[Original title: Objection is invalid/Posthumous text of "Yao Yao Returns to Ji" and "Exclusively for You"]
Successor Series
[The ancestor in charge of high society vs the eldest lady in charge of the ancestors]
[Astronomy × Ocean]
Sheng Junlin was married to a married woman, but he was in the capital city and his wife was in the port area. They were so far apart that they only met when they were children.
In the impression that the other party had an arrogant temperament, Sheng Junlin never took it seriously. With his temper, he would never want to marry a princess.
Until the He family's precious daughter went to Beijing to study.
He was told: "If you don't marry me back, you won't be able to come back to this family either."
So Sheng Junlin, a rebellious young master, went to the library to block people on the day she entered school, trying to scare her into breaking off the engagement.
The little followers leading the way: "The boss, it's her!"
Sheng Junlin waved a butterfly knife and went up: "Hey."
"Brother Juan Lin." The girl smiled thickly, but suddenly she became panicked again and hid behind his arm: "Brother, they are so scary..."
After looking at each other for a moment, Sheng Junlin coughed, quietly put the butterfly knife back into his pocket, and scolded them to get lost.
Little followers: "...?"
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In the following months, Sheng Junlin seemed to be possessed by a demon, and it became increasingly difficult to refuse each of the girl's requests.
He had a vague feeling that this sister was a bit deadly.
But before he could think about it and react, he already felt that this kind of baby kiss was not unacceptable.
One day, he overheard her talking on the phone——
"Uncle Sheng, Sheng Junlin will listen to me now. We agreed that if he can be obedient to me, we will cancel the engagement. You can't go back on it."
Sheng Junlin: "..."
Grass.
That day, He Tingxue didn't know yet, so she called him as usual: "My shoulder hurts, brother Junlin, can you help me carry my backpack?"
Sheng Junlin sneered: "I am a grown man, giving you a backpack? Are you dreaming?"
"It's better to carry the baby today."
"Carry it yourself."
He Tingxue handed it over: "Can the red one be okay?"
After gritting his teeth for three seconds.
Sheng Junlin: "... It needs to be dark."
Intention: It is not the style of a princess to let fate take its course. Even if she is single-handed and fearless, the world will be deaf and mute.
