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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: "..."

Escape · Umum
Peringkat tidak cukup
389 Chs

Lin Qingqian Gave Me Your Phone Number

Editor: Henyee Translations

Jiang Yanshen frowned slightly when he smelled the alcohol and put down the wine glass.

He had not seen Lin Qingqian for a few days. Even if the collaboration with Lu Corporation was finalized, he was not very happy.

Moreover, he never drank.

When Lu Dongcheng saw this, his expression darkened. "No matter what, today is the first day of our cooperation. Director Jiang, can you give me some face?"

Jiang Yanshen glanced at him, as if to say: Is your face very valuable?

Lu Dongcheng picked up his wine glass and took a sip. He felt that it was boring. The other executives were celebrating outside, but he and Jiang Yanshen were in the private room.

He was extremely bored, so he called the office line and asked the bar manager to arrange something to liven things up.

Five minutes after the call ended, there was a knock on the door. Seven or eight young ladies walked in, dressed in skimpy clothes. They were as passionate as fire.