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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?

Joe Yishui · 现代言情
分數不夠
676 Chs

Chapter 219 She was not sleepwalking at all_1

It was only after Song Yunuan had left that the two of them continued walking along the sewer.

They kept going and going, the farther from this place, the better.

And for the time being, they couldn't return to the guesthouse either, even though they used fake names on their introduction letters.

But what if Song Yunuan found out?

Moreover, they felt extremely uncomfortable all over and needed to find a bathhouse to clean themselves properly.

Old Qi didn't have time to exchange opinions with Old Dou.

But he knew that Song Yunuan was definitely not the simple sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl they saw on the surface.

One wouldn't dare to ascend Liangshan without good reason.

In the dead of the night, she clearly wasn't sleepwalking; her mind was alert, dressed in white and carrying a stick.

The more he thought about it, the more sinister it seemed.

Turns out it was a case of skill giving rise to boldness.