★The heroine marries first and then falls in love/the hero has been planning for a long time (the heroine becomes an adult)
★Age difference 6-8 years
It was the first time Wen Yanxi met Pang Hechuan. The sixteen-year-old boy was indifferent and unruly, and glanced at her evilly with his narrow eyes.
Xiao Yanxi shrank and looked at the unrelated boy in front of him obediently: "Xiao, how are you, little uncle?"
On Wen Yanxi's sixteenth birthday, Pang Hechuan returned to China.
The hall was full of guests, but Wen Yanxi, the birthday boy, couldn't even sit at the main table.
The busybody: "Hey, why is the birthday girl sitting at the same table as us? Is it because the main table is too crowded?"
Wen Yanxi lowered his head and clenched and unclenched his hands under the table.
At this moment, the man sitting at the head table said: "Xiao Yanxi, sit next to me."
In an instant, the surroundings were as silent as cicadas.
Something happened to the Song family, and she asked him for help. He said, "I can help you, but there are conditions."
"What conditions?"
"Marry me."
On the night of the wedding, Pang Hechuan held her down and said, "This is only interesting if you and I agree."
"In your dreams, that day will not come to pass."
Pang Hechuan's deep eyes reflected her panicked avoidance: "Don't say it too early, Mrs. Pang."
Everyone thought that Pang Hechuan robbed his nephew's fiancée to take revenge on the Song family, and Wen Yanxi thought so too.
Only Pang Hechuan knew that Wen Yanxi, who looked like a student, who was always shy and dared not look at others... Was what he yearned for day and night.
★Pre-receipt of "Snow Sends the Moon to the Bright Night"
The first time I met Zhou Yu was on a snowy night in the middle of winter. Lin Chaole was in a panic and his face was full of tears.
He threw an umbrella to her.
I heard that he came from a prominent family and was the only son.
At the beginning of the story, she was the one who took the initiative to approach, and later she was the one who decided to disappear.
The day of the reunion was also a snowy night. She was stolen from Paris in the snow and she was penniless. Unaccompanied, she was about to live on the streets.
And he, surrounded by people, passed her elegantly in a suit and leather shoes.
She was wet, like a stray cat, and even more embarrassed than when we first met her.
The moment they passed each other, she grabbed the sleeve of his suit, her eyes a little red: "Can you take me to the embassy?"
Everyone thought that he must have hated her all these years and thought that he would definitely reject her.
But unexpectedly, he still took care of her affairs.
That night he came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel.
Looking at each other, her zipper hand shook, and most of her skirt fell down.
He came over and helped her lift up her skirt: "You hook your fingers, and I'll wash them and come over."
He stood behind her and looked at her in the mirror, smiling both righteously and evilly.
"Am I good or not?"
[The flying snow when they first met quietly melted away on the moonlit night when they reunited many years later]
23.12.10 Creation & Interception
Intention: Happiness every day
