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A Beloved Wife in Marriage

In the love tomb of the marriage for three years, Lin Qingqian’s heart had already died, so she decided to divorce, stayed away from love, and focused on her career. That man, who did not use to be seen for months after married, frequently appear after divorce. When talking about cooperation, the man whispered," Qian Qian, he has less money than me, let me invest in this project?" Meet a girl with a bad mind, the man flattens her palm a slap to throw the girl’s face, "Qian Qian, to hit someone like this will not hurt you." Later, Lin Qingqian finally made it to the top, obtaining countless pursuing people. One of her admirers gave her 99 flowers, and the next day she would receive 999 One of her admirers gave her a box of strawberries, and the next day she would receive a refrigerator fulling of strawberries. One of her admirers gave her a cat. The next day, her home almost became a pet shop. Lin Qingqian can not stand it anymore, tweets: Married, Refusal. After posting a micro-blog, she put the phone on the sofa: Now are you satisfied? The noblemen showed a charming smile, "Qian Qian, I am generous, but this does not prevent me from being jealous." Lin Qingqian: "..."

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"The Person You Fell in Love with at First Sight Is Me, Not Jiang Yan."

Editor: Henyee Translations

Jiang Yanshen was wearing a black suit. Even his inner shirt was black. But he was different from that person.

He liked to button every button of his shirt, strict and abstinent. Jiang Yanshen, on the other hand, twisted the first button open and unbuttoned it. His collarbone was faintly discernible, and when his black eyes glanced at her, they were half-smiling, giving off a devilish aura.

When he walked over, Fang Wu followed behind him obediently and held an umbrella for him.

Han Liubai's eyes were cold. "She's not your wife."

Lin Qingqian had married that man called Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yanshen's lips curled up as he sneered. "The name Jiang Yanshen is written on our marriage certificate. Do you need me to show it to you?"

Her gaze landed on his hand that was holding Lin Qingqian's wrist, and his gaze was instantly as sharp as a blade.