Tang Zhonglin rushed downstairs in one breath, and his strength for many years broke in Ye Mujin's sentence "no upbringing".

He also wants to be educated, but who will teach? His mom didn't care about them when he was around, and his dad didn't pay much attention to them. Later, one died, the other was disabled, and no one in the Tang family cared about them. He also wants to have a family that loves him, but is it a choice for him to be born in the Tang family?

He stopped to look at his cool sports car, the gorgeous body stung his eyes, and a sense of emptiness and silence swept through his chest.

Immediately, a stream of heat overflowed his eyes and slowly slid down his cheeks to his chin. The hanging crystals, under the infinite blue sky and the blazing sun, reflect the exact same painting.

"Huh!"

He laughed at himself, the familiar contempt at the corners of his mouth and the sarcasm in his eyes were still the same as usual, except for the glimmer of light in his eyes.

He likes cars, the feeling of speeding down the road and the envious gaze of others. He likes women and likes to be treated gently by different women. He likes to scare people, he likes that kind of unscrupulousness. He likes colorful clothes and likes to be the first to be discovered by the crowd... That's right, he is not only vain but also debauched, incompetent and even stupid! He knew that beneath his exterior was a broken soul gnawed by maggots, filthy that even beggars abandoned! He was disgusted, but he had to accept it, because he had nothing but that.

Christine, who followed closely, looked at the little man standing in front of the car in a daze, and suddenly had an astringent feeling in her heart, she didn't know why, but looking at Lin's somewhat lonely back, she couldn't help but want to go up and hug him.

She stretched out her hand curtly, and returned to the familiar rhythm with her heartbeat again, and the slightly trembling hands seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. She secretly spit on her own uselessness, when did she even touch someone so carefully? When she used to be with Charlie, she was so bold that she had no scruples. She didn't feel a little ashamed of spitting, rolling her eyes, and even looking good, but now she didn't even have the courage to make normal physical contact.

She suddenly nervously retracted her hand as her fingertips touched the softness. She was afraid, this was the second time they had met, and if they touched each other so rashly, would Lin think she was a girl?

Retracted her hand, but she felt a little unwilling. They're already so close, why can't they get closer?

She took a deep breath: Christine, the little man is right in front of you, if you can't grasp this opportunity, you can only go back and spend the rest of your life with Charlie, the cleanliness ghost, are you willing?

No! Of course she didn't want to!

She likes to lie on the lawn and watch the stars in the sky, like to step on the sand barefoot, like to stuff fruit in her mouth with her hands, like to throw things around... All of this is something that Charlie would never have been able to have. She doesn't want it! Without love, these things are so precious, she doesn't want Charlie, let alone all the constraints of the Howard family! She's had enough of her mother's endless demands! At this moment, she just wants to be herself!

At this moment, Christine only knew that she liked the man in front of her, and she was willing to change everything for him, even if he had the same unbearable cleanliness habit as Charlie.