Shi Yuan stabilized his body, silently took out a dark blue velvet box and opened it.
Revealing the diamonds inside, the size is full of sincerity.
Shi Yuan then said: "Sister, I beg you."
Jun Ziyi lowered his eyes and looked down. She didn't reach for it.
"You know I have a family." She looked at Shi Yuan. "I can't possibly promise you that."
Her foot gently stepped on Shi Yuan's shoulder wearing a charcoal gray suit, applying a little force. Shi Yuan leaned his upper body back, and he held her ankle with his backhand.
A little bit of skin on her ankle was exposed from between his fingers, and it was too white to be true. The strong color contrast made his narrow and calm eyes lose their composure for an instant.
"For Lin Shuping?" Shi Yuan said hoarsely, "He and Zhao Minmin! Is he worth it?"
Jun Ziyi said: "Lin Shuping is nothing. I only want Yanyan."
Shi Yuan said: "I promise you that you will treat Yanyan as your own." He raised a hand, "I can no longer have children. Senior sister, you know. I have no obsession with blood inheritance." He lowered his eyes and smiled, "Even if it's for Yanyan, you have to find a good father for her. Otherwise, if you grow up like me, even if you have a complete family, what's the point."
Shi Yuan never talked much. Only when this topic comes up will he say a few words.
Jun Ziyi knew that he hated his father.
Jun Ziyi reached out and grabbed the diamond ring from the box, without looking at it, and threw it on him: "Are you brave enough to ask your senior sister?" She stood up, gathered her bathrobe, draped her wet hair, and left to the side.
The diamond ring fell on the gray carpet and rolled silently. Shi Yuan didn't even look at him. He knelt on the floor and watched intently as she slowly applied nude lipstick. After a while, he put the ring back in his arms, stood up and walked over, reaching out to touch her long wet hair.
Water dripped from the tips of his hair and touched the palm of his hand.
He held it in vain: "Senior sister, it's been so many years. You know I love you."
Jun Ziyi said "Yes": "You can go." Her tone was casual.
After a while, Shi Yuan's suppressed voice came in a low voice: "Then I'm leaving, senior sister."
Jun Ziyi didn't look at him.
Shi Yuan closed the door gently.
He took out his mobile phone and tried to send a WeChat message.
She didn't unban him.
Shi Yuan smiled mockingly.
He didn't dare ask the question, and it seemed like he didn't need to ask anymore.
Senior sister, what is our relationship now?
…
Desire, what is it.
In the summer when Shi Yuan was twenty-one, the laboratory space was broken. He was a junior in college that year and was the youngest student in the laboratory. He was responsible for waiting for maintenance in the laboratory.
The indoor temperature is a full forty degrees, and the sweltering heat makes people irritable. The old fan slowly shook its head. It was at this time that graduate student Jun Ziyi pushed in the door. She was wearing a sleeveless rose-red top, revealing a large area of snow-white skin. She is the girlfriend of his senior brother Zhou Zhicheng.
"Where is your senior brother Zhicheng?" She approached him.
Shi Yuan looked up.
She had just washed her hair, and her wet black hair hung down. In the sweltering heat, the water droplets from the ends of her hair accidentally touched his arm.
itch.
Shi Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the water drops on his arm. He raised his eyes slightly and noticed that her white skin was covered with beads of sweat due to the heat.
"Senior sister." He greeted in a low voice.
…
What, is desire.
Was it an instant inspiration, a strong impulse ignited from the depths of the soul?
Chen Jiaxian's body trembled slightly because of the burning impulse. She stared straight ahead, tightened her grip on the steering wheel, and gently applied the brakes.
Hit it.
…
At eight o'clock in the morning, Guan Xi arrived at Jinhao Hotel on time.
Meanwhile, on the viaduct, which is clogged with traffic during the morning rush hour.
There was a loud "bang".
Two cars rear-ended each other and the highway was blocked.
…
Looking through the rearview mirror, Pan Qiaomu met a pair of paranoid dark brown eyes. These eyes were burning with a myriad of emotions, as if they were familiar.
