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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?

Qiao Yishui · Urban
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271 Chs

Chapter 62 Little Nuan Cries Very Hard_1

Translator: 549690339

Father Qin and Mother Qin's faces changed instantly.

The ones who watched the movie with Siqi were Fang Hong and Qi Aimei.

Mother Qin was somewhat angry, "Fang Hong and Qi Aimei went too far. I had specifically instructed them beforehand, but look what happened..."

Father Qin frowned, "Don't go picking fights with people. Let's take it slow."

Just then, the Qin family's door was knocked.

Mother Qin looked at the time and had to go open the door.

To her surprise, standing at the door was the Lu family's youngest son, Lu Feng.

The nineteen-year-old youth had a handsome face but looked haggard, with anxiety at the bottom of his eyes.

Lu Feng's complexion was poor. He looked past Qin Siqi toward the interior and directly asked Mother Qin, "Aunt Zhou, where is Little Nuan?"

Father Qin frowned.

This was another matter, one that both Qin Siqi and Lu Feng were unaware of.