[Dragon and Phoenix Descending from Heaven: Don't even think about running away, Nanny Mommy]
[Pure sweetness without abuse, male and female cleanliness, cute baby assist]
Five years after she woke up, she became a mother for no reason! What？This world was too crazy!
" Sister Gu is beautiful, kind, considerate, and has a nice scent on her. I want her to be my mommy!" Murong Xin said.
Murong Lin: " Sister Gu is beautiful, gentle, clever, and skilled in cooking. I want her to be my mommy too!"
"She's your mommy!" Big Iceberg Murong Yan replied.
Gu Mei: " I didn't, I didn't. Don't spout nonsense. She's still a virgin!"
"I have evidence!"
Gu Mei was speechless.
Five years ago, Gu Mei's parents died. In order to pay off her debts and raise her younger brother, she signed a contract in exchange for 500,000 yuan. Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with a rare disease and was urgently frozen.
Five years later, when Gu Mei woke up, not only was she cured, but her skin was also moist, white, tender, and beautiful. She was several years younger.
The trashy ex-boyfriend was so regretful that he beat his chest and stomped his feet, scratching his heart and liver. The vicious supporting actress was so jealous that her eyes were red and she was about to go crazy.
Gu Mei found out that her family had been taken over by her uncle's family. In order to fight a lawsuit and get back the house, she applied to be a tutor for the twins in Murong Courtyard.
After learning that Murong Xin had a hereditary disease and needed to get her mother's bone marrow as soon as possible, Gu Mei was worried. She didn't expect herself to be the child's mother!
Murong Yan, the CEO of Murong Group, who was rumored to have a phobia of women, gradually developed feelings for the gentle, kind, and self-reliant Gu Mei as they got along. He methodically began to pursue his wife.
Xin 'er had recovered and her term as a tutor and nanny had expired, but would she be able to leave Murong Courtyard successfully?
Cherish the wind and snow
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