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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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389 Chs

Director Jiang Is Playing with Fire

Éditeur: Henyee Translations

No matter how determined she was to stop loving Jiang Yanshen, as long as this man was willing to reveal his hidden scars, her heart would soften.

Tears rolled down her eyes drop by drop, shining with a broken light on her porcelain-white skin.

Jiang Yanshen lowered his head and kissed the tears on her face. His low and hoarse voice repeated as he muttered patiently, "Qianqian, Qianqian…"

Her hands that hung by her sides slowly hugged his strong waist as she cried.

Jiang Yanshen hugged her tightly and kissed the side of her face lovingly.

It was like the demonic barrier of a fallen hell.

* * *

Lin Qingqian cried for half an hour until her eyes hurt and her voice was hoarse. When she came back to her senses, she was already by the bed and sitting in his arms.

Jiang Yanshen lifted her scattered hair with his fingertips and said hoarsely, "Qianqian, can you be with me?"