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

Dong Gongziche slowly raised his eyebrows, staring at Gong Zihua's resentful face, he knew it.

Gong Zihua kicked him away, pulled up the sheet and wanted to wrap it around her body...

Dong Gongzi grabbed the other end: "The medicine is not dry yet."

Gong Zihua didn't care anymore, anyway, he had seen his naked body all over, so he stood up, grabbed the photo frame on the bedside table and slammed it on the ground.

It was just a cracked glass photo frame, which was completely shattered this time.

Dong Gongziche's expression changed slightly, he grabbed his arm and threw him back on the bed——

"Donggong Ziche," Gong Zihua said coldly, "You insidious and despicable villain, I feel ashamed for knowing a scum like you when I was a child! You don't deserve to display my past photos!"

It is not worthy of displaying a photo of Hughes...

Dong Gongzi bent down, swept away the glass coldly, and picked up the hand-painted photo.

Gong Zihua's movement was very fast, he reached out his hand abruptly, and snatched the photo, before Gong Zihua could stop it, it was split into two and shredded in front of him.

Dong Gongzi grabbed Gong Zihua's wrist to stop him from tearing the photo into pieces.

There is not a single photo of them when they were young... Surviving in such a harsh environment, full stomach is a problem, how can there be such a high technology to take pictures?

This hand-painted photo was drawn by Dong Gongzi with a lot of effort based on his memory.

He has been drawing for a long time... the memory is too long, their faces are blurred.

He scribbled, changed, and painted many times, but he felt that there was no taste of the past...

He painted this painting for a year. On a certain night, he dreamed of them in the past, and their faces in their youth emerged clearly, never before.After waking up from the dream, Dong Gongziche painted this picture, and he was very satisfied.

Gong Zihua's hand was in severe pain from being strangled, Dong Gongzi was really angry, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes.

He snatched the photo that had been torn in half, and his and Gong Zihua's faces were split in two from the middle.

It was as if there was another crack in the already incomplete memory.

"You are not worthy!" Gong Zihua rushed towards him——

Donggong Ziche only stretched out one hand to support him, and put the photo into his trouser pocket with the other hand.

He took advantage of the trend again, and Gong Zihua threw herself into his arms.

Dong Gongziche embraced him who was struggling fiercely with both hands, and patted his back lightly: "Ache..."

Gong Zihua hated this title, hated recalling the past, and his fierce struggle was stained with a strong color of grief.

He said, "I'm so thankful...you haven't changed after all these years."

"..."

"Ache, I miss you very much. I really miss you." He stroked Gong Zihua's brow, and kissed him lightly on his forehead.

Gong Zihua's whole body froze, cold from head to toe...

Dong Gongziche hugged him tightly for a while, with some strength in his arms, and then finally let go of him, turned around and walked to the hanger to take off the clothes that had been prepared for him: "Put the clothes on, although I really want to keep them You come down to spend the night... but you may not be what I think."

In Gong Zihua's heart, it was like living with tens of thousands of little fire-breathing dinosaurs. Houhou, he couldn't figure out what Dong Gongziche meant.

His heart was as if a handful of thorny seeds had been randomly sprinkled by Dong Gongzi. The thorny thorns grew wildly, entangled his heart long and long, pierced him, bound him, made him bleed and suffocate... …