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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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Happy Marriage, Madam Jiang

Redakteur: Henyee Translations

Jiang Yanshen took away the wedding ring, got off the bed, and walked around the end of the bed to her side.

Just as Lin Qingqian was curious about what he wanted to do, his tall figure suddenly sank and he knelt on one knee, instantly looking up.

Lin Qingqian was stunned and stared at him with her bright eyes.

Jiang Yanshen knelt on one knee, not even wearing his shoes. He looked up at the woman sitting on the bed with a blank expression.

"Qianqian, you know that I've never been a romantic person. Every time I want to do something to make you happy, I can't do it well, and I won't say those touching words. But at least…

Let me put on the wedding ring for you myself, okay?"

Lin Qingqian's bright eyes were misty. She pursed her lips and felt that her throat was blocked by something. She could only nod.

"Give me your hand." Seeing her silly look, Jiang Yanshen couldn't help but remind her.