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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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I Hope It's a Girl. Ah Yan Said He Wants a Girl.

Editor: Henyee Translations

On the day of the competition, Lin Qingqian woke up early and ate breakfast with Su Ying and Han Liubai before bringing her designs to the event location.

The other designers had brought makeup artists, assistants, and even models. There was a mighty group of people.

Only Lin Qingqian only brought two people with her. She did not even invite any models.

When they passed by the other designers, some designers looked over curiously and turned their heads to whisper to their assistants.

Lin Qingqian did not understand what they were saying, so she simply entered her lounge without even giving them a glance.

Han Liubai was a little worried. "You really don't need a model?"

Lin Qingqian nodded and said softly, "No need."

Han Liubai's gaze landed on the box behind her. Until now, he still did not know what Lin Qingqian had designed.