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Paranoid Doctor Only Loves Me

By a twist of fate, Tang Su discovered that the aloof male god she once had a crush on lived right across the hall. It had been eight years, and he did not remember her at all, so Tang Su had to tuck away her affections and pretend she didn't know him. Every time they met, she would properly call him "Doctor Lu." …… One day, while Lu Han was taking a nap, Tang Su slipped into his office. The duty nurse shot up in surprise, shouting "Stop" as she followed after Tang Su. By the time the nurse arrived, Tang Su was sitting in the chair, stretching out her leg to hook Lu Han's, coquettishly asking, "Doctor Lu, my leg hurts, could you take a look?" Lu Han stepped back and turned to the nurse, "You go out first, I'll handle this." The nurse nodded, considerately closing the door behind her while muttering to herself that she didn't know how many women had thrown themselves at Doctor Lu. Each one of them had left crying. After a while, the office door opened. The nurse looked up to see that Tang Su as expected, was limping out with reddened eyes. The nurse smiled knowingly, thinking that Tang Su had overestimated herself. Soon after, Lu Han hurried out of his office. He swept past the nurse, scooped Tang Su up at the waist, and carried her sideways back to the office. As he walked, he whispered to Tang Su, "Didn't I tell you to wait for me a while? Why are you walking around with a sore leg?" …… After they got married, Doctor Lu was often away for meetings, surgeries, and paid learning, hardly ever at home, not even answering phone calls, leaving Tang Su practically like a deserted bride. She wrote in her TikTok bio: "Living like a widow." Then— One stormy night, Doctor Lu came back. Before long, she changed her TikTok bio to: "Please spare me."

Lattice Shell · 现代言情
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444 The Farmer and the Snake (Explosive Update 4)

After getting a glimpse of Beijing's wealthy circles, Tang Su knew that for someone like Jiang Shanshan, whose family ran a seafood business, they weren't really that rich.

They couldn't even be considered high-income, at most they were middle class.

"First, enjoy your meal, let someone else handle other matters, here, have some duck soup." Lu Han still took the phone from her hand, set it aside, and ladled her a bowl of duck soup.

The abalone duck soup that Lu Han made in the pressure cooker had no other ingredients added; the soup was clear and the flavor was fresh. He had tasted it while in the kitchen just now, and it was very delicious.

Tang Su slurped several mouthfuls hungrily, eating both the abalone and the duck meat.

The duck meat was neither tough nor dry, and with a dip in Lu Han's secret homemade sauce, the flavor was heavenly.

"Is it good?"