There was an accident at home, and Shang Yanran was treated as a burden and sent to a strange small town in the south of the Yangtze River.
Shang Yanran is beautiful, with a soft and waxy voice, skin so tender that you can pinch water, and a pair of deer eyes, which makes her look weak and bullyable.
She is incompatible with everything here.
People like a bastard like Sheng Lin are in completely different worlds.
Sheng Lin didn't like the little girl who occupied his room at all. She was very annoyed, and he didn't have the slightest intention to take care of her.
Sheng Lin sneered: "Get away, do you hear me?"
This little idiot, timid and smiling like a rabbit, still dared to pull his sleeves and ask him to protect her.
Sheng Lin smiled half-heartedly: "Young Master, do you look like someone who would do such stupid things?"
In the end, he beat away the gangsters who wanted to bully her.
That night.
The little idiot used a thin white cotton swab to apply medicine to the corners of his mouth. The force was so strong that it hurt him to death.
She said: "Sheng Lin, you are very good."
His whole body ached, and there was no good spot on his body. He almost lost his life, but he could only say that it was good.
He secretly swore that he would never be a bitch again.
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Later, Shang Yanran left without any nostalgia and never came back, just like she never appeared.
When we met again, it was already many years later.
At the reception, she was dressed in white and looked as pure and beautiful as before.
Her eyes were crooked and she smiled shyly, like a pregnant girl, but she was facing someone else.
Sheng Lin lazily held a cigarette in his mouth and leaned against the wall. The smoke blurred his face. He watched the scene quietly.
She is such a heartless little bastard, why should he follow etiquette and upbringing. What's more, when he was born, he was engraved with brutality and ferocity in his bones. He couldn't be a gentleman even in a suit and leather shoes. If you want it, grab it and throw it away when you are tired of it.
Shang Yanran: "Sheng Lin, we are not suitable."
Sheng Lin nodded casually, agreed, and then curled his lips: "So what. If I want it, you have to give it."
She is a princess and he is a beggar.
He just wanted to drag the princess out of the castle and put her in a cage.
Intention: love