After listening to the words of Count, Fujiwara laughed. He grinned at the man in the photo, grinned, and laughed.
She can never forget the moment when she saw Fenghe in the Kyoto Fengzhai, just a glance, she looked into her heart.
She was jealous of the woman named Xu Qingyou, and she couldn't understand why Feng He was attached to a woman who didn't love herself.
Until one day, in order to want a nihillery, she kept seeing the wind and found that she was as stupid as the original wind.
What is love?
Fujiwara Hiroshi raised his hand and stroked the Junyi's face, whispered: "He, I must bury it with you. The position around you can only be mine."
Count looked at the woman in front of her, and fell into a kind of obsession as if there was no one, and shook her head.
He grew up in a orphanage in Malaysia since he was a child and had suffered a lot. He didn't know who his parents were, and he didn't know where he came from.
At the age of sixteen, he worked in a car repair plant, and he was full of oil all day.
At the age of twenty, the woman suddenly appeared in front of him, took him to a five -star hotel, and dressed him into a rich man with a suit and leather.
He still remembers that when she saw a new herself, she hugged him and cried hard to suppress. Just like a relative of a long time to reunite, at that moment made him trust her.
She took out a financial magazine, and the cover of the cover turned out to be a young and handsome man who was almost exactly the same as him.
She told him that the young man was called Fengye, and he had countless wealth and the unimaginable rights that ordinary people unimaginable.
She told him that this young man was his father and mother.
She told him that if he wanted to get back his own thing, he had to learn slowly, learn everything that imitated him, and finally returned to Fengjia to replace him.
He began to be suspicious, and he felt very puzzled. Since he was a family, why not go back directly?
And she has only one sentence. In this world, he and Fengye can only live. Because they look too similar, the absolute right is not allowed to occur.
The rights of each generation of the Feng family are unique and exclusive.
From this, he started to slowly understand the traditional and ancient wind family, and understand the life of the man who is almost the same as himself.
Those endless wealth and overwhelming all rights, gradually fascinated-confused his heart. He began to thirsty all of this-ask for, with desire-looking.
Thinking, Count subconsciously touched his face. In order to achieve a complete fit in appearance, he still passed.
In order to fully imitate the wind, he spent more than eight years. Now he has succeeded, and there is a great time waiting for him. How can he give up easily?
"Li Wanqing is a vase. If my grandma likes it, I really don't really want to marry her!" Count remembered the marriage and frowned.
Fujiwara Hiriko walked behind the count, gently put his hand on his shoulder, massaged him, and said, "Wait until all obstacles are cleared, what do you want?
Turbing in this matter? I still need her to do something, very important! "
Count always felt that she had something in her words, and looked back at her in doubt.