"If a man like you has to belittle yourself, do you still want to live?" Xia Yucheng ate a bagel and said with a smile, "I didn't know you had a house here before."
Feng Hao glanced at her and smiled: "Besides me, you are the only one who knows here."
"Ah?" She opened her eyes wide.
"There are times when I want to be quiet. Do you think you're the only one who doesn't like being followed? I don't like it either..." Feng Hao lowered his eyes and said slowly, "When I'm rarely alone, there's always someone following me.
A lot of people know it's for safety, but it doesn't feel very good."
Xia Yucheng swallowed the last bite of the bagel and finished the bacon and fried eggs. Then she wiped her mouth with a napkin and said slowly: "Rich people pay great attention to their own safety."
"So, I bought this place and gave myself a new identity, a stockbroker who loves photography. Sometimes, I feel that I am the one who lives here! However, counting the time I have lived here yesterday,
If we add it all up, it’s not even ten days!”
"Hey! Adults are so pitiful sometimes!" She looked at her man distressedly and lamented. Not many people would like a life without any private space.
Therefore, she has always been opposed to Feng Hao letting people follow her.
Standing up, she walked behind him, hugged him from behind, and touched his affectionately with her face: "Hao, let's live here for a while, just us."
He closed his eyes and enjoyed her overtures. This must be the second time since he met her that she said he was pitiful. The first time was that she knew that because of his identity, he could not have the food he liked.
If other people said he was pitiful, they might have been taught to be truly pitiful by him. Just because she said these words, he could only hear the care and love in her words. He would only feel like a root was spreading in his heart.
The roots of soft water plants are wrapped around and warm.
"Do you feel sorry for me?" He covered the back of her hand and asked dumbly.
"Yes! I feel sorry for you!" Her hand slipped through the gap between the buttons of his shirt, and under her palm was his hot wheat-colored skin. "I know you are very powerful, but it doesn't take a day to become so powerful.
That’s it, have you ever been beaten?”
"I experienced it during training. The masters there were different from the teachers at home. They would not show mercy to me because of my status. The worst time was when I was fifteen years old and one of my ribs was broken...
…”
At this time, Xia Yucheng's hand placed inside his clothes happened to touch his ribs, and he couldn't help but tremble violently.
"It's okay. After that time, I never let myself be knocked down again. Because I am a boy from the Feng family... What I want to keep is not only my own dignity, but also the honor of the family." He held her down.
hands and comforting words.
Xia Yucheng bent down and buried her face in his neck. In the past, her understanding of this man was really too little.
All she saw was his cold and aloof appearance in front of others. His identity did not allow him to show emotion in front of others. She thought that this was him.
Who knew that inside his strong, domineering, aloof and cold exterior, his heart also had a lonely and soft side.
How sad and painful it would be for the heir of a family to be defeated or even have his ribs broken.
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