Long Shen refused.

Soon after, he brought her father to visit this woman, and bluntly said that he wanted to take a fancy to him and wanted to marry the Long family.

The father's attitude was hesitant, but the mother was very much in agreement.

It may be that the woman's provocative attitude made his brother and sister and the old fox in the group jealous, and he suffered a kidnapping that ruined everything he had.

He escaped from that home, found a very remote place, did not want to see anyone, hid in the dark and licked his wounds.

One day, there was a knock on his door, and it was the property.

Neighbors complained that his house was full of debris in the hallway and there was no way to walk.

After finishing speaking seriously, he squeezed his eyebrows again, patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Young man, the ratio of men and women is seriously imbalanced these days, and many men can't stand it and go to the base, if a girl likes you, you have to cherish it, not to mention this kind of girl who will come to you every day to send you flowers regardless of whether you collect it or not, that is definitely true love, you have to grasp it." Otherwise, there will be no regret in the future, and there will be no future for the foundation. ”

With that, he gave up and left, leaving Long Shen stunned to look at the roses on the ground.

The door of his room was filled with roses, one by one, each in a glass bottle, with a bow tied with a ribbon of a girl's heart, and a small card.

Some roses are wilted, some are still delicate, and the date of delivery is obviously different.

The card has a beautiful message written on it, hoping that he will come out and that she will always be waiting for her.

Each card was short words, but those words warmed his heart.

It turned out that there was still someone in this world who was secretly watching him and feeling sorry for him.

The font is beautiful, and the first impression of the owner is a very gentle and kind girl.

But Long Shen couldn't figure out who sent it.

He lived in a small circle and didn't know many women.

For some reason, his first reaction was that it was given by Sheng Yin, but when he looked at the beautiful font, he was a little skeptical.

Would a flamboyant woman like Sheng Yin really do such a low-key thing?

But who could she be?

Long Shen put all the roses into the room, carefully collected all the ribbon cards, and put them in the box.

He charged his phone and turned on the phone that hadn't been turned on for three months.

Missed calls and texts are bombarded.

He opened several messages from his mother, and all he saw was scolding him for not wanting to make progress and regretting giving birth to his son.

Long Shen deleted all the information with a cold face, and called Sheng Yin to ask her to come out to meet.

He was still engaged to Sheng Yin after all.

Sheng Yin was very anxious, and she couldn't wait to announce that he was her fiancé all over the world, and the headlines on the entertainment page and the whole network in those days were their Shengshi engagement banquet.

After getting engaged, Long Shen officially accepted Long's with the support of Sheng Yin, and at Sheng Yin's suggestion, he began to acquire the declining Jing Group.

He always felt that something had been forgotten by him, but the thought only flashed for a moment, and he was attracted by the work at hand, and he had no time to think about the things he had forgotten.

Later, when he heard that the villa next door to the Long family was on fire and two men and a woman died, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something.

His only friend, he forgot.

When he remembered it, it was when she died, and he felt uncomfortable, and he was in a low mood during that time.

But Sheng Yin was in a good mood, because the eldest young master and the second young master of the Jing family died in that fire, and no one could stop them from buying the Jing family.

He looked at Sheng Yin's bright smile, and felt more and more weird in his heart.

The ghost blows the lamp