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Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife

Jin Yang received a birthday present at the age of 20. He received a baby wrapped in a blanket and placed it in a box. The paternity test results told him that this was indeed his child. What? What did that happen? In Jin Yang's memory, he had never had sex with a woman. How did this child come about? Lin Shenshen had gotten pregnant before marriage and was despised by her family. She had liked Jin Yang for many years, but one day, she disappeared. She would never pester Jin Yang again and stop him from getting close to other girls. Jin Yang gave the child a name. He realized that this brat was very smart, but his personality was becoming more and more like the girl in his memory. Six years later, at Lin Shenshen's lowest, Jin Yang found her along with his son. "I'll find you a beautiful stepmother." "What about my own mother? Is she not as pretty as this young lady?" Lin Shenshen picked up her son and kissed him on the cheek. "Where did this child come from?" "Baby, let Mommy tell you—you were born in Mommy's dream!" The couple, Lin Shenshen and Jin Yang, kept teasing the little kid. Jin Yang, "Honey, why don't you elaborate? How did you give birth in your dream?!"

Ye Fei Ye · 都市
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Chapter 98: A Bottle of Safflower Oil (7)

This dream may be too wonderful, Isabel Smith curled up in the quilt, the corner of her lips involuntarily curling into a smile, as if content with something, finally she fell soundly asleep.

Percy Stanton went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and when he came out, he saw the bright big light in the bedroom hadn't been turned off, his young daughter on the bed had buried her head in the quilt, he paused, walked to the side, picked up the remote control, and turned off the light.

The room completely plunged into darkness, Percy Stanton frowned, turned on the sleep lamp, then put down the remote control satisfactorily, then walked to the side of the bed, gently stretched out his hand, pulled off some of the quilt from her head, just covering her collarbone.

The woman in her dream, her lips were slightly curved, as if she had a very beautiful dream, her expression sweet and content.

This expression, was exactly the same as Isabel Smith once was.