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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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Beauty is in the Bone, Not the Skin

Editor: Henyee Translations

The old woman looked at her deeply and expected better. "Stupid girl, you don't know how to turn back until you've hit a wall! How dare you enter a wolf den like the Jiang family? Don't you think you're stupid?"

She poked her head with her index finger.

Lin Qingqian's eyes flashed and she smiled sweetly and said ingratiatingly, "Master, I know I was wrong. Don't be angry with me and don't ignore me."

"Hmph." She snorted softly and turned around to sit down. Then, she picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and stuffed it into her mouth. The fragrance of osmanthus in her mouth dispelled the wrinkles between her eyebrows. After eating, she picked up a handkerchief beside her and wiped the corners of his mouth. "Tell me, what kind of clothes do you want to make?"