Love the Stars

The bright and flirtatious king vs the aristocratic and ascetic human ideal There is a new tenant in Oyster Shell Courtyard. He is handsome and taciturn in white clothes and black trousers. He is handsome and is a university professor. Rao Xingchen tilted his head and looked at him: Yes, it's the style she likes. On the night of his first arrival, he couldn't sleep and pushed open the door of the small courtyard. She tied a purple magnolia flower in her hair and drank alone by the moon. The way she tilted her head and asked him for his mobile phone number was so beautiful that it moved my heart. The professor looked unmoved, but turned around and quietly approved her friend application. That day under the sunset corridor, She wore a hairpin scarf and a halter-neck cheongsam. I ignored him as I passed him by. But last night, the two of them were clearly in the same room. Under layers of mist, she is very close. This young professor who is always calm and composed, The strong and unbreakable inner wall was shattered by her... Later, under the moonlight at the night market, He held the flowers she picked on his temples and said to her: "It's my honor to share the stars with you that have shone brightly for thousands of years." Later, this flower of the high mountains in the eyes of the world, As long as a gentleman's way is maintained, the defense will be broken thoroughly. Deep in love, he held her in his arms, Speak the most beautiful love words in her ear: "Fall together with me, fall in love together, what's wrong with that?" From then on, the streets and alleys were filled with fireworks, and love was like the stars. Reading guide: 1. The first half is a fishing village and the second half is a city. The flower mouth of Gaoling is too upright. 2. Running in both directions, the heroine is not stupid and sweet. Easily approach, ambiguous pull does not burn your brain 3. 1V1/HE/SC —————— Currently updating: Yechao Weilan [Marriage first, love later] The noble cheongsam designer lady × the dank boss with eight hundred scheming minds Ruan Linglong, the most noble young lady in Pingjiang City. She lives in a century-old private garden and runs her ancestor's cheongsam shop, specializing in making clothes for the ladies of aristocratic families. That rainstorm had just stopped, and the tiles were still dripping with water. The man stepped into the yard with begonias all over the ground. He stood elegantly in the light and shadow with a full body, and said, "Take the cheongsam ordered by Mrs. Ye." She opened the bead curtain and handed it to him. He was stunned when he took it: "Palace Xiangyunsha?" "Sir, you have good eyesight." Linglong smiled, her brows and eyes were filled with the arrogance of a daughter of a wealthy family, which made the whole court lose their color. The two met again in the swimming pool of a private club. She suffered leg cramps and drowned. In a daze, her waist was captured, and someone lifted her out of the water. Linglong coughed and opened her eyes. She saw that he was soaked all over, but his eyes were so hot that she said, "We meet again, Miss Ruan." Later, the Ye family urged marriage, and the elders chatted endlessly while holding photos of famous ladies. Ye Lansheng turned a deaf ear and stared at the slim figure measuring clothes behind the screen, "Why sacrifice the near for the far?" In the dead silence of the whole house, he smiled lightly and looked at Linglong: "I think Miss Ruan... Is very good." That night, she was "invited" into his study. The man calmly unfolded the yellowed land deed and prenuptial agreement, He took off his glasses and approached, "Miss Ruan, make your own choice." Linglong didn't even raise her head: "Mr. Ye, I sell my cheongsam, not my body." "Really?" He pressed her on the case, The cold frame of the mirror in her hand traced her cheek all the way down: "That time underwater, you almost made me lose my composure. My body at that time was not as... Hard as it is now." Small Theater On a humid and rainy night, she was blocked on the second floor of the cheongsam shop. The man slowly stroked the wall-to-wall clothing: "Pick a color." She backed away warily: "What to do?" He hooked up the measuring tape and wrapped it around her wrist: "Measure the size..." "Make a wedding dress." It was a lie that he wanted to take the cheongsam, but it was true that he wanted to marry her. Purpose: Every passion is worth pursuing with all your strength