Beloved

As soon as the school bell stopped, the teacher stepped down from the podium. Sheng Jie, who was listening to the bell for a few seconds, picked up the cowhide schoolbag on the ground and rushed out of the classroom following the teacher.

He didn't care about the gossip behind his back that said he didn't respect the teacher, and the ashen face of the teacher.He had to hurry home, get to his house before his grandma started lighting the stove.

The boy's slender and straight legs swung widely, his raised hair and fluttering skirts all showed his youthfulness and vitality.

Most of the eyes of the passing students and passers-by were on him.A group of little girls from the junior high school next door seemed to be waiting on the way he had to pass, just to hold their cheeks and 'twitter' and yell non-stop when he ran past.

Sheng Jie has a handsome face.In their city, teenagers of this age are basically full of acne scars and rustic. There are few clean, white and beautiful ones like him.In addition, he has an invisible aura that others can't explain, which makes him even more attractive.In short, he can be regarded as the "school grass" secretly recognized by their campus.

"Look, look, it's Sheng Jie!" A group of young girls in make-up sat around the milk tea shop, chasing the figure running past with their eyes from a distance. "He's so handsome!"

"I heard that the family is also rich. Look at what he wears, what he wears, what he wears...all of them are brand names, and they are all bought in the mall." The girls leaned together, chewing and laughing while chewing on milk tea straws.

"If only I could marry him in the future."

"Dream!"

"Don't be a nymphomaniac there. That kid is just good-looking, and his family has money? Tch--he just drags the oil bottle, no matter how rich he is, it's not his money, it's someone else's." Some girls seemed to know some gossip, so a group of girls immediately changed the topic and concentrated their energy on listening to other people's stories.

At this time, a private car slowly drove by the side of the road.The rear window of the car was half down, and the little girl who was drinking tea sharply saw a figure of a well-dressed man inside, and quickly exchanged glances, wanting to get closer to see if she could climb a good one Chance.

"Sir..." The driver smiled wryly and looked at the little 'girl' who beckoned him to stop.If his daughter was dressed like this and winked at other people's cars on the street, he would definitely beat her back into her mother's stomach.

"Follow him." The man sitting in the middle of the back seat gave instructions.On the seat next to him was a stack of files that were neither thin nor thick. On the top left corner of the top page was a two-inch photo. The person in the photo was a little impatient, but with exquisite eyebrows and three-dimensional features. It was impressive that he just ran away. The boy from the past looked a little younger.

Fu Shanlong lowered his eyes halfway, pressed one hand on his belly, and the other on the stack of files, his index finger just rested on the face of the boy in the photo, and moved it lightly, tenderness came from his fingers The tip flows out.

"Xiaojie... In this life, I was the one who found you first." He sighed sincerely in his heart, lamenting the surprise that the unknown mystery brought him back to life.

Just half a month ago, he took his lover who had run out of oil and lamps and sat on the "Burning Soul" and drove into the boundless Pacific Ocean to go to Huangquan. past.After he was sure that he had truly lived his life again, the decision he made immediately was to immediately find his little lover—his Xiaojie.

So, he is here now.The Inland Western city - where his little brilliance grew up.He can't wait to get to know him, protect him, and love him while he can.Take him to your side, take him under your feathers.