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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 334: She Will Make Him Have to Come

The young girl spoke fluent Nan City dialect, clearly a local.

How could he not have known that Nan City had someone with such bizarre combat skills?

She also demanded answers to questions she shouldn't have known, and he was forced to speak, finally understanding what it felt like to be on the brink of death in the deserted alley. He had cursed an old man who was about to appear, sending him back.

They were in the corner of the alley, and Little Nuan's hand was like an eagle's claw.

Her eyes looked the same, cold and cruel as if gazing upon the dead.

Thinking about it now, she had the same demeanor as those big shots.

He didn't dare to think anymore; with his last bit of strength, he had to crawl to the hospital.

When another group finally followed into the winding alley, it was empty; they saw nothing.

What happened?

Could it be that some monkey had beaten them to the punch and hoarded the loot?