After five years, Chen Xingyi returned to China to regain the family business. On the day of the board meeting, his sister from the Xiaobaihua family grabbed him.
"Abstain or avoid voting?"
An innocent little angel in front of others, but a big boss in front of others.
I thought that the sister of the aristocratic family was a little white flower with a black belly, but unexpectedly, the little white flower was not well versed in Taoism and her waistcoat was messed up. He originally wanted to be an outsider and watch indifferently, but unexpectedly found that the little white flower overlapped with the figure in his heart.
"My dear, where were you four years ago?" Cheng Zhihe was unconscious with red cheeks. There was a man patiently coaxing him in his dream.
Strange and familiar memories filled her brain, and she couldn't tell whether they were true or false.
Suddenly, a few hot drops of water fell on my palm.
Before her consciousness fell into chaos, she heard his suppressed voice that was almost trembling.
"Good boy, I miss you..."
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