Chapter 175: Acacia Thousands of Miles Away

Ruan Siyu lay in Song Yecheng's arms, crying and laughing, God really favored her, and she was blessed by misfortune.

It's just that Song Yecheng can't be let know what happened that day no matter what, she was drugged by that disgusting man, and she must rot to death in her and Tian Xiaofen's stomachs.

That man, who was a well-known scoundrel in Jiangcheng, although he didn't spread it afterwards, every time Ruan Siyu saw him, he would touch his chin and look at her with sympathy and smile, and he looked confused.

Ruan Siyu still felt uneasy in his heart after all, if Song Yecheng knew that she had been ruined, he would definitely not be with her again......

Ruan Siyu was so preoccupied that she didn't notice Song Yecheng's solemn expression at this time.

He didn't know why he made such a choice, that dream, in fact, was quite ridiculous when he thought about it, but it was so real that he couldn't help but believe it.

Since the dream had given him instructions, what was wrong with him making such a choice?

It was Ruan Jingwei who climbed high branches and didn't want him, and he didn't do anything wrong, Ruan Siyu's reputation is in shambles, and his family is so unbearable, if he is willing to put down his body and be with her, she should be grateful.

Even if she really becomes a daughter in the future, she will never want to put up a fight in front of him Song Yecheng.

Didn't she know how bad her reputation was in Jiangcheng, and how embarrassing she was?

He Song Yecheng was willing to pinch his nose and ask her, that is, she burned high incense in her previous life.

has such a past in the palm of his hand, Ruan Siyu has to be obedient in front of him all his life, and he is the only one.

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The days moved forward slowly and plainly, and in the blink of an eye, it had been three months since Li Shenheng left the army.

At this time, Jingwei's seventeenth birthday has also arrived.

With no relatives around, Jingwei just had a meal in the cafeteria with a few girls in the dormitory, and Jiang Ping insisted on buying her a birthday cake.

This is the first birthday cake that grows up to the age of seventeen and is entirely at her disposal.

Jing Wei watched the candle flame dance, closed his eyes and made a wish, every word was about him.

At the Hankou Pass, which is thousands of miles away, after a day of heavy and boring drills, the comrades-in-arms all wash and lie down, enjoying the short but rare time before falling asleep.

Li Shenheng sat in front of the window, seriously grinding the small things in his hands.

It's a bullet casing.

The discipline in the army is strict, and his status is limited, and the whole army pays attention to it, and he must be cautious in his words and deeds everywhere, and set an example.

Therefore, even if today is her birthday, he can't offend the military order to do anything for her.

Many soldiers in the army used empty bullet shells to make some rough but interesting small jewelry for lovers.

Li Shenheng thought it was very interesting when he saw it, and he also thought like this.

The comrades-in-arms gradually fell asleep, and Li Shenheng also stood up, gently turned off the light and went to bed.

The grinding smooth bullet casings hung on the brown leather rope, which didn't actually match her, but Li Shenheng knew that she would definitely like it.

Closing his eyes, his tired body finally knew that he was sleepy.

Quiet, happy birthday.

When you celebrate your eighteenth birthday, I will definitely find a way to spend it with you.

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Yu Fanghua flew all the way to her grandfather's house, complaining all the way on the plane, but when she got off the plane and saw the driver and maid sent by her grandfather's family to pick her up, Yu Fanghua quickly changed her expression.

It was obviously her birthday, but her father forced her to fly back from the imperial capital to spend it with Mrs. Yu.

The birthday banquet arranged by Mrs. Li for her had to be pushed down, what a good opportunity to be in the limelight?