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"Brother..." She squirmed and shouted with her lips trembling.

Eight years ago, Xin Ziwen was only a 15-year-old boy, and his appearance was so outstanding, not to mention eight years later, after years of precipitation, the 23-year-old man is even more handsome, making people unable to take their eyes off him. He is dressed in a decent white Casual clothes, gentle and elegant, walking in style, with a faint smile on the corner of the mouth, giving people a gentle feeling.

However, whether this gentleness is genuine or fake, only he himself knows.

Xin Furong looked at Xin Ziwen who was getting closer and closer to her, and seeing the familiar warm smile on the corner of his mouth, the tears that filled her eyes finally fell down.

She looked at him and shouted in a choked voice, "Brother..."

Xin Furong has never been a crybaby. On the contrary, her personality is as strong as her appearance. In these years, except for being gentle with Xin Miaomiao, she is a hot-tempered and informal woman at other times.

But now, being held in her arms by her brother who had been separated for eight years, she cried, not only because she was happy, but also because she felt sore because of the separation of the two brothers and sisters these years.

With a smile on his face, Xin Ziwen reached out and hugged her into his arms, as if the eight years of separation had never happened, and gently comforted the weeping younger sister in his arms: "Furong, brother is back."

"Brother..." Xin Furong hugged Xin Ziwen's waist, tears falling more urgently.

"Sister Furong?" When Xin Furong couldn't control her emotions and burst into tears, another ethereal voice suddenly came from beside her, which was very pleasant to hear.

Xin Furong followed the voice, and when she saw Ru Mengqi beside Xin Ziwen, she was truly stunned.

Although Xin Furong never thinks she is very beautiful, from the attitude of others seeing her, she also knows that she is not bad, but this is not bad. When she saw Ru Mengqi next to her, she felt Only then did I realize how shallow my previous knowledge was.

A 20-year-old woman, at the age of blooming like a flower, with a melon-seeded face, a small cherry mouth, delicate and rosy skin, long and dense eyelashes, a pair of peach blossom eyes full of affection, and a soft smile on the corner of her mouth, beautiful It almost makes people's heart tremble, the most rare thing is her whole body temperament, like a fairy girl who does not eat fireworks in the world, she is beautiful and refined, and she is pitiful like a weak willow supporting the wind.

Such a woman is not only beautiful, but also pitiful. Any man who has a little pity for her will be reluctant to let her frown.

Xin Furong looked at it, and couldn't help sighing in her heart that this cousin was born so beautiful and amazing, even a woman like her wanted to hold her in her arms and take pity on her, so as not to let her suffer any harm. The urge to hurt.

However, although Ru Mengqi is beautiful, Xin Furong is too presumptuous to underestimate herself. Her beauty is bright and generous, which is not the same as Meng Qi. It's just that she will be amazed when she sees Ru Mengqi for the first time.

"Are you Meng Qi?" Coming out of Xin Ziwen's arms, Xin Furong asked tentatively, but she was basically sure in her heart.

Her cousin was very beautiful half a year ago, but she didn't want to be so beautiful eight years later, remembering that her aunt and uncle were not outstanding people, and she didn't know how the gene mutated.

"That's right, sister Furong doesn't know me?" Ru Mengqi smiled, becoming more and more charming.