In fact, she had contact with three people during her lifetime. The eldest prince Jiang Ruohan was elegant and hypocritical, the third prince Jiang Qianwu was as cold as a coffin board, and the fourth prince Jiang Muchen was a smiling tiger.

Each of these three teenagers was fully armed in front of her, but now——

Jiang Muchen, the fourth child, squatted in front of her bed, dragging his chin with his arms, his delicate and handsome face full of love:

"Bao'er, do you still remember me? I'm your fourth brother!"

Suddenly, the third child, Jiang Qianwu, pulled his head back, threw her brother to the ground mercilessly, stuffed a little tiger into her, and rubbed her head:

"Here, third brother knows you like the little tiger, can you let him sleep with you from now on?"

But in the next moment, the little tiger was ruthlessly taken away by another pair of hands. Zhao Ran raised his head and met a pair of beautiful eyes.

The young man was dressed in white, with a jade crown on his hair. His beautiful peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and his thin lips were raised. He looked like an immortal. All he could see was her: "Brother, can I take you to wash your face?"

…

She was a little distracted. No wonder people in the world said that she and Yuan Bao were two extremes.

One is hated and feared by others, and the other is loved and loved by others.

During these years, everyone bowed their heads before her in fear and never said a word.

No one has ever been so gentle and kind to her.

She slowly stretched out her hand, and her breathing was a little rapid. She was afraid that this was a dream. When she woke up from the dream, she was still lying on the ground in pain, watching helplessly as her blood drained away bit by bit.

Just as the hands of the big one and the small one touched each other in the air, a voice so deep that it made her tremble suddenly sounded in her mind——

"Ran Ran."

Zhao Ran paused, as if he had touched something hot, he retracted his hand in horror and looked around:

"Fu Sichen?"

"Who?" The three teenagers were all startled, tilted their heads and asked patiently: "Who are you talking about, baby?"

"No one." After realizing that this was just his imagination, Zhao Ran shook his head.

Fu Sichen has been missing for three years, and he will never come back! Even if he comes back, he can only see his own body, and he will not get entangled in her current identity.

No, he will never find her again in this life.

Suddenly, she felt a pain in her head, which almost made her burst. She put her head in her hands and fell on the bed, howling in pain.

This frightened the three people in front of them, their faces turned pale, and they rushed forward: "Baby, what's wrong with you, baby?"

She couldn't respond, the pain was like a big invisible hand howling and grabbing her into the black hole, where she saw scenes from the past.

She knelt in the hall scarred and looked at the elegant man sitting on the main seat. The man was wearing a black gown, lazily untied, revealing his snow-white skin. His legs were crossed, and his bare feet were placed aside.

Lazy yet noble.

"From today on, you are mine, Fu Sichen."

As soon as the scene changed, Fu Sichen pressed her against the wall, snatched the letter from her hand, and asked with a ferocious face: "What is this?"

"...It's a letter from a student."

"What letter?" The man raised his eyebrows and approached her seductively. She was frightened, and she made two painful moans before squeezing out one word:

"Love letter."

"Ha~" The letter in his hand instantly turned into powder, and he looked at her with gritted teeth:

"However, as I grow up, I become more and more provocative, and even young people have their spring in their hearts."

After that, he pushed her aside, and she immediately rushed to hug his legs: "Sir, don't kill him!! I have nothing to do with him! Really not!"

Fu Sichen looked down at her, his handsome face turned blue with anger, but he slowly knelt down and gently helped her up.

Despite this, she could still see the veins on Fu Sichen's forehead that were about to burst out, but his tone was still so gentle that it frightened her:
Chapter completed!