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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

Provoke

We held hands as we surveyed the small space. There was a porthole that allowed us to peer out at sea. The ship was moving fast, and in a few moments, it was clear as day, a shadowy spot in the distance was our island.

I sighed. "How did he do it? How did he manage to hide such a large thing in the hall?"

I looked around and felt that we were in a large cabin.

Jing Tian didn't say anything. He held my hand and walked around the room carefully. He touched every corner of the room and looked at it carefully but didn't say anything.

I was bored to death. I let him hold my hand and admired this man, who was covered in blood and had a pale and stern face. Yet, I was full of joy.

He was right. It would be fine as long as the two of us were together. I didn't care where we were.

Even when I realized Tong Zhuo was watching us, it didn't affect my mood. He could watch all he wanted.