Maybe it's Tian Yuan's delusion, it seems that since returning to Italy, Shang Rong has changed a lot.

There is no longer so much sharpness on his body, maybe he is put away by him, or, on his turf, he will naturally choose to relax, instead of the straight suit Mr. Shang, who has to face Mr. Shang outside at any time.

At this moment, listening to Shang Rong talk about what happened when he was a child, his voice, accompanied by the sound of the waves crashing and the sea rushing, seemed so calm, and his shadow was stretched long behind him.

If Tian Yuan met Shang Rong for the first time, it was in a scene like today, such a picture, it was hard for her to believe that such a seemingly comfortable man would be the master of the largest gang in Italy, and she would not believe that such a person would have the blood of many people in his hands.

Tian Yuan admitted in her heart that such a good appearance is a fatal attraction to any woman, and it is easy for a woman to skip a beat for him at this moment.

But it is precisely because of this that Tian Yuan doesn't understand why, just like such a man who can't find fault with her, he likes her, and if he insists, it will be twelve years.

If you want to say that Shang Rong is most similar to her, perhaps, it is this attachment to something and the desire to control things.

He liked him for twelve years, and likewise, her twelve years of growth were under his control.

And she, because of the fate of her previous life, desperately wants to control everything she has and her life in her own hands.

"Tian Yuan." Shang Rong suddenly called her name, which was rare among his many names for her, and once it did, it meant that what he was going to say next was what he said with his heart, and what he wanted her to listen to and remember in her heart.

The thin soft sand of the beach left behind the footprints of the two when they came, four footprints, two large and two small, neatly juxtaposed.

"I can't remember my mother for as long as I can remember, so to speak, I haven't seen my mother, my childhood was on this beach, but it wasn't playing. When I was a child, my toys were all murderous weapons, daggers, blades, all kinds of guns, grenades, bombs, etc., after I became sensible, my time was all arranged to understand these murderous weapons, to understand how the fastest and most convenient silent killing of people, and my father, in my impression, did not smile at me once, the people around me, did not seem to laugh this expression, before meeting Rong Yi and them, I didn't even know what to do with this expression. ”

Didn't smile at this emoji? What kind of living environment is that? Tian Yuan couldn't imagine that a world world without laughter was probably a world world with only black and white colors.

If Shang Rong hadn't said it himself, Tian Yuan wouldn't have believed it, there would be someone, I don't know how to laugh at Lu Dao, that kind of childhood, only killing weapons, is it still childhood?

"Others say that my father is the demon of Italy, and I am the future Satan of Italy, when I appear in front of others, the expression on everyone's face will instantly freeze, and when they see me, no one will laugh, more will scream and run away, because they know that I am the future heir of Shangmen, a cold-blooded and ruthless king."

"Shang Rong, these bad memories, you don't have to say it." Tian Yuan was slightly moved, whose life can be said to have come to the present? She is, isn't Shang Rong the same?

"I don't say this to ask for your sympathy, so put away your pity and compassion." Shang Rong frowned slightly, and his voice was as cold as the moonlight in Italy last night, "I hate to see this kind of expression on other people's faces, as if I am a demon who deserves to be like this, and you, like an angel with white wings." ”

"Okay." Tian Yuan was speechless.