"The young master of Beitang is very good and sensible, although he is not your own child."

"Love has nothing to do with blood. No one is more important to me than the two men of Beitang Xing and Beitang Flare."

In the past few days, Lin Nuanxi has thought a lot. When he was in India, the humble and obedient Shah Rukh Khan, who would have thought that he would be an imperial man above ten thousand people under one person.

For her Lin Nuanxi, Beitang Yaori is willing to do this, which is already the best answer.

"I just want to be a wife now, a qualified mother, and the daughter of the Lin family."

「…… Madam, with all due respect to your subordinates, for Young Master Lin Yechen and Young Master Lin Yeqian, your subordinates still hope that you can be more vigilant, even though they are your younger brothers."

This sentence made Lin Nuanxi feel a little uncomfortable listening to it.

"Leng Zhao, I know Ye Chen and Ye Qian very well."

"But don't forget, ma'am, they're men too."

「……」

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A dark sedan drove into the Jiang family cemetery.

The dark starry sky, the Jiang family cemetery is cold and quiet.

Jiang Mi'er just got out of the car, looked around, and saw a man in front of her brother Jiang Bo's tombstone.

I don't know how long he's been standing here, the broad back, the quiet, silent man.

The North Hall is a sun.

Jiang Mi'er was silent for a moment and walked towards Beitang Yaori.

"You're here."

With his back to Jiang Mi'er, Beitang Yaori's faint words made people sound a little empty and ethereal.

"Bright Sun, I ......"

"Do you have any familiar memories of this scene?"

「……」

"I remember when I was a child, you would often follow your brother Jiang Bo to the Beitang Mansion."

——！！！

Beitang Yaori's words made Jiang Mi'er's quiet mood suddenly fluctuate slightly.

She had always thought that Beitang Yaori had forgotten these things, but she didn't expect him to remember them all.

When he was a child, the eldest young master of Beitang, who was considered to be an ominous son, was like a plague god, and no one wanted to get close to him.

A famous family, and the eldest young master with the purest bloodline of the Beitang family, should have been the most deserving of the life of the stars and the moon, but Beitang Yaori was able to enjoy this kind of treatment for almost a day.

Even, when Jiang Mi'er first saw Beitang Yaori, she thought that this little boy who often turned around next to the trash can was the child of a subordinate, or an illegitimate child who was not welcomed.

Elder brother Jiang Bo is the only child who is willing to get close to Beitang Yaori, no matter what eyes others use to see him, from the time his brother Jiang Bo showed that smile to Beitang Yaori, this smile was more than ten years, until his brother left this world.

In her heart, an inexplicable throbbing pain made Jiang Mi'er feel that her eye circles were slightly red.

More than ten years have passed, how fast it has passed, so fast that Jiang Mi'er was caught off guard.

"I'm sorry."

"Yao, Yao, Yao?!"

"I should have said this apologetic word to you. Sorry for the delay until today."

"Sunshine, no, it's okay, I'm ......"

"Let me finish."

Beitang Yaori turned around, his face did not have the hatred or disgust that Jiang Mi'er imagined for himself.

On the contrary, his indifferent and relieved humility made Jiang Mi'er feel very ...... Saddened.

"Once, too, I thought about it. If it weren't for that woman, maybe you would have been my wife."

PS: The update has been unstable recently, and I apologize again to all readers. Due to the arrangement, a new book is being planned recently, and this book will be updated at a slower pace, again, it also gives readers a reassurance, Nuanxi and Di Shao's long-distance running marathon love is also about to have a successful ending. However, other people's stories continue. The new book is in preparation, and it will be released on the 9th, with 30 chapters for the first time. I hope you understand it, thank you, thank you, bend down, bow