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A Beloved Wife in Marriage

In the love tomb of the marriage for three years, Lin Qingqian’s heart had already died, so she decided to divorce, stayed away from love, and focused on her career. That man, who did not use to be seen for months after married, frequently appear after divorce. When talking about cooperation, the man whispered," Qian Qian, he has less money than me, let me invest in this project?" Meet a girl with a bad mind, the man flattens her palm a slap to throw the girl’s face, "Qian Qian, to hit someone like this will not hurt you." Later, Lin Qingqian finally made it to the top, obtaining countless pursuing people. One of her admirers gave her 99 flowers, and the next day she would receive 999 One of her admirers gave her a box of strawberries, and the next day she would receive a refrigerator fulling of strawberries. One of her admirers gave her a cat. The next day, her home almost became a pet shop. Lin Qingqian can not stand it anymore, tweets: Married, Refusal. After posting a micro-blog, she put the phone on the sofa: Now are you satisfied? The noblemen showed a charming smile, "Qian Qian, I am generous, but this does not prevent me from being jealous." Lin Qingqian: "..."

Escape · 综合
分數不夠
389 Chs

I'm Cutting Ties With You. Don't Talk to Me

編輯: Henyee Translations

The sky was getting close to twilight as Jiang Yunshen lay paralyzed on the snow, panting so hard that he couldn't speak. His eyes were wide open, looking rather aggrieved.

Lin Qingqian was also exhausted from running. She panted heavily and sat on the snow without caring about her image.

Lu Qinshang fanned the flames at the side. "Lin Qingqian, don't stop. Continue to torture him. I'll give you an additional investment sum…"

Jiang Yanshen kicked him lightly. "Don't lead Qianqian astray."

Saying that, he reached out and pulled Lin Qingqian up from the snow. "Don't sit on the snow, you'll catch a cold easily."

Jiang Yunshen, who was lying on the snow beside him, was speechless.

Please recognize how traumatized I am. Thank you.

Lin Qingqian took a long breath and her voice regained its calmness. "Thank you, I'm fine."

Jiang Yanshen nodded and looked at his brother lying on the snow. He said in a completely different tone, "Get up."