Green Hills

The Zhou family has a single lineage and has been passed down to the seventh generation, which is regarded as the last generation. Once the eldest lady transferred to another school and provoked a cold-blooded academic master, she went from actively provoking to approaching in disguise, step by step, and fell into the trap. In the sultry summer after the college entrance examination, Wei Qingqiao leaned the person against the tree and kissed him carefully. His arms, as tender as lotus root segments, entangled around the person's neck, gently clasping them together and slowly twisting them, and exhaled like a orchid. Zhou Qi's pupils were shaking. Her first kiss! Her first love! Her little heart! She was killed to pieces. Shi Shiran, the culprit, opened his misty eyes and said, "Ah Qi, give me a hug." Or tear me apart. But no matter what, don't let me go. -------- There is a mine in the family, and they can be coaxed and stopped. The rich second generation x one is poor, the other is fair, and they are as beautiful as flowers. They are really academics. Next book Burning Wo In mid-summer, when she was fifteen years old, the girl who witnessed the crime was forcibly silenced. From then on, the seeds of evil were planted, and eventually they grew into a deformed monster under the water of evil thoughts, and finally swallowed her up completely in the summer of her twenty-seventh year. By the window of the dilapidated rental house, Song Ran counted out the sleeping pills, thinking to forget it, forget it all, whether it was resentment or hatred. "I'm sorry, Xu Qinghe." The voice with a relieved smile disappeared in the current. Vision begins to blur, dizziness, vomiting, suffocation... The pain of death always makes people feel alive with incomparable clarity. Song Ran closed her eyes. But a very familiar voice came to my ears vaguely... -------- Xu Qinghe never expected that after nearly ten years of painstaking planning, he would eventually drive Song Ran to death. All the mistakes started in the summer when I was fifteen. At that time, her vague possessiveness had just sprouted. From then on, the distorted idea was just a fragile seedling. I want to be with Song Ran. Want to kiss her like a lover. I want to build a golden cage to trap her by my side forever and ever. Even the God of Death. Nor should it separate us. The siren of the ambulance pierced the sky, and Xu Qinghe sat on his knees in the mess on the ground while listening to the voice played on his mobile phone. This is all my fault... She thought. If at that time... Intention: Coming to you.