her previous thoughts and kept a distance from him.
Due to work reasons, he was Party A. During the negotiation, Ying Jiacheng only had eyes for her, but Shen Fuli didn't even look at him. After the negotiation, she went straight into the other person's car.
At the celebration banquet, after three drinks, everyone was drunk. Shen Fuli had to ask the driver to leave, but he crashed into his car.
After a stalemate, she had no choice but to get out of the car. She was slightly drunk, the air was blowing through the heat wave, and the streets were busy with traffic.
Outside the police car, under the banyan tree, she was pressed against the corner of the red brick wall, unable to retreat. The corners of her eyes were slightly red, and her breath was unsteady: "What do you want?"
Ying Jiacheng lowered his head and came closer, biting her earlobe gently. His warm breath was immersed in her, tenderly possessing her, "I only want you, please take care of me."
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[Secret love is like the wind, never made clear, but it grows crazily in the summer when you leave. ]
The prodigal son turns back, double c
Secret love comes true
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The night I flew to Europe with Qi Yushi, we encountered a heavy rainstorm that had never happened in a century and made an emergency landing. The flashlight in the cabin broke. Some people panicked, others cried, and some people were holding pens and paper to write suicide notes.
There was lightning and thunder, it was dark outside the window, and the plane was floating in the rain and thick fog. Shen Yan held the seat with one hand and looked at him with pale lips, "Will we die?"
The man chuckled, "What are you afraid of? Let's go together."
His cold, slender fingers twisted a strand of black hair at the back of her neck, pulled it gently, broke it and put it in his pocket. At that time, his voice could be called doting, "That's good, I can find you in the next life."
His heartbeat and the sound of the emergency announcement became rapid together. In the sky where thick clouds rolled in like the end of the world, Shen Yan's heart moved for him again.
Later, after traveling around Europe, Shen Yan endured the physical pain and went to socialize with him. She watched him go away at the hotel. When she came back, she saw a beautiful girl beside him. She tiptoed and gently touched his face, whispering affectionately.
The cold stone floor was covered with rainwater. Shen Yan fell and was injured, so he went back home first.
When he came back, no one mentioned anything about the foreign affairs. They were as close as ever, as if there was no barrier.
Later, Shen Yan bumped into him chatting with his friend, and heard him say in a casual tone, "She is an actress, how can I like her."
Later, a piece of paper about his engagement to someone else made the headlines in Beijing. The newspaper was distributed all over the capital, and Shen Yan kept ten copies on his bedside table.
She proposed breaking up and left all those things to him. On the day she moved out of the villa, the roses in the yard began to bloom. It happened to be her sixth year with him.
Burning the gifts, deleting and blocking him, she erased him from her world, as if this person had never existed.
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One day two years later, they met again on the set. He was smoking by the car door and watched her get into someone else's car.
His eyes were getting colder little by little. The handsome man in a suit and leather shoes had been soaked in the rain all night, looking dejected and lonely.
When the cigarette butt is extinguished, you realize that love is like a spark that is hard to extinguish.
At the final celebration banquet, someone gave Shen Huan ninety-nine French roses to express her love for her. Qi Yushi cut them off and gave them an emerald diamond ring. He knelt on one knee and said with seriousness in his cold and peach blossom eyes, "Huan Huan, I want to get married."
But Shen Yan didn't even look at the diamond ring. She chose a rose with a cold expression. There was no trace of affection in her eyes. She coldly replied: "Mr. Qi, I'm already awake."
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Chasing Wife Crematorium/sc/he
Cold-hearted capitalist × Cold wild rose in the entertainment industry
The whole network is so popular that the heroine is a movie queen
Intention: casual, follow one's heart
