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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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Redakteur: Henyee Translations

Lin Qingqian hurriedly walked forward to support him and asked Madam Liu, "Do you have any ointment?"

Madam Liu nodded. "Yes, I'll go get it and send it over."

Lin Qingqian thanked her and helped Jiang Yanshen upstairs.

Jiang Yanshen sat on the sofa, and Lin Qingqian squatted down to check his knee.

His warm and slender fingers clasped her slender wrist. "I'm fine," he said in a low voice.

He wanted her to pull her up.

Lin Qingqian was unwilling. She pried his fingers away and said firmly, "Let me take a look."

Jiang Yanshen couldn't dissuade her, so he could only let her roll up his pants, revealing his blackened knees.

Her eyes immediately filled with heartache. She blew gently and looked up at him. "It hurts a lot, right?"

Jiang Yanshen's thin lips were filled with a smile. "It doesn't hurt."

Lin Qingqian didn't believe his words. It was already purple and black. How could it not hurt?