You are the music, the sky, the palace, the river, the angel, the deep rose that God shows to my blind eyes, secret and without end.
Since June last year, her relationship with Yang Yan has become awkward.
Yang Yan never hesitates to work, and can go 48 hours without shutting her eyes. She often gets home in the middle of the night and starts her first meal of the day with takeaway. For a case that was temporarily dumped, as long as the subject amount was large enough and the risks could be barely offset by the benefits, he would risk his life to take it.
Luo Xing always advised him that he could never make enough money.
Yang Yan looked at her exquisite makeup and hair and smiled. Resisting the urge to rub her hair, he took the bright pearl on her earlobe into his mouth.
The top rich people are desperate to make money, let alone the two insignificant "family" who are just starting out.
Intention: Ideal love is doomed to be false