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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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Whoever Was Paying Was Her Daddy

Editor: Henyee Translations

"…"

Jiang Yanshen didn't speak. Under his long eyelashes, his black eyes were like the galaxy in the night sky, flickering with light.

For some reason, he liked to see her angry. It was much more pleasing to the eye than her previous docile and respectful appearance.

Lin Qingqian's height was not considered short among the average height of girls, but she was still a head shorter when standing in front of him. When she was grabbing his hair, she could barely reach it and could only stand on her tiptoes.

Sensing this, Jiang Yanshen unobtrusively spread his legs, bent his knees, and lowered his head to her brows.

Lin Qingqian was stunned for a moment. Her gaze landed on his legs, and the anger in her heart instantly dissipated.

She quickly styled his hair. "Done."

Jiang Yanshen raised his slightly sore neck and turned to look at the mirror embedded in the cabinet.