Zhimian didn't expect Duan Zhuo to take her to see the fireworks.

She looked up at the brilliant night sky, and ripples were rippled in her heart, and various emotions surged, and for a moment they were boiling.

Fireworks are extremely brilliant.

But he is also extremely lonely.

Beautiful, but only survived for a short time and never existed again.

She remembered that when she was a child, she liked setting fireworks very much. Every time during the Chinese New Year, her parents would accompany her to set off fireworks at her doorstep.

At that time, she thought that they would always be by her side and that they would always be carefree and worry-free in the future.

But later they all left, leaving her alone.

Looking around, the lights of thousands of homes are reunited and warm.

Who can tell her where is the harbor that can allow her to live for the rest of her life?

With the bright fireworks, Zhimian turned his head to look at Duan Zhuo beside him, and couldn't help calling him: "Duan Zhuo--"

The man lowered his head: "Hmm?"

Zhimian's bright and clear apricot eyes stared at him, and his heart was accompanied by the banging sounds in his ears, and his emotions were changing.

She moved her lips and spoke softly:

"Will you still spend the New Year's Eve with me next year?"

Duan Zhuo didn't notice her emotions and laughed casually, "Don't I accompany you every year?"

Zhimian heard this and raised the corners of his lips, but a bitterness appeared in his heart.

He answered so confidently that he seemed to be with her forever.

But who can predict the new year?

Who knows how long he can be with her?-

After watching the fireworks, Duan Zhuo went down from the observation deck and booked a suite directly.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhimian was pressed against the wall. The man's kiss fell, disturbing her breathing. The man's fingertips took off all the fabric, causing her to tremble, and it was rapid and hot.

Zhimian knew that this would come sooner or later.

Every time this time, Duan Zhuo always has special energy and enjoys it.

He basically occupies an active position. When he is in a good mood, he will be gentle and doting, which will make her sink with him.

The mattress is soft.

Sprinkle the orange halo on the top of the head.

In his palm, she was like a lychee, white and sweet. In the blur of light and shadow, she looked up at him. The man hugged her tightly, and the sweat on his face rolled down from his clear jawline. His eyebrows and eyes were like ink splashed with lust, and his muscles were bulging.

The breath is lingering.

Strongly lost consciousness.

Finally, Duan Zhuo was satisfied and let her go.

After being carried out by a man from the bathroom, she rolled into the warm quilt, Duan Zhuo took her into his arms with a long hand.

He stroked her butterfly bone with his fingertips and suddenly said, "Say something."

"Um?"

"Let me see if it's dumb?"

Zhimian's face turned red, "...it's not."

He curled his lips, took her earlobe, bit her mouth gently, and smiled in a low voice: "What should I do."

"What?"

"Before I have asked you completely, I've already screamed so hard that I can't stand it."

“…”

Zhimian turned his back to him shyly.

He raised his hand to hold her tighter, and her back pressed against his chest. After a while, Zhimian spoke softly: "Duan Zhuo——"

"What's wrong."

The words were twisting and turning, and the last one was only four words: "Happy New Year."

He responded lazily, and then said, "Go to sleep."

The man had no worries and fell asleep quickly. Zhimian looked out the window and was no longer sleepy.

She suddenly remembered what Liang Zhiyi said tonight, "If you didn't go home with Duan Zhuo, what would it be like now?"

Zhimian's memory went back seven years ago—

After meeting Duan Zhuo for the first time, she lived through the most difficult days with the money he gave. Later, the face of a boy always appeared in her mind from time to time, like a thread pulling her thoughts.

An idea came up: she wanted to take a sneak peek at him again.

So she would go to the food stall every night. But she didn't see him for many days, and she felt hope was slim.

A week later, she walked to the night market street again. When she arrived at the food stall, she subconsciously looked at the table where Duan Zhuo had sat, but unexpectedly, she did not see Duan Zhuo, but saw a familiar person-

The second son who took in her relative's family.

Two years younger than her, her name is Ye Lei.

Ye Lei has been naughty since childhood and has been spoiled. When Zhimian lived in his house, he often teased her, or did bad things but lied to the soft Zhimian.

The Ye family’s parents didn’t like Zhimian at first, so she was scolded and biased.

Zhimian didn't want to see him, so he turned around and wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, the other party noticed with sharp eyes: "Hey, Zhimian! You are actually here!"

Ye Lei chased her, only as tall as hers.

He folded his arms and looked at her like a little adult: "My mother said you ran out of your aunt's house, you are very brave."

Zhimian looked at him coldly: "Does it have anything to do with you?"

"I think no one wants you anymore. Your father died and your mother committed suicide. My mother said you were just a burden and gave you to my aunt's house."

Zhimian clenched his fists and turned to leave, but was stopped by Ye Lei and his friends with laughter.

She turned around and ran back, but suddenly rushed into one.

Her nose hurt and felt the warm body temperature. She took a step back in panic. She looked up and her eyes caught off guard.

The voices were loud in my ears, and the wine glasses were colliding.

The boy was wearing a white T-shirt and his eyes were quietly hanging down, but it disrupted her heartbeat.

She didn't expect to meet him again in this way at this moment.

Zhimian was confused, and the next moment he was locked up when he was locked, and the boy's voice fell:

"Child, what are you running?"

Before she could speak, Ye Lei and others walked forward: "Zhimian! You dare to run away before I finished speaking! You are an uneducated thing!"

"I want to tell my mom that I met you here. I want her to catch you back and beat you. You trash..."

Zhimian's heart skipped a beat, and a lazy male voice suddenly sounded above his head: "Shut up."

She suddenly looked up.

Ye Lei looked at the boy in front of Zhimian, and glared at him with his waist and said, "I talk to Zhimian. What is your identity? How dare you interrupt?"

After he finished speaking, Duan Zhuo's hand fell on his shoulder, and Zhimian watched Ye Lei's facial features gradually "deformed".

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Duan Zhuo's tongue touched the upper palate, looked down at him with a condescending smile:

"I am your father, who do you think I am?"

Ye Lei begged for mercy.

Duan Zhuo let go of his hand and said, "Get out and play."

Several people were so scared that they ran away quickly.

Zhimian was so stunned that he didn't react, and then Duan Zhuo bent down and looked at her and smiled: "Child, why are you bullied again?"

again……

He remembers her, too?

She was led to the table next to her. Zhimian realized that he was here tonight, but their light was not good, and she didn't notice it just now.

Zhimian was led down and saw that the two boys were still the last time they were the two boys, but this time they heard the whole conversation and realized that Zhimian was not a liar.

Zhimian was enthusiastically cared for, and finally she said obediently: "Thank you brothers, I'm going home..."

Duan Zhuo asked her where she lives, and she told her where.
To be continued...