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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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Madam Jiang, I Love You, But This May Be The Furthest I Can Go

編集者: Henyee Translations

Qianqian:

It's 3 a.m. in Paris. Just now, I glanced at the lights outside the window. Everyone said that Paris is the capital of romance. I didn't think so.

Perhaps it was because I didn't have you, but my eyes are gray and lifeless.

In the past, when I couldn't sleep, I would work. My existence seemed to be for this reason, but now, when I couldn't sleep, my mind was filled with you.

Was this the so-called "missing"?

I don't know. If it is, it feels a little bitter, but it doesn't seem that bitter either.

Qianqian, I want to hug you and hear you call me "Ah Yan", even if I know that the name you're calling isn't me.

But if lying to yourself can make people happier, I want this happiness.

Lin Qingqian's fingers that were holding the postcard couldn't help but tremble. Her gaze landed on the date. It was written by him when he went to Paris for a business trip previously.