Siran's face knocked on himself, and the hand on his head was still not gentle.

The breath on his body rushed into his nasal cavity, and Yang Siran's brain was blank, and he couldn't think of anything. His open lips were shaking too, and he couldn't say a word for a long time. His lips did not have any blood, and the angry gold master lowered his head, biting his lips out of blood.

Geng Jinwei kept him for four years, and no one knew about it except for the assistant and the driver and assistant who were close to him. The wilderness knew that Yang Sran had said it himself, and there was nothing more than that. Later, people gradually guessed after a long time, but no one really dared to mess with Geng Jinwei's cold face. So far, Yang Siran has always been clean to the outside. There is no black material, no good material.

This is the lover who is really around. As far as the whole world is transmitted, it can't be true.

Geng Jinwei later pinched Yang Siran's chin and asked him: "I have all these thoughts on you, do you have a point in your mind?"

"Yes," Yang Siran nodded and nodded, "You are good to me."

"Have you?" Geng Jinwei sneered. "You have your mother thinking of me all day long? There are no boys except me? No one can **** you?"

Yang Siran still nodded, obediently and obediently: "Yes, some men are, but not mine."

"I don't think you have a brain." Geng Jinwei said.

Yang Siran leaned in, biting his ear intimately, his voice low and low, but full of loving care, holding no more words, or just saying: "Uncle ..."

Emotional personal gain, sweet bitterness, are all choices. It's a faith, it's what the heart wants.

The author has something to say: I really came here this time, say goodbye to this story, and thank you again, thank you.

See you next time in Stars.

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