The Long Spring Dream [Reunion After Breaking the Mirror]

It's over~ The full text only requires a glass of Michelle lemonade. The new Wenlong Aotian has been opened. If you are interested, you can take a look. Please add it to your tweets. Babies, please take a look at my advance receipt QAQ [Reunion after a long absence/Reunion after breaking the mirror/The superior bows his head/Chasing his wife at the crematorium] Warm and sober beauty x boss who is cold on the outside and warm on the inside Four years ago, Shi Sui fulfilled a dream. The kind person reminded her that a rich man like him would never be sincere. She just lowered her head and smiled, and he would coax her to sleep at sleepless nights; he would search the whole city for her words in her sleep just to buy her home back; he would call her softly in her ear after every hug: Suisui. Until she offered her sincere heart, she heard him and his friends mocking her. It turns out that he is not in a relationship with her, it turns out that she is just a slightly interesting toy to him. It rained heavily that day. Shi Sui picked up the gift from the trash can and went to the appointment with his nominal mother. In the quiet teahouse of the small courtyard, the young lady smiled and handed over a check: Miss Shi, Shen Rang is about to be engaged to the daughter of the Bai family. This is compensation for you. They are both women. I hope you can choose the right path. Shi Sui accepted the check, looked back at the city that held almost all her memories at the airport entrance, and walked into the entrance without any nostalgia. ———————————————— The heir to the Shen family is known as the flower of the high mountains. No one in the circle knows about his mysophobia, and there are countless people who say they want to conquer him. Later, someone said that he loved him, but took a check and ran away from him. The night she left, Shen Rang sat in silence all night. He took over the family business after dawn, and within a few years, he controlled all of Nuo's properties. When the man returned to China four years later, he originally planned to break her bones to let her know his mistake. He forced her to a corner, and couldn't control his disobedient hands and pinched her chin: 50 million, stay tonight. Holding the softness of four years ago in her arms with one hand, she found that there was no trace of him in her eyes. Later, the noble man knelt down on one knee in front of the world, pressing forward step by step and looking up at the person on the steps: I want you to love me. Reading Guide SC HE/age difference 5 slow heat After the two broke up, the male protagonist never talked about it again, but the female protagonist did ————The following is my advance collection~If you are interested, please click to collect it~Qiuqiu———— An honest, sick and weak girl x a proud son of a bad heaven. [Original article published in early March] Bai Ling traveled to a world of immortal cultivation and became cannon fodder with a sick body. Wear it as the cannon fodder female supporting character who took away the bones of the villain, the Demon Emperor, and was eventually slaughtered all over the house and crushed into ashes. She was born with a sick bone and her life was short. In order to avoid the drama, she cautiously approached the favored son of the sect and wanted to hug his thigh. But for some reason, this young prodigy seemed to accept everything she showed, and he allowed her to get close but seemed too annoyed. The look in his eyes became increasingly weird, like a dormant poisonous snake waiting for the perfect opportunity to strangle. The deadline was approaching, and she hid in a mortal town, just wanting to finish her last journey in peace. However, a few days later, the young man found her residence. His expression was gloomy, he reached out to her heart, and his voice seemed to come from hell: "Little junior sister, your life is almost gone." "But it doesn't matter." He suddenly smiled, and that smile was full of madness and paranoia. * Bai Ling was imprisoned in the Demon Emperor's Palace, and she realized that her younger brother was the reborn villain, the Demon Emperor. She just thought he wanted to take revenge on her. Until one day, her old illness broke out again, and the elixir didn't work. Jiang Zhaowan stood in front of her and cut out his own bones without hesitation. There was still a warm breath on them. He held Gen Gu in front of her, his eyes filled with passion and madness. "Little junior sister, don't worry you won't die." "I took out my bones. Can I replace them with yours?" He stretched out his cold fingers, slid them down slowly, and finally stopped at her heart, pressing it gently. "Do you like it? Or... Little junior sister wants more than just bones?" ———————————————————————— Gentle and fake daughter x the forbearing and affectionate true young master SC When Luo Xi was curled up on the bed with her computer in hand, making travel plans, her parents' cries were heard from downstairs. She went downstairs and saw the boy who had topped the grade list for three consecutive years standing in her living room. The boy's shirt was washed white, but he couldn't suppress his dignified aura and just looked at her indifferently. There was no resentment as she imagined. The mother said to her tremblingly: "We have discussed it, you can stay." It turns out that she is a dove occupying a magpie's nest, occupying other people's lives that should be smooth. Luo Xi stumbled and learned to get along with that person, but was always rejected thousands of miles away. "Fill the river." He didn't allow her to get close to her, but he knocked on her door the night before he filled out his application form. The wall lamp in the hallway cast a shadow on his brow, and his tone was cold but unquestionable. Luo Xi responded, suppressing the trembling in her heart and closing the door. The relationship between the two is still inseparable. Until the originally scheduled baby girl came to ask for an engagement, he went into his parents' study privately, his voice as cold as ever: "She is not your biological child, baby girl, give up and move her registered residence." She could hear clearly what was happening outside the door. —————————————————————— Minghuai knew Luo Xi from a very early age. She was versatile and well-born. She was a dazzling pearl in everyone's eyes and a god that he never dared to... Blaspheme. Until fate made a joke with him, her life should have been his. He heard the devil's voice in a trance: She is no longer a god, you can... His father was a cruel gambler and his mother was cowardly. He set up a trap to make her leave when he was ten years old. In a family of gamblers, he considered himself not a good person, so—— Minghuai caught the girl's body as she stumbled over after drinking, and calmly looked at the little face that had never shown any gloom. His voice was very soft, but it sounded repressed and crazy. "It was my life that was wrongly carried back then. I should hate you." He suddenly grabbed her small and delicate chin, emotions welling up in his eyes, "As punishment... You are mine." ———————————————— One rainy night a few years later, their parents were watching TV downstairs, and he forced them to the corner of the stairs and kissed them: "What's the point of moving out of household registration?" He rubbed the warm back of her neck with his palms and continued to intertwine, while his breath circled her trembling eyelashes, "You have enjoyed my eighteen years of fine clothing and fine food, and it is not too much to write my name in your spouse column." ——————————————Part 2—————————————— Damp and timid sister Bao x rebellious young master Bai Zhiyu has a secret. She likes the unruly and unruly Gu Xuchuan from her neighbor, but she feels that he will definitely beat her up if she confesses, so she decides—— The text message about buying a virtual number on Taozi expressed her feelings. 1069Xxxxx: Gu Xuchuan, you look so handsome when you play, especially the way your sweat flows down your jawline and sinks into your sleeveless top. Not long after, she saw the red ears of a man wiping his sweat not far away, and she knew he was angry. 1069Xxxxx: You didn't eat much today. Is it because you have a bad appetite? 1069Xxxxx: The car you drove today is so handsome, but I don't like the way others look at you. She continued texting happily for a whole semester, until one day she and her roommate were running on campus, and a crisp breath of air floated past her. She stared at the people passing by, and in her mind, she wrote the most daring text message—— 1069xxxxx: Can you give me the clothes you are wearing today? As usual, she was just having fun. But the next day in the basketball gym, where Gu Xuchuan usually sat, there was a clean blue sleeveless top. "???" ———————————— Gu Xuchuan, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, never suffered from anger and lived smoothly for twenty years, until last semester—— His mobile phone received a bunch of harassing text messages for no reason. He scolded them back, but they were virtual numbers and could not be seen by the other party at all. The gas accumulates more and more. Several young people nearby laughed so hard that they couldn't stand up straight. He roared in a low voice and insisted on finding out who it was. After two months of investigation, based on the time each text message was sent—— He walked up to the fair-skinned girl with a well-behaved face written all over her face. She was looking at him with watery and timid almond-shaped eyes. He cursed secretly in his heart, "*" How could this be the kind of person who looks down on rape... He began to observe secretly and gradually seduced her, but she was too timid. He can't wait any longer... Small theater In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Gu Xuchuan held the person on his lap, stroking the white and tender earlobe with one hand: "Xiaoyu, please read and listen to the text message you sent me on May 20." Bai Zhiyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, "I... Didn't send it out that day." "You will be punished for lying." Warm breath hit her red earlobes, and the man suddenly let go of her and took the phone, "Do you want me to repeat it?" She was so frightened that she put her hands around his neck, blushed and whispered a few words into his ear, and then her voice was swallowed up by the sudden attack of kiss... ————————Part 3———————————— The charming and innocent little white flower x the white-cut black gentle man x the rebellious prince 1. Tao Ran is an appearance-obsessed person who only likes to be gentle. At that time, she was coaxed into a wine shop by her manager. When she saw an old man with a Mediterranean belly, she couldn't help but say, "Even if I were to look for him, I would look for someone like Song Ci!" At this time, Wansheng happened to bump into him. No one dared to offend him, the prince, except Song Ci, who was two years older than him. What he couldn't stand the most in his life was Song Ci's fake aloofness. He glanced over with cold eyes but saw the girl's lively appearance. "What's so good about Song Ci? He's just pretending to be noble." "Would you like to follow me?" "No, you are not what I look like." "But..." Tao Ran looked at the man's figure and appearance, which was not bad at all. At least it could ward off the covetous minds of these Mediterranean people. 2. That Mr. Song is the most aristocratic and youngest person in power in a top wealthy family. He is gentle and dignified but distant and indifferent. He can't even get close to the daughter of a wealthy family. Someone said this as a joke at the dinner party. The man at the head table just lowered his eyes and said slowly, "It sounds like a child's joke." Later, at a charity dinner, Tao Ran slipped into the bathroom with her dark green skirt in hand and bumped into a man arranging cufflinks in front of the mirror. The black gold ring made her fingers slender, and her peach blossom eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses made waves: "I heard that Miss Tao wants me to be the sponsor?" Tao Ran was bewildered, and by chance, he stood up on tiptoes and grabbed the man's tie: "Then do you want to follow me?" Intention: The power of belief