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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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Ming Xiao Pursued You In The Past

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

When Jiang Yanshen walked out of the bathroom, there was only one floor lamp lit in the room. The dim light barely illuminated her small face, as if it was covered in a layer of dust.

He walked to the sofa and sat down. He pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips against her cheek. "What's wrong?"

Ever since she came back, she seemed to be in low spirits, as if she was thinking about something.

Lin Qingqian raised her head and glanced at him. Seeing that there was nothing unusual on his exquisite facial features, she blinked. "You really don't remember?"

Jiang Yanshen raised his eyebrows. "Remember what?"

"Ming Xiao." When Lin Qingqian said these two words, her eyes clearly darkened.

"Why should I remember her?" Jiang Yanshen found it strange, but he really didn't remember this woman.

Lin Qingqian blinked, her thick eyelashes casting a green shadow. Her voice was as soft as willow catkins. "She's Ming Yuan's daughter."