Fortunately, Little Dough was raised early
Ancient Sweet Words 1v1
Father doesn't love mother doesn't love cold-faced little general vs eccentric white sweet prime minister's daughter
Everyone knew that the Lin family of the prime minister's residence in the capital had a Fourth Miss who had just been brought back from the countryside. They had heard that she was plain and rude, but no one in the capital had ever seen her before.
It was only then that everyone knew that the Lin Fourth Young Mistress was such a beautiful woman. She had bright eyes, white teeth, and a smile like a flower. Although she wasn't considered to be devastatingly beautiful, her average appearance was simply ridiculous! Look, her every move was full of the dignity and nobility of a young lady from a noble family!
"I heard that because Fourth Miss Lin has been raised in the countryside, she has no manners at all! You don't know anything about music, chess, calligraphy, and painting!"
Who said that! If you stand out, I'll beat you to death!
Lu Jiangyu was a calm and reserved person. He was used to not showing his emotions on his face, but because Lin Kongnian praised his smile, he repeatedly trained his facial muscles.
At first, he thought that having such a sister would make his originally boring life more colorful. He did not expect that this little white dumpling would grow up to be so slim and elegant. Lu Jiangyu rubbed his hands together every day and counted the days. When he achieved a great achievement, he would marry the little dumpling!
What a joke. How could I give up the dumpling that I raised painstakingly to someone else?
Lu Jiangyu: Although it's a little unruly, why does it look more and more adorable?
Lin Kongnian thought,[I'm so bored. Why isn't Lu Jiangyu here to play with me yet?]
The female protagonist is slow to love, and the wooden spirit male protagonist becomes a spirit (note, this is not an immortal cultivation novel!) Constantly swindling the female lead and finally getting the beauty.
Old fish with orange peel
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