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Does the Smart Wife Behave Well Again Today

作者: Xuanting_Official
Contemporary Romance
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WebNovel で公開されている、Xuanting_Official の作者が書いた Does the Smart Wife Behave Well Again Today の小説を読んでください。It was not a good thing to have merits.Her grandfather told her that if she couldn't find the unlucky person to share her merits, she would lose her life.It was good for her to have merits.She was fra...

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It was not a good thing to have merits. Her grandfather told her that if she couldn't find the unlucky person to share her merits, she would lose her life. It was good for her to have merits. She was framed by her family and met her unlucky fate as soon as she went out. Leng Baobei said with a smile, "You were so unlucky, if there is no me, you would not live to be thirty years old. But after having me, I can help you get promoted and get rich ......" "Dead wife?" Staring at the cute girl who came out of nowhere, Su Yujue said affirmatively, "I will kill my wife." Leng Baobei tilted her head and thought for a while. "But you will die if you can't marry a wife." Su Yujue was speechless As a well-known master in the Fengshui world. However, she was also the amulet of the noble and arrogant master of the Su clan. Su Yujue, "Honey, come here. Bad luck comes again!"

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