Jiang Wang was eight years old when he first met him. He took her arm and hid it behind the cabinet.
He was fifteen when he said goodbye to Jiang Wang. He was taken back to Jiang Wang's home in Nanheng, and the parting letter he wrote to her promised to meet her when he was eighteen.
At the age of eighteen, she escaped, carrying only a small suitcase, and arrived in Nanheng City, but she did not see Jiang Wang who had attended the appointment.
Someone heard that she was looking for Jiang Wang and took her to a famous bar in Nanheng.
The man leaned on the sofa, and the lights of the bar flickered.
The girl next to him was talking to him with a sweet smile, and he was playing with his lighter.
The moment the firelight illuminated his outline, it also illuminated the slutty look in his eyes.
She looked at him for a long time, and the girl next to him noticed it, and asked coquettishly who he was, and whether it was another love debt you incurred.
He smiled, and his lazy tone sounded perfunctory, "There are so many people who care about me, how can I remember everyone."
She shouldn't be persistent, but if it weren't for his face that was exactly the same as Jiang Wang's.
His friend next to him called him Jiang Wang, and he hummed nonchalantly, even the names were exactly the same.
After she finally let go and wanted to leave Nanheng.
Jiang Wang pinched her chin and forced her to look at him. His eyes were fierce and his knuckles turned white from the force. All his friends next to him were telling him to forget it.
But he stared at her closely, "Forget it? She provoked me first, and now she wants me to forget it?"
"Chen Xiruo, have you made it clear who he and I are?
Every time you call my name, are you thinking of my fake brother or me? "
·The Prodigal Son Returns/Stand-in Position
·2023/3
Intention: There is no such summer
