Zhuang Shulu was abandoned in an orphanage since she was a child, and was later adopted by the He family, who brought her into a wealthy and popular place that she could not even imagine.
Zhuang Shulu just wants to grow up safely.
Whenever he saw someone in a high position, Zhuang Shulu would lower his eyebrows and respectfully call him "Fourth Brother".
He Yanting, the fourth son of the He family, is ruthless and not womanizing. He is the youngest leader of a wealthy family in the He family.
In Zhuang Shulu's eyes, he was the gentlest and kindest person.
In the unknown corner, only he would ask about her homework.
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Spring brings beauty and beauty, and the girl's face blooms. She walks under the eaves with an umbrella, and she looks so stunning.
The sensual young master of the He family pursues Zhuang Shulu. The elders love him so much that they kidnap Zhuang Shulu and give in due to his morals.
One day it rained heavily.
The driver drove the car to the door, "Will the little lady really come?"
The man slowly wiped his lenses, his eyebrows distant and cold, "Who else can she look for besides me?"
As expected, Zhuang Shulu ran over to stop his car, as if she had just cried, her eyes full of embarrassment, "Please help me, fourth brother."
He Yanting lowered the window and said in a calm and distant voice: "How can I help?"
Zhuang Shulu didn't care too much, "I want to be your girlfriend."
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Later, Zhuang Shulu saw an old photo of He Yanting in her blue and white school uniform on He Yanting's old wallet, and hurriedly stole it away.
He Yanting looked at Zhuang Shulu, who was deliberately distant, took off his glasses, and pressed closer, "Shu Shu, you seem to think that I am too kind."
*Planned for a long time, the gentle scum x the sensitive, simple and self-improving angel Dom's boyfriend/age difference/status difference/adoption story (no intimate contact before adulthood)
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As the largest family in Hong Kong, the Tang family's wife, Nie Wanzheng, has always been a topical figure focused on by the media.
But the Tang family kept her secret, and the only photos left on the Internet were a pair of dark-colored cheongsam peeking out from the door of a black car -
The legs of innocent dreams.
Enough to sway with style.
There are rumors.
Nie Wanzheng's real first love was her stepson, the youngest son of the Tang family.
But on the day of the funeral of the head of the Tang family.
Someone saw Nie Wanzheng holding a black umbrella to see her husband off and getting into the car of Tang Zongrui, the eldest son of Tang Dynasty.
Tang Zongrui held her chin with his palm and leaned over to kiss her.
Nie Wanzheng didn't respond.
After she finished, she wiped off the water stains on her lips and said, "Tang Zongrui, you are a rotten person."
Tang Zongrui's eyes were fixed on the rain outside the window, as black as a snake, and he stared at the person in front of him indifferently.
"It doesn't matter."
"BB, how many more days do you have to observe mourning for him?"
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Nie Wanzheng feels that four words can sum up the first half of her life.
I can't help myself.
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[She has eyes that love bluebirds, but she has no right to face the wind. ]
Intention: I hear the sound of snow when I dream about you, and see spring when you are with me.