And Zhuma's Heavenly HE

[Advance request for "Hidden Marriage with My Secret Lover"~] Qiao Jue grew up under the protection of Huo Fengshi and never thought that Huo Fengshi would fall in love with someone else. Until one day, Huo Fengshi said to Qiao Jue: "Xiao Jue, I like someone, he is very dazzling." How dazzling is it? Probably you will be impressed by that person when you see him. Knowing this news, Qiao Jue circled around them like a clown, preventing the two from getting closer with dark thoughts. But clowns also have a heart, and clowns will feel sad if they are repeatedly ignored and trampled on. Everyone said that Qiao Jue was not as good as Yan Xunchao, Huo Fengshi's sweetheart. Everyone said that you were nothing compared to Yan Xunchao, and Huo Fengshi would not choose you. Qiao Jue also wants to be firmly chosen, even once. On his birthday, Qiao Jue dressed up to attend, hoping to spend his coming-of-age ceremony in the best possible way. The person he most wanted to see didn't come. Eighteen candles were burning on the cake, and the flickering candlelight seemed to mock his wishful thinking. Qiao Jue watched the candlelight burn out. The beautiful cake was dripping with wax, and the sweet taste was nauseating for no reason. Yan Xunchao had the same birthday as Qiao Jue, so everyone went to his place. Qiao Jue also wants to be firmly chosen, even once—— If you are wishful thinking, just forget about it. Huo Fengshi, Qiao Jue didn't want it anymore. * Qiao Jue has experienced many ridiculous things, and this one ranks at the top—— Kissing a love rival and being caught by a sweetheart. Yan Xunchao held Qiao Jue in his arms. Qiao Jue looked up and saw a person standing not far away. The man's face was pale, and there was shock and pain in his eyes that Qiao Jue had never seen before. Qiao Jue thought that Huo Fengshi's pain came from his sweetheart kissing someone else. Later I found out that this was indeed the case, but his sweetheart was not Yan Xunchao, but Qiao Jue—— [A dog-blood novel, cp Yan Xunchao, the protagonist is not perfect, and it is not appropriate to control the party, so be cautious when entering the trap] Intention: The sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.