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Reborn: The Godfather Has Fallen For Me

After being imprisoned in the basement by her mother for ten years, she ended her cruel and tragic life in death when they forced her to hand over the key to the hidden treasure. Getting reborn in her teenage years, she woke up in the bed of that terrible and powerful man. This time, she must take revenge on her enemy, and now she must live. Having nicknamed 'The Loli of The East', this young lady broke through the heavily fortified private prison and managed to snatch the key that the man had been searching for as she escaped into the forest. "Woman, you've successfully attracted my attention." This man, who appeared to be the CEO of a business empire on the surface but was the godfather of the largest mafia, carried a military-tier bag and entered the forest. He felt that the Loli of The East possessed a fatal attraction. She was not a weak woman. On the contrary, she was stronger than most men in the world. Shen knew that the man in front of her was the Owl King. He was all-powerful, cold, and domineering, yet he was persistent towards her. Why did this man plan to do after chasing after her from outside the country into the country, even though she avoided him like the plague? Shen, "Stay away from me, will you?" Yan, "Baby, do you think it's possible?" She was the one and only daughter of the wealthy Shen family. She was the hope of the Shen family. Her battlefield was not within the bounds of a harem, nor was her battlefield centered around a man like a parasitic flower that clung onto her host. Her horizon did not look like that, and it should not be. Therefore, even if Yan built her a magnificent golden house, it would not be able to stop her heart that yearned to soar in the sky.

Yanjiang Lighthouse · Fantasy
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1277 Chs
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Assassination

Redakteur: Dragon Boat Translation

Shen Xiaoxiao sat on one side of the bed, and Yan Kuan sat on the other.

For the first time, the four of them were lying on the same bed together.

Although Little Treasure still rejected it, Da Bao accepted it first. Yan Kuan's faint voice told the empty and boring fairy tale.

The children listened carefully and excitedly.

Perhaps this was the first father in their hearts telling them a story. The excitement could not be described with words, and the excitement could not be counted.

This kind of warmth was the first time in many years.

This kind of harmony was also a rare pursuit.

Leaning on the headboard, she slowly closed her eyes under the children's occasionally childish whispers and Yan Kuan's deep and hoarse voice.

She was tired, very tired. That kind of mental fatigue was Shen Xiaoxiao's most intuitive feeling at the moment.