You are finally like a thorn in my heart, I don't need to mention it deliberately, but I can never forget it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In winter, the rain falls in Manchester.

This year-round mild and humid city is thriving with the wave of industry. Unlike the romance of Paris and the prosperity of Shanghai, it is full of gentlemanliness and taciturn that are unique to the British.

Whatever you do, someone will give you a kind look in return, and of course, it's only polite, and no one really cares who you are or why you're in this northern city.

Because everyone, has their own story.

The warm light shone on the bright and clean tiles, and as soon as William entered, he saw his girl in a beorienting red dress, and her slender waist twisting tirelessly to the dance music.

With a cheerful rhythm, the fiery red color was like a warm invitation, and a "boom" bloomed in his head.

He wore leather shoes, didn't even change out of his suit, grabbed her waist and began to dance with her.

She stopped a little angrily, glared at him with a pair of big, bright eyes, and scolded unceremoniously: "What are you doing!" ”

"Honey, I'm sorry, but you're so beautiful, I can't help it."

No one had ever dared to speak to him in such a tone, except for his Chinese girl, but he just liked her wayward and somewhat arrogant and domineering.

William was a little at a loss for a moment, but he still explained to her sincerely.

She smiled and tilted her head to look at him: "Is it, how beautiful?" ”

Black hair hung down her perfectly delicate side face, and her eyes were raised with a slightly provocative flattery, like an untamable wild cat.

Every cell of his body was clamoring to possess her, a wave of lust appeared in his blue pupils, and he lowered his head to bite her jade-like collarbone, and his big hand reached for the hem of her skirt.

Chu Chu's clothes all faded, the slender woman's body was pressed against the transparent glass window by him, the softness on her chest was squeezed and deformed, it was already the beginning of night outside, and in the red light and green color, William roared and climbed to the peak.

He reached forward with one hand and pinched the ball that seemed to seep into the coolness, gently bit her ear, and said in Chinese: "Like, I love you." ”

The tone of the sentence "I love you" is a little weird, but the sound of "like" is correct and round, revealing the unique magnetism of the male voice, which is extremely sexy.

Zhao Wanruo turned around, climbed on his shoulders, and pressed her slender long legs between his legs, and said with a smile: "William, call me Wanruo." ”

"Like, like ......"

Zhao Wanruo seems to have always known that her name is the most beautiful sentence in Cao Zhi's famous "Luo Shen Fu", "Graceful as a dragon, fluttering like a frightening dragon".

This is her father's sustenance for her, as long as she is happy in this life, she can be a bright and enviable vase.

Everyone in Shanghai knows that Zhao Guosheng has three sons and has always wanted a daughter, but he has always been unhappy.

Fortunately, she Zhao Wanruo came.

Thousands of pets and loves, the four men in the family can't hold the best everything in the world in front of her, who makes her the only daughter of her father and the only sister of her brothers.

When she was born, Zhao Guosheng chartered several famous theaters in Shanghai, and put on a flowing water banquet, saying that it was to celebrate the birth of the little girl, and he loved his daughter to such a high profile.

This is also a thing that people talk about a lot.

Zhao Wanruo was pampered from childhood to adulthood, but she is not a spoiled fool, if she really fakes this kind of thing, she will be able to tell if she sees more of it. Dad's uncles and uncles in business tried every possible way to find a breakthrough from her, but she didn't bother to deal with it, so she refused to be straightforward, and a few even listened to her ridicule and ridicule, and never had anything to do with the Zhao family again.

Her eldest brother Zhao Hong gradually stopped laughing angrily, saying that his sister was able to endure it.

Zhao Wanruo did not live up to the expectations of the three men of the Zhao family, she became more and more slim, bright and moving, with black hair like a waterfall, and smiled casually when she accompanied her brothers that night, I don't know how many young talents she amazed.

Her beautiful arrogance, beautiful unscrupulousness, like a scorching enchantress blooming in the dark night, clearly has an aggressive aura, but people are willing to risk the pain of burning their bones and can't help but want to approach.

Zhao Guosheng was opposed to going to the emerging Hope Middle School at first, where there were a mixture of fish and dragons, and he heard that men and women crowded together to go to school, he was not a person with feudal and rigid thoughts, he was purely afraid that his baby daughter would be taken advantage of by that bastard.

"Dad, it's all new stuff in there, what's the point of me being at home all day? If you don't agree, I'll go!" ”

Zhao Wanruo was angry, the delicate lips like petals were flattened as if they could hang a soy sauce bottle, and Zhao Guosheng gave in when she returned, and naturally she couldn't screw her this time, so she had to secretly tell her eldest son to send good people to take care of her, so as not to be stared at by her family.

Zhao Hongsheng also knows his sister's temperament, he is stubborn like a naughty child in his heart, and he is not afraid of heaven and earth, even if Zhao Guosheng doesn't say it, he will definitely not let his sister go to school alone.

Zhao Wanruo no longer remembered why she had to go to school at that time, but in the dark, everything seemed to have her own certainty, and she was free and casual without worry, and finally encountered the death of the word "love".

She doesn't like to read, she holds a drawing book in class, and draws a portrait of the teacher under her head, a science teacher with glasses, a garlic nose and a big forehead, a Chinese teacher with long hair, and a scruffy beard and small eyes......

There is no shortage of eldest ladies and sons like her in the class, and this vivid painting is widely circulated among classmates, and anyone who sees it will laugh and praise her Zhao Wanruo's good hands.

"Inhuman! Huang Qiao got a full score in all subjects this time and won the grade crown! ”

I can't count the number of times I've heard the name Huang Qiao, Du Juan and the others are excited every time they talk about it, but she is not interested in it at all, what is there to look good about a nerd, is it no longer Baguwen to take the test, isn't the first place called the champion?

"Look at it, Huang Qiao!"

It was a casual glance, but Zhao Wanruo's slender hand holding a pencil was stunned.

The gray student outfit is full of elegant bookishness, but the calm between the eyebrows and eyes adds a bit of maturity to his person.

The classmates next to him were all noisy because of him, but he seemed to be completely unaffected, and just walked forward by himself.

Her eyes followed his figure, and before she knew it, she stood up by the window and watched him turn up the stairs.

Zhao Wanruo, who was only fifteen years old at the time, suddenly had a bright light in her mind, and unconsciously remembered a sentence, a young man here, with a good demeanor. (To be continued.) )