"If a man like you is going to be self-indulgent, do you want people to live?" Xia Yucheng said with a smile while eating a bagel, "I didn't know you had a house here." ”

Feng Hao glanced at her and smiled: "Here, except for me, only you know." ”

"Huh?" her eyes widened.

"I also want to be quiet, do you think that you are the only one who doesn't like to be followed?" I don't like ...... either," Feng Hao lowered his eyes and said slowly, "I rarely have a person alone, and there is always a large group of people behind me. I know it's for safety, but it's not a good feeling. ”

Xia Yucheng swallowed the last bite of the bagel and solved the bacon omelette, and then wiped his mouth with a napkin and said slowly: "Rich people pay attention to their own safety." ”

"So, I bought it and gave myself a new identity, a stockbroker with a penchant for photography. Sometimes, I feel like it's me here! But the time I've been here is not even ten days if you add up to yesterday!"

"Hey, adults are really pitiful sometimes!" she lamented as she looked at her man distressedly. There is no private space for a life that few people will enjoy.

Therefore, she has always been against Feng Hao letting people follow her.

Standing up, she walked behind him, hugged him from behind, and touched him affectionately with her face: "Hao, then we will live here for a while, only us." ”

He closed his eyes, enjoying her overtures, which should have been the second time since he had known her that she had called him pitiful. The first time was when I knew that because of who I was, I couldn't have my favorite food.

If others said that he was pitiful, he might have already been taught that he was truly pitiful. Just because she said it, he could only hear the care and love in the words. He only felt like soft aquatic plants spreading out of his heart, entwined, warm and warm.

"You feel sorry for me?" he asked, covering the back of her hand.

"Yes, I feel sorry for you!" her hand slipped through the gap between the buttons of his shirt, and under the palm was his hot wheat-colored skin, "I know you're very powerful, but this strength is not something you can practice in a day, have you ever been beaten?"

"When I was training, the master there was different from the teacher at home, and he wouldn't show mercy to my subordinates because of my identity. The worst time was when I was fifteen years old, I broke a rib......"

At this time, Xia Yucheng's hand that was inside his clothes just touched the position of his ribs, and he couldn't help but tremble violently.

"It's okay, it's just that after that time, I didn't let myself be ****ed again. Because I'm a boy from the Feng family...... What I want to keep is not only my own dignity, but also the honor of my family. He squeezed her hand and comforted her softly.

Xia Yucheng bent down and buried her face in his neck, before, she knew too little about this man.

All she saw was his cold and arrogant appearance in front of people, and his identity was not allowed to be happy and angry in front of people. She thought that this was him.

Who knows, in the strong, domineering, arrogant and cold shell, his heart also has a lonely and soft side.

How sad and painful it must be for the heir of a family to be defeated, or even to have his ribs broken.

ps: Woo woo! Relatives who feel sorry for the wind, vote for the adults!.