Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 840
Fu Linyuan firmly refused: “No! That’s my secret!”
After saying that, Bo Lang’s face quietly turned red.
After realizing this, he hurriedly looked away.
His eyes were wandering, and even his earlobes were a little crimson.
Si Jin retorted: “There are no secrets between lovers.”
“That won’t work either!” Fu Linyuan was like a dog with fried fur. He quickly helped Si Jin to the dining table and put the meal in front of him.
After watching him finish eating, he carried him back to the bedroom, and after coaxing him to sleep, he sat down on the bedside with relief and breathed a sigh of relief.
His parents passed away early when he was a child, and his grandma supported the Fu family alone. She was busy with many things and didn’t see him often.
Apart from his diary, he had no outlet to talk.
Those few small diaries recorded too many of his ugliness and ugliness, which cannot be shown to Jinjin.
If Jinjin saw it, he wouldn’t like him, right?
But hiding a secret from your lover, is this… really… right?
Thinking of this, Fu Linyuan turned his head and looked at Si Jin.
My mood was dull, as if a heavy stone had been placed on me, making me breathless.
He reached out and touched the young man’s handsome face, caressing it lightly.
After a while, he finally stood up and walked to the edge of the bookshelf, squatted down, and found a small box measuring 70 centimeters.
He opened the combination lock, put the box on the table, and went out.
I was very sleepy at first, but now, I just want to numb myself with work.
In those books, the CEO would have conflicts and separate from his sweet wife because he concealed something.
There was a time in the past when he even got tired of sweet plots and loved watching quarrel scenes.
But it was my turn to realize how uncomfortable it was.
He didn’t want to quarrel with Jinjin over anything.
If Jinjin wants to understand herself, then tell him.
Because life is not a book, I don’t know if this separation will lead to a final reunion.
Fu Linyuan still maintained the habit of turning the steering wheel with one hand, but why did his vision become blurred not long after the car had been driven?
It didn’t rain either.
Fu Linyuan stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, and then realized that it was him who was crying.
How many years have you not cried?
I can’t remember clearly. The last time I cried, it seemed that my parents passed away…
… …
Si Jin was not asleep in the bedroom. After Fu Linyuan left, he sat up, walked to the table, and opened the box.
Twenty notebooks were neatly placed inside.
The writing on the first notebook was very childish, with the year and month marked on it.
Si Jin roughly calculated that it was twenty years ago.
Did he start writing this stuff when he was four years old?
Turn to the first page.
September 15, light rain
I came back from school today and called my parents like usual, but I called 34 times and no one said anything.
Grandma told me that my parents were busy and asked me not to bother them.
Well, they are busy, I know that.
But when I was watching TV at night, why didn’t my nanny Ayi play my favorite cartoons for me?
Instead, he pointed to the news and said: Your grandma ripped you off, your parents’ car exploded, and they both died. They will never come back to see you again.
I do not understand.
Why did the car explode even though it was raining today?
This page is very wrinkled, and the words on the yellowed paper are crookedly written. There are many words that I don’t recognize, so I just use pinyin instead.
There are still many water marks left on it. If you trace it back with your magic power, you can see the scene of four-year-old Xiao Naoyuan writing.
Si Jin’s heart froze, as if something had hit her hard, and her eyes were a little red.
He continued to turn back –
