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Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Gu Huai'an, a young scion of the No. 01 Courtyard Manor, had become the chief commander at Dragon Aviation Command Center at a very young age. He was known for his cold demeanor and seldom smiled or laughed. Not only did he come from a distinguished family, but he was also the unattainable gem of Beidu No. 01 Courtyard Mansion. Suddenly one day, he heard someone calling him "little brother." When he followed the voice, a pretty girl with an indifferent face asked, "Excuse me, sir, do I know you?" Yet at the same time: 【Wow, little brother is so handsome.】 【There are mountains beyond mountains, buildings beyond buildings, but little brother is handsome and gentle.】 【Little brother, hug!】 Gu Huai'an: …… The little girl's mouth, deceptive as a ghost's. ********* Song Yunuan transmigrated into a period novel and became a minor villainess who was soon eliminated – a role too small to be smaller. On her first day in the book, she stood in the Song family courtyard, trying hard to recall why the entire Song family would be wiped out in the story. In the end, she failed to notice the collective petrified expressions of the Song family members. Later… Her father became the richest man, her brother a top lawyer, her younger brother a scientist, her younger aunt a singer, and even her grandmother became a landlady. She herself turned into everyone's beloved darling. Song Yunuan: What happened to the hellish start I was promised?

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Chapter 18 I'll Bite You a Crescent_1

Little Asheng always felt that everyone loved him and flowers bloomed at his sight.

He had an inexplicable confidence in his own cuteness.

This time, however, Old Man Ji had scolded him alongside the others, not giving him any face at all, and tears immediately welled up in his eyes, about to cry out of grievance.

He glared at Old Man Ji and pouted, "Bad Grandpa, I'm not talking to you anymore."

Song Mingbo quickly scooped up his sobbing brother and signaled his sister with his eyes, and the three siblings slipped away as fast as they could.

They were so quick that Old Man Ji didn't even manage to give Asheng the ten yuan he had prepared for snacks.

Old Man Ji had an inscrutable look on his face.

The next moment, without any further delay, a pedicab—also called a backward-riding donkey—arrived at the door looking for business.