After returning, the big boss became Little Jiaojiao
Song Huannian, who had just returned to the country, found himself a stray dog.
The company was gone, his assets were gone, his grandfather was imprisoned, and his white lotus sister was still causing trouble.
Fine, since that was the case, then she would be the villain. Not only would she tear apart White Lotus 'face, but she would also make White Lotus' family kneel and admit their mistakes!
However, everyone realized that the Second Miss was a little different after returning.
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It was rumored that Wen Sixian, the boss of Jin City, was sinister and ruthless, and could be called the King of Hell.
However, the King of Hell had a little ancestor in his house. The little ancestor was cold and noble. She was both arrogant and valiant. She never slaps people in the face.
However, every time she was beaten up, she would be held in her hands and cajoled to ask if it hurt. Hades 'face was full of gentleness.
Later, the trending search went viral because #Big Boss's identity was exposed. He was actually the Song family's unpopular adopted son #
And #Big Boss suddenly announced his marriage, and the little ancestor in his family was actually Song Huannian #
Everyone exclaimed,"The Heartbreaker Couple is real!"
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However, one day, Song Huannian realized that her husband's heart was too dark. She had actually been deceived! Marriage! Yes!
Hence, she quickly packed up and wanted a divorce to ensure her safety.
However, Wen Yiren used the wine to press her against the wall. He kissed her fiercely and begged her like a kitten." Niannian, don't divorce me, okay?" I'll give you my person, my heart, the company, and all my favoritism for the rest of my life…"
Song Huannian looked at the crazy Wen Sixian and sighed in his heart. He was afraid that the divorce would not happen.
[Vicious and overbearing business tycoon vs. cold and noble heir, 1v1, mutual favor]
Green groweth the holly, so doth the ivy. Though winter blasts blow never so high, green groweth the holly. As the holly groweth green and never changeth hue, So I am, ever hath been, unto my lady true. As the holly groweth green with ivy all alone When flowers cannot be seen and greenwood leaves be gone