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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 · perkotaan
Peringkat tidak cukup
676 Chs

Chapter 103 She Doesn't Care Much About Blood Ties_1

Old Mrs. Sun glanced at Old Mrs. Song, "Don't disbelieve me, right now she's eating at Old Ding's house. Just look at that Big Boss Ding, what a nasty piece of work, a drunkard through and through. When he's plastered, he beats his wife; a lazy glutton, that's what he is. His wife didn't just go early by chance; she was beaten to death by him. And now, look, he's marrying a young woman. Ah, women really have it tough in this world."

Old Mrs. Song didn't want to dwell on the subject, "Alright, I've got things to do; I haven't even had my lunch yet. You'd better hurry along with your own tasks. Old Mrs. Ding is no easy character; watch your tongue around her."

But just then, a group of people walked from Old Ding's house toward the commune's office.

The Song family's entryway wasn't a main road, but you could still leave the village from there.