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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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Grandma Urges to See a Marriage, Dog of a Man Knows How to Dote On People

Editor: Henyee Translations

Lin Qingqian was elated. "Grandma, you're awake."

Old Madam Jiang was also very happy to see her, but her voice was soft and weak. "Why are you here so early?"

"There were too many people yesterday, so it was not convenient for me to stay and wait for you to wake up. So, I came to see you earlier today."

Lin Qingqian sat down on the chair beside the bed and reached out to hold her hand. "Grandma, you really frightened me yesterday."

Old Madam Jiang patted her hand gently. "Grandma is fine. Don't worry."

Lin Qingqian nodded slowly. "I made porridge. Do you want to eat some?"

She didn't have much of an appetite, but since it was made by Lin Qingqian, she still nodded.

Jiang Yanshen went to the kitchen to get a clean small bowl and spoon. Lin Qingqian poured the porridge from the thermos into the bowl.