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Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Gu Huai'an, a young scion of the No. 01 Courtyard Manor, had become the chief commander at Dragon Aviation Command Center at a very young age. He was known for his cold demeanor and seldom smiled or laughed. Not only did he come from a distinguished family, but he was also the unattainable gem of Beidu No. 01 Courtyard Mansion. Suddenly one day, he heard someone calling him "little brother." When he followed the voice, a pretty girl with an indifferent face asked, "Excuse me, sir, do I know you?" Yet at the same time: 【Wow, little brother is so handsome.】 【There are mountains beyond mountains, buildings beyond buildings, but little brother is handsome and gentle.】 【Little brother, hug!】 Gu Huai'an: …… The little girl's mouth, deceptive as a ghost's. ********* Song Yunuan transmigrated into a period novel and became a minor villainess who was soon eliminated – a role too small to be smaller. On her first day in the book, she stood in the Song family courtyard, trying hard to recall why the entire Song family would be wiped out in the story. In the end, she failed to notice the collective petrified expressions of the Song family members. Later… Her father became the richest man, her brother a top lawyer, her younger brother a scientist, her younger aunt a singer, and even her grandmother became a landlady. She herself turned into everyone's beloved darling. Song Yunuan: What happened to the hellish start I was promised?

Joe Yishui · Urban
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676 Chs

Chapter 438: Can't Help the Worthless?

Old Mrs. Song wasn't used to using forks, but chopsticks were too long to fit in the lunchbox, and she disliked the small forks, so Old Man Song made her some small chopsticks.

They were merely wood forks, and nobody really paid them any attention.

However, a train conductor who was hurrying by did notice them.

His eyes lit up.

He stopped in front of Song Yunuan and politely asked, "Uh... young student, do you have any extra wooden forks?"

Song Yunuan silently took a metal box from her bag, opened it, and inside were a dozen or so smoothly polished wood forks.

It was like finding what she needed without even looking, effortlessly.

This scene called over a few colleagues who were chatting at the doorway.

They were very surprised, but one of the conductors was rather obstinate and insisted on asking Song Yunuan, "Why do you have so many wooden forks? Aren't chopsticks good enough for eating noodles?"