You Are My Root Directory

If you like it, please bookmark it~~You are welcome to create a comment area. Copywriting: Sheng Jingming is nine years older than Zhuang Wanyan, and they are neighbors. Zhuang Wanyan's mother was originally going to marry Sheng Jingming's father. Unfortunately, her parents died in a car accident on the way to get the certificate. Nineteen-year-old Sheng Jingming and ten-year-old Zhuang Wanyan were left alone and helpless. After seeing Zhuang Wanyan being neglected and abused by her uncle's family, Sheng Jingming, a freshman in college, resolutely took her to live with her. She rented a house outside the school, found a school for Zhuang Wanyan, and supported Zhuang Wanyan's life and study by doing odd jobs after class. Sheng Jingming loved Zhuang Wanyan very much and acted as a mother to accompany her as she grew up. The two depended on each other and were warm to each other. Twelve years passed by, and Zhuang Wanyan, who was crying and bullied back then, turned into a beautiful woman, beautiful, confident, with countless suitors, but she didn't like any of them. "Then what do you like?" Sheng Jingming asked his sister with a smile. "You are like this." Zhuang Wanyan said softly. "Seriously." Zhuang Wanyan looked at her affectionately: "You! You are the one I like for ten years!" Sheng Jingming's face was livid, he untied his belt and pointed at her, "Do you know what you are talking about! In ancient times, you had to call me 'Mom'!" Zhuang Wanyan shed tears: "But this is not ancient times. You like me too, right? Why don't you dare to admit it?" "Shut up!" Sheng Jingming was trembling all over, and he raised his belt and hit her for the first time. But how did she know that three years later, by some strange combination of circumstances, she would sleep in the same bed as the sister she wanted to avoid. Under the dim light, Zhuang Wanyan's eyes were as charming as silk: "Sister, please love me again..." When she woke up in the morning, Sheng Jingming held her head and looked at the messy paper balls beside the bed in confusion. She felt that she might have drank too much, but the first time could be explained as drunkenness, and the second and third time, what was the reason for it. This time she couldn't beat Zhuang Wanyan with the belt, so she put on her clothes and ran away in a hurry. Zhuang Wanyan looked at the hickey on her neck in the mirror with firm eyes: Sister, love me again - in the way of a lover. Mission: Change lives with one hand