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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 404 Give Her a Chance

Xiao Wu and Acheng were setting off fireworks, and later Song Mingbo also ran over to join in.

Asheng was once again lifted up by his uncle and rode on his neck.

Just as Asheng was about to wave his little hands, he didn't expect to be slapped on his chubby bottom by his mother. Xia Guilan said, "This isn't like watching a movie or a play. The fireworks are in the sky; you could see them even if you were lying on the ground. Don't tire out your uncle."

Asheng pouted with grievance.

His mother was still biased, even saying you could see from the ground. But could that be the same?

Has Mom forgotten it's winter?

The ground is cold and icy. How can you lie down on it?

It's much more comfortable riding on uncle's neck, with warmth right under your bottom.

Xia Xindong spoke gently, "It's fine, I like carrying Asheng."

Old Mrs. Song was a bit displeased.