No Intention to Be Behind

The prosperous imperial capital, thousands of years ago. She held her beloved son in her arms, looking at the beauty of the country and the weaving of beauties. "Mother, my father has been waiting for you for many years. I heard that he cried all night yesterday in front of the painting you gave him." The extremely beautiful child in her arms said to her with admiration on her face. She just frowned and smiled indifferently, "Luo'er, he is happy and miserable, and Yu mother is just a stranger. Mother doesn't care." Behind him in the snow pavilion, the most noble man in the world stood far away, his eyes were deep and desolate, looking in the direction of the mother and son with despair and hope, feeling a deep sadness. He never knew that one day, asking that woman to take a serious look at him would become a luxury for him. 21St century. The rotten peach CEO named her ex-husband casually picked her up from another man's bed, smiled and said coolly, "Baby, now, your Lu Zhen will take you home." "Lu Zhen," the other man smiled contentedly, lazily and charmingly, "your ex-wife is indeed worthy of that big case. If you are willing to give me one more night, I will also give you another futures case." The peach blossom holding her seemed to be really moved. However, he still looked down at her uneasily, but he looked into a pair of sparkling and transparent eyes. Somehow, it seemed that there was something different about the stupid daughter recognized by the circle in her arms. However, some things, once destroyed, can never be returned to the beginning. Even though, from then on, the peach blossom started to return home on time. In her dream, after all, she only cared about the child from thousands of years ago. Time returns to the millennium. Time goes by. Changed other people's lives. Her son also began to have that deep and cold smile, just like his father. "My child has reached the age of marrying a princess." She sighed slightly, "I wonder what kind of daughter I would like?" "I like women like Mom." The young man turned his back with a thought that others could not see through. One tree has pear blossoms and half a wall has begonias. The young man's figure was handsome and upright. He occasionally turned around and looked at his mother quietly. His eyes were filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the hidden emotions that she didn't dare to delve into. Beauty is like poison. What can be done to restore the decadent love? How can we trace back thousands of years? Man, even if you regret it, I may not, but you have to do it.