heart stealing game

The peach blossoms in the garden were in full bloom, and two teenagers were sitting side by side under the tree.

The older one is about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a pair of black eyes full of doting and a smile on his delicate face, and the younger one is about sixteen or seventeen years old, with the same delicate features and some baby fat, and now his whole face is wrinkled together, If you look closely, you can see the bruises on the face.The red lips are pouted, like a wronged kitten.

"A fight with Ling Yang again?" I smiled and looked at Zhan Yuren who was looking at me eagerly, and he almost wrote on his face asking for comfort and touching.

"What! Brother, don't call him so affectionately! He's just an illegitimate child! How dare you grab something from me, little uncle is too much! He scolds me every time and protects him. Brother and I are the orthodox heirs of the Zhan family. Next time, I must make him look good!" Zhan Yuren's face was full of anger.

I lowered my face, "Yu Ren! How did I teach you? Don't say that Ling Yang is an illegitimate child! He is my aunt's child, our cousin!"

"Brother, why do you even criticize me! I just don't like him! Why? He won the love of grandpa and uncle without any effort! I hate him! I hate him to death!"

Zhan Yuren's eyes turned red, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, and his whole body was trembling.

I sighed, took out the paddle to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said soothingly in my voice, "Yu Ren~ I know Yu Ren is not convinced, others don't know about Yu Ren's efforts, but my brother knows. The reason why grandpa and uncle love Ling so much Yang, because of her aunt's death. Lingyang has no parents, but Yuren has not only parents, but also an elder brother. There are so many Yuren, there is no need to envy Lingyang."

As soon as I finished wiping the corners of his eyes, Yu Ren threw himself into my arms, and tears flowed down my face, "I don't envy him! I hate him, I just hate him! My brother is not allowed to like him!" His clothes were soaked in no time.The sleeves were also deformed under his crushing.I patted his head amusedly, "Okay, brother doesn't like him, he only likes to be courteous, okay?" Under my comfort, he finally stopped crying.Looking up from my arms, I blushed when I saw my out-of-shape shirt.I saw that his little nose was still twitching, coupled with the injured little face, I couldn't help scratching his nose. "Little cat!" Let him run away amidst my laughter.

When his figure completely disappeared, I put away the smile on my face.

"Get the love of Yohji Miyazaki. Five years."

Yohji Miyazaki?Let those information flash before your eyes.Handsome, tough, and infatuated, how could such a person like a cruel, irritable, violent person?Is it because of complementarity?Or the more perfect people are, the more masochistic they are?Take back the unconstrained imagination in your mind.Now how do we create an encounter~

I close my eyes as the plan in my head slowly takes shape.Miyazaki

Although Yohji is the only one now, he has replaced Shinobu Ito as the black dragon of the Ssangyong Club, and has gained fame on the road.This is a cunning and fierce beast. Although he is not yet an adult, its minions are sharp enough to tear apart enemies who plot evil.

This time I chose the eldest son of the Zhan family, who is Zhan Lingyang's cousin.I was 19 years old when I wore it.The Zhan family has a big business, and this body has outstanding aptitude since childhood.Has been raised as an heir.And now the head of the house, Zhan Chuyun, has let me handle many things with confidence.It is good to enjoy the shade under the big tree.Without authority, the best plan cannot be carried out.

In the dark night, all the blood and ugliness fermented in the darkness.The wound on his body was hideous, and the blood slid down his fingertips, drawing bewitching patterns on the ground.I looked at the car parked in front of me, and a gleam of light flashed in my eyes.He quickly opened the door and sat on it.I ignored the gun pointed at me, looked at the person in front of me and said word by word: "Drive forward, get rid of the people behind. I will give you a promise. Trust me, compared to being silenced by the killer behind me. You will get more rewards. My life is definitely very valuable." The hand holding the gun did not move, and the low voice was hoarse with the characteristics of a teenager, "Oda, drive." I smiled, closed my eyes, and passed out past.

Hey, Yohji Miyazaki finally met.