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Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Gu Huai'an, a young scion of the No. 01 Courtyard Manor, had become the chief commander at Dragon Aviation Command Center at a very young age. He was known for his cold demeanor and seldom smiled or laughed. Not only did he come from a distinguished family, but he was also the unattainable gem of Beidu No. 01 Courtyard Mansion. Suddenly one day, he heard someone calling him "little brother." When he followed the voice, a pretty girl with an indifferent face asked, "Excuse me, sir, do I know you?" Yet at the same time: 【Wow, little brother is so handsome.】 【There are mountains beyond mountains, buildings beyond buildings, but little brother is handsome and gentle.】 【Little brother, hug!】 Gu Huai'an: …… The little girl's mouth, deceptive as a ghost's. ********* Song Yunuan transmigrated into a period novel and became a minor villainess who was soon eliminated – a role too small to be smaller. On her first day in the book, she stood in the Song family courtyard, trying hard to recall why the entire Song family would be wiped out in the story. In the end, she failed to notice the collective petrified expressions of the Song family members. Later… Her father became the richest man, her brother a top lawyer, her younger brother a scientist, her younger aunt a singer, and even her grandmother became a landlady. She herself turned into everyone's beloved darling. Song Yunuan: What happened to the hellish start I was promised?

Joe Yishui · Urbain
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676 Chs

Chapter 363: The Young Man's Story

Jin Ju chatted with Gu Huai'an for a bit and then rode away on her bicycle.

Gu Huai'an was also trying his luck, after all, he only knew that she and Jin Ju went to eat lamb hotpot.

But there are only a few famous lamb hotpot restaurants.

Song Yunuan took the initiative to contact Jin Ju, promising that once she could come to Beidu to participate in the national mathematics competition, she would treat her to a meal.

Song Yunuan actually just wanted to give her a small gift.

A fountain pen would be the most suitable.

As for whether there would be a chance to keep in touch afterward, that would be left to fate.

But it was different with Gu Huai'an.

Every time she came, he would know about it.

[Little brother, you couldn't have planted a tracker on me, could you?]

Gu Huai'an's hands paused.

[Otherwise, how could you find me even when Jin Ju and I are just eating a little hotpot? That's too much of a coincidence.]