Whose green plum is so sour
"The ruler of the Su family is dead!"
"What? Really?
"Of course it's true, the major newspapers are crazy!"
"Is it the Su family? Su Guan of the Su Group?
"No, there are no wives and sons left."
"I remember a little girl?"
"Yes, it seems to be called Su Zi, right? I've seen it, it looks like a doll, and it's so pitiful that something like this happened.
"When you're gone, you'll definitely not think of me again!" The little girl in front of her was crying and sobbing, and the signature dimples of the past were crying deformed.
Fu Xinhao looked at Su Zi, who was like a cat, and wanted to laugh and felt distressed, pinching Su Zi's nose, "Stupid, no." Restrained
hugged the little girl on the tip of his heart, and said hoarsely, "Suzi, don't cry, you wait for me." "The hoarse voice betrayed the fourteen-year-old boy.
Who knew that when I came back, I didn't find the little villain named Su Zi.
Many, many years later, Fu Xinhao looked at the little wife beside him, and always wanted to find Yue Lao for a rope to tie up the little villain well, and he could find it wherever he went.