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Dating My Scumbag Ex's Uncle

She was forced by her husband and his mistress to jump into the sea and commit suicide, only to be rescued and taken care of by the jerk's uncle for seven years. He had become her backer and protected her meticulously. For seven years, no one dared to look down on her. Her reputation was tarnished. She had a miscarriage and divorced before. The scumbag ex-husband was also his nephew. On the other hand, he would not marry anyone other than her. He did not care about rumors and barbaric words, and for this, he did not hesitate to go against the entire clan. … Initially, she thought that the most tragic thing in life was to love the wrong person. Later on, she realized that it wasn't. It turned out that the most tragic thing was that you finally found true love, but at that time, you were covered in wounds. She was as cold as ice and he was passionate as fire. She had persisted for seven years, and so had he. In the end, she still lost to that persistent flame and agreed to marry him. However, the night before they were about to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificate, she woke up and returned ten years ago. That year, she was in the prime of her youth. She was still as beautiful as ever, and her youth was not wasted. That year, he was handsome and promising. She looked at herself in front of the mirror and silently cried. "Uncle, this time, I'll give you the best.”

Mountain Springs · 现代言情
分數不夠
934 Chs

Bound

As it was still early, and all the stores had just begun their business, Tobias Square was very empty, and the coffee shop we had agreed upon was very quiet in a remote corner of the mall.

When I entered, there was only one clerk preparing for business.

I chose a corner seat and sat down, with the pedestrian-less square behind me.

I rarely felt like this. I felt a faint sense of unease.

But after thinking about it, Gu Yan had no reason to throw me off at the last moment of her freedom, right?

The waiter brought me a glass of lemonade and handed me a menu. I absentmindedly took it and looked at it, saying, "I'm waiting for my friend."

I picked up the glass and took a sip of the lemonade, but before I could swallow it, nausea rose from the bottom of my stomach.

I couldn't control myself and vomited the water into the glass. Then I began to retch.