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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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Is It Too Late to Die Now?

Editor: Henyee Translations

Jiang Yanshen's heart ached because of her tears. The anger on his face faded and his heart ached. He coaxed her gently, "Don't cry. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable, okay?"

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything. The moment he opened his mouth, the tears that Lin Qingqian had locked in her eyes couldn't help but flow out.

Her tears fell fiercely and heavily, as if they were thousands of kilograms of stones that smashed into Jiang Yanshen's heart.

The man's cold and slender fingers gently wiped away the tears on her face. "Qianqian, don't cry, don't cry…"

As he spoke in a low and hoarse voice, his long arms couldn't help but reach out and pull her into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed her hair.

His actions were intimate and familiar.

Lin Qingqian didn't know what was going on either. Her mind was blank, and her tears flowed uncontrollably like a broken tap.