Stealing a Kiss

When we meet again, the man who was the pride of heaven at a young age has now reached a higher level, unattainable. During the banquet, Jiang Yu, as a temporary assistant, gritted his teeth and downed glass after glass of stomach-burning wine. She watched Xiu Yi curl her lips and have a happy conversation with a gentle and sensible female friend. The other person's grace and generosity were very different from her current embarrassment. No one will miss a bad past tense, not even Xiu Yi. Long eyelashes hid the bitterness in Jiang Yu's heart. She recalled that a long time ago, in the national chemistry competition, the boy's fair knuckles shuttled through various experimental bottles with ease. When the awards were announced, Xiu Yi curled his lips in front of the camera that was broadcasting the latest situation live. His clean brows were filled with an open smile, and the young man's clear voice reached every corner of Yunhai University through the microphone. "Classmate Jiang Yu, we agreed that if I get first place, you can kiss me." After three seconds of silence among the crowd watching the game, an uproar suddenly broke out. 2. Everyone knows that the eldest son of Xiu, who is firmly at the top of the business world, has contracted a sea of poppies. But no one knew that the sea of ​​flowers had already fallen into a deep sleep like an extinct volcano. Occasionally, when friends mentioned it, Xiu Yi would always expose it in an understatement. That was the scar that he didn't dare to touch, and it was also the medicine that led him to be as willing as ever. Later one day, Xiu Yi narrowed his eyes, gently tugged his thin lips and said to Jiang Yu in his arms: "Mrs. Xiu, how could I treat you so lightly?" The field of poppies will open up again, and it is me who loves you, not me, who is romantic