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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 605 I Have to Pamper Her

Whether it was the surrounding environment or the location, it had to be the best in No. 01 Courtyard Manor.

Gu Huai'an showed Song Yunuan around.

This could be considered the central area.

It felt more like a separate little district within the manor, giving off a courtyard-within-a-courtyard feeling.

The clean snow fell on the glazed tiles, contrasting with the blue sky and white clouds. Beyond the fence lay Lotus Lake, and at the end of June, its surface would be covered with blooming lotuses. Song Yunuan had never visited, but Gu Huai'an had told her about it. However, few people came here. The snow on the lake's surface bore only the footprints of small animals.

The place was quiet and elegant, and as for safety, that was even less of a concern.

Song Yunuan looked at Gu Huai'an: "Did Old Mr. Xie mention a deadline?"