Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Gong Zihua staggered a few steps, and suddenly pushed down a photo frame on the bedside table.

Bang, the photo frame fell to the ground, cracks appeared on the glass surface.

Gong Zihua just glanced at it, his eyes froze, and he picked up the photo frame in disbelief!

The beach was covered with white foam, and the waves were rushing to catch the tide. The young Yuan Yeche hung on Hughes like a koala, reflecting the sun, with his back to the sea.

With his back on his back, Hughes had clear eyes and a rare smile on the corner of his mouth.The smile on Gong Zihua's face was wide open, and he was holding a conch in his hand...

This is not a photo, but a hand-painted photo painting, extremely realistic.

Gong Zihua seemed to be brought back to her youth in an instant, as if the sea appeared in front of her eyes——

【Xiu, I will get up early every day to practice martial arts! 】

【why? 】

【Early bird gets the worm! 】

[Early bugs are eaten by birds. 】

A wave of evil suddenly overwhelmed her, and the photo frame in Gong Zihua's hand was taken away and put back on the original bedside table.

Dong Gongziche put his hand on his shoulder, and pushed him lightly, Gong Zihua fell down on the big soft bed again... The sponge-like bed swayed heavily.

Dong Gongzi went to bed with one knee pillow and stared at him deeply: "I'll give you medicine."

"..."

"Ah Che, it's been so many years, it seems that I'm the one who gives you the medicine every time?" Dong Gongzi's heavy eyes seemed to be looking into his heart.

Gong Zihua was shocked when he heard this address: "Don't call me that, you don't deserve to call me by that name!"

Dong Gongziche smiled softly: "Why not worthy? A Che, you obviously liked me calling you that... like following me and being close to me."

Gong Zihua's face slowly began to turn red.

"If you hadn't been pestering me all this time, it wouldn't be my turn to get close to you now." Donggong Ziche held his hot cheek with one hand.His eyes seemed to be saying deeply: You are the one who provoked me, you should be responsible to the end!

Gong Zihua threw away his hand angrily: "That was once, once!!! It's over!!!"

"Didn't you say that your original intention has not changed?" Dong Gongziche's opened hand turned to press on his heart, "Ache, are you really still waiting for me where you are?"

His eyes suddenly turned into a pair of big hands, holding Gong Zihua tightly.

There was a kind of eager tension in Donggong Ziche's eyes, as if he was expecting his answer... holding him tightly.

Gong Zihua was almost out of breath, almost being dragged into another world by these eyes.

"Fart your mother! Who's waiting for you!"

"Duplicity..."

"I've forgotten it a long time ago, I..." Before Gong Zihua finished speaking, Dong Gongziche's kiss was suppressed again, forcing his voice back.

The answer he didn't want to hear, he didn't want to hear.

Gong Zihua's mind was blank, his mood was like a pool of stagnant water that had been silent for many years, he thought it would never flow again, and was messed up again by Dong Gongziche, that bastard...

That hand-painted photo seems to have been printed in his mind, lingering.

Dong Gongziche held Gong Zihua's fist with one hand, pressed it tightly on his chest, pressed his tongue slightly against him, and said lightly, "If you want, we can go back to the past at any time... It was in that state when I was a child.”<b