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How I Fell for My Hidden Marriage Hubby

She conspires and provokes the most powerful young master in Beijing! They sign a contract and with his every call, she has to go anywhere and do anything his bidding. When their contract ends, she smirks and said, “I’ll take the money and you can leave. We don’t owe each other anything.” He is Young Master Ya who rules Beijing. He controls the business empire during the day, and he is the strongest king at night. He is cold and women are merely playthings to him. With his power, the women he has eyes on have never been willing to leave him, yet she is an exception. She loves money, like all the previous women, but she is never shy of showing her greed. And he never realizes that he will ever grow a heart for such a promiscuous and cheap woman… He points a gun straight at her heart. “Die with me, or accept my love—which one do you choose?” She pouts and turns around, before she pushes an adorable child into his arms. “Here, there’s your answer.”

Early October · Thành thị
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The person I know is not her

"I've already told you, can you cooperate with us?" Qin Zhiwei asked.

liancheng yazhi closed his eyes. "we'll talk about it when my lawyer is here."

Qin Zhi 'Zhi's mouth twitched. He'd already revealed so much information, but he still wouldn't tell him.

on the way there, qin zhi 'wei wanted to ask why they were looking for the staff who weren't in the hotel at that time.

However, Liancheng Yazhi kept his eyes closed, so he was embarrassed to speak.

As for Tang Zong, he kept looking at him, but Qin guanzhi did not want to talk to him.

He was the only one who knew why.

When they arrived at the hotel, they went straight to the guest room where the deceased had stayed. The guest room remained the same.

"Mr. Lian, what can you see from this?" Qin Zhizhi asked.

I'm not the police, " Liancheng Yazhi said indifferently. what's the point of asking me? "

of course it's useful, " Qin guanzhi said. I believe you've seen more than ordinary people.