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Chapter 1 I grew up a lot

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    "Wow, Mark Tingchen has returned to China, and once he came back, he donated a lot of money to the major art academies in our imperial capital. He really deserves to be rich and powerful!"

    "I heard that he graduated from Nantah University. It's not surprising to donate money. After all, the imperial capital is the richest. The most important thing is that he is so handsome the national male god, a rich and good-looking man like him  , so close to the people, the only one in the world~¡±

    The entire School of Fine Arts of Nantah University was shrouded in overwhelming news about Mark Ting-chen, but Wen Yan was out of tune with this atmosphere.

    She sat on the steps and ate steamed buns that had become hard and cold, as if there was no one else around. She also drank the same cold mineral water. In winter, it was a bit hard to swallow.

    Mark Tingchen, it's been three years, and he's back again

    "Xiaoyan, why are you eating steamed buns again? Come on, I'll treat you to something delicious!" Chen Mengyao sat down beside Wen Yan carelessly.

    Wen Yan shook his head, stuffed the remaining steamed buns into his mouth indiscriminately, got up and picked up his schoolbag and slung it across his shoulders, making his figure even thinner: "I don't have time, I have to go back."

    Chen Mengyao sighed: "I've convinced you, don't eat steamed buns tomorrow morning, I'll bring you breakfast"

    Chen Mengyao's voice gradually drifted away as Wen Yan pedaled the bicycle, and was swept away by the cool winter wind.

    Back at 'home', Wen Yan carefully parked the dilapidated bicycle in the corner, entered through the back door, returned to the narrow and damp utility room, and put down the backpack in a smooth motion.

    Just about to change clothes, Mama Liu hurried in: "Yanyan, don't help me today, the young master is looking for you Hey Be careful, if you can't talk, don't talk, so as not to upset him again.  ask for trouble."

    Wen Yan nodded, and went upstairs cautiously, not forgetting to reach out and tug at the white coat on his body, she remembered that he didn't like sloppy

    The moment she reached out to knock on the door, she held her breath subconsciously, her fingertips were trembling slightly, three years had passed since she had grown up, how much had he changed?

    "Come in." A voice as gentle as winter sunshine sounded from inside the door. If you don't listen carefully, you can't detect a trace of coldness mixed inside.

    Her heart sank a little, she pushed the door open and went in, deliberately not closing the door.

    The man was sitting on a chair facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding a magazine in his hand. The expensive hand-made suit on his body was well-tailored, adding a touch of delicate gray to this snow-white winter.

    Even if he is sitting, he can still see his slender legs, his bony fingers flipping the pages of the book from time to time, his perfectly forged facial features seem unreal under the projection of light.

    Mark Tingchen, he is back after all.

    "In half a month, you will be eighteen, right?"

    His casual tone made a deep hole in her heart.

    Without waiting for her response, he casually threw the magazine on the coffee table aside, and looked at her sideways, with a slight chill in his deep pupils.

    Wen Yan instinctively took two steps back, and sure enough his tenderness can be given to everything in this world, except her!

    "Yes" She was as frightened as a frightened deer, and there was no trace of blood on her pale face.

    Mark Tingchen got up and walked towards her, every step approaching made her retreat in fear.

    Backing to the door, Wen Yan was almost tripped by the half-open door. He hurried forward, brushed his hand past her ear and closed the door, trapping her between his body and the door.

    "Afraid of me?" There was a hint of teasing in his voice, as well as hate.

    Wen Yan didn't dare to look up at him, he was much taller than her, at such a close distance, her eyes were parallel and she could only see his chest.

    Mark Tingchen's breath enveloped her, robbing her breath little by little.

    The next second, his hand was placed on her chest unscrupulously: "It's grown a lot" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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