I Became the Third Master's Daughter
by Cen Luchu
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(It is not recommended to read the early articles) Gu Sanye, who has always been unruly and violent, is always nagging behind the little girl. "Daughter, wear more clothes, don't catch a cold..." "Daughter, I'm too tired, why don't we stop studying? The money at home is not enough for you to squander?" "Daughter, be obedient and take the medicine..." So all the big guys competed with Mr. Gu to pamper his daughter. Mr. Gu called out to all the big guys: "Ganggun, this is my daughter..." - Shen Qingjuan, a big shot in the medical field, was rumored to be a noble, noble, and not approachable to women, until one day, he held the little girl's hand to attend the group's new product launch conference. The people in the capital were shocked: "..." Where is the promised celibacy? What about not being a womanizer? ? --One day, Shen Qingjuan suddenly discovered that his adopted daughter-in-law was running away with someone. So the next day, Shen Qingjuan blocked Ruan Zhi at the school gate, her long eyelashes lowered, and her thin lips slightly hooked. Shen Qingjuan said, "Zhi Zhi has grown up, do you want to fall in love?" Ruan Zhi: "..." Shen Qingjuan: "What do Zhi Zhi think of my brother?" Ruan Zhi: "..." Shen Qingjuan: "Brother... I want to have a relationship with you..." Zhi Zhi covered his mouth with her white and delicate hands. Shen Qing tiredly raised his eyebrows lightly and squeezed Zhi Zhi's little hand, "Don't make trouble, little one, call me husband." People who eat melons: "..." The ascetic male god of the medical giant VS the hypocritical thief, soft and cute little cat, there is no logic, don't go into it.
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When you come to the human world, you want to see the sun. The prosperity has disappeared, but there is still the sound of falling flowers in my heart. One flower after another, falling gently in the deserted mountains. Every cloud is missing, every moon is missing. I can go over the mountains if you want. If you want, I can keep the clay pot for the rest of my life. The vastness of mountains and seas and the romance of the universe are all stirring in my heart, pushing me forward. You are like an urn, containing infinite tenderness, while infinite forgetfulness shakes you like an urn. The dusk sky is better than a window, a lit lamp, and a wait under the lamp. If I would see you again, it would be years later. How I greet you, with tears, with silence. A person will meet two people in his life, one is amazing and the other is gentle. All in all, it's been a long time, but worth the wait. Sitting in the pavilion, I feel that the mountains and mountains are all coming together. Your eyes are like the Milky Way that never sets, and your breath is like the waves and the wind. This world should not make me so happy, but here you are. If you were fire, I would be coals. I want to comfort you like this, but I dare not. There must be gentleness, but not compromise. We must be quiet and unhurriedly strong. Watching the twilight bend down and pick up your back. If you can drink in your memories, the past can give you a hangover. The trees are here, the mountains are here, the earth is here, the years are here, and I am here, how do you want a better world? Be gentle with yourself, you are just a child of the universe, no different from plants or stars. After a big dream, I saw mountain flowers all over my eyes, like emeralds. I felt like seeing an old friend, and I was so happy. The snow-colored sunshine looked up at him and smiled. The mountains and rivers were as gentle as the first time they saw him. Everyone in the world is like a sky full of stars, but you are like a bright moon. Among the stars holding the moon, you are the only one who shines brightest.
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Twelve paintings for friends, twelve paintings for lovers. Twelve paintings for lovers and twelve paintings for family members. Twelve is the portrayal of the four seasons, and twelve is the epitome of life. Therefore, Twelve's name is Unforgettable. The note I give you is Eleven, because friends are a little bit different, lovers are a little bit different, lovers are a little bit different, and family members are a little bit different. Therefore, Eleven's name is regret, but old friends are also eleven paintings. Twelve paintings for friends and twelve paintings for lovers. Twelve paintings for lovers and twelve paintings for family. Twelve is a portrait of the four seasons, and twelve is the epitome of a lifetime. Therefore, the name of Twelve is unforgettable.
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In summer, there are plum-flavored sunsets, two or three beer-flavored stars, and a spoonful of strong wind, which wash away the girl's strawberry-flavored thoughts. I may have forgotten what I looked like as a teenager, but I always remember that summer, the noise of the people around me and the unbridled and swaggering wind. I can't Having that kind of summer again, and finally saying goodbye to my former self, I can't explain how I should explain my youth. I only know that in my youth, there were such a group of people, in the dormitory, in the canteen, in the playground, and in the classroom, and we had endless things to talk about. I am looking forward to the arrival of summer more and more, the alleys filled with the fragrance of flowers, the wind under the shade of trees, the fluttering skirts of girls and the green eyes. You ran towards me with a smile, and the summer evening breeze with sunshine and fruity fragrance gently blew the curtains on the window sill. The dusk was hazy, and you lay down and dozed off for a while. It was so comfortable that you almost decided to live your life like this. I really hope that one day I can write the love words that have been brewing in my diary for a whole summer into a love letter and send it to you. I can tell you all those little feelings that were not expressive, insincere, and roundabout. I really like the sky around the summer evening. The clouds in the evening are ever-changing. I go out for a walk with three or five friends, watching the stars and moon gradually emerging, walking on the street and chatting about past stories. I really want time to stop at that moment. My life is too boring. I want to eat lots of iced watermelons and cold drinks. I want to be the girl you like. I want to say I like you through the summer wind. Camisole dress, sunny beach and big blue sea, watermelon air-conditioned ice cream, orange soda at dusk and sunset. The summer wind blows quietly, tickling the tip of your heart. You always look at the young man inadvertently, and always say hello to him shyly, handing him water. The summer wind blows gently, tickling your heartstrings. If only I could eat a bowl of rice in a hurry on a summer evening, put on a beautiful dress, and then go see someone I like. Walking with him in a quiet alley or in a busy night market, even the evening breeze must be extremely gentle at that time. I like summer, its passion, brilliance, and fresh vitality. It is the most hysterical season of the year. It is restrained and tense. I want to apply to be your summer. What is summer like? Quiet streets in the early morning, Coke, bubbles coming out of Sprite, blue sky, friends talking and laughing, watermelon, popsicles, and you. On the first day of school, he was counting books on the podium, and the sun shone on him, clean and gentle. He gave me that look that I liked for years. "Is the sun shining brightly in summer, or is summer tainted by your light?" The gentle evening breeze and the evening sunset Watermelon to relieve summer heat and fizzy cola There is so much beauty in the world Don't be fooled by the darkness in front of you You have to believe that you are worthy of all the good things in the world. Summer is coming soon. You and I may not meet each other, but if we do, where would you say we should be? The mountains, rivers and rivers are bright and windy. You should be on the way to meet me. As long as it is you. The summer of the student party is called summer. It is a summer vacation that is so long that people lose their patience. They chase idol dramas with the sound of cicadas, eat watermelon in an air-conditioned room, make an appointment with the boy they like to study in the library, and then fall asleep on the table. I got up from the swimming pool and went home smelling like bleach. I guess I was eating salted edamame tonight. Time drags on as deep as the shadow of a tree. For adults, July and August can only be called "those days when the weather is very hot." In summer, there are plum-flavored sunsets, two or three beer-flavored stars, and a spoonful of strong wind, which wash away the girl's strawberry-flavored thoughts. I may have forgotten what I looked like as a teenager, but I always remember that summer, the noise of the people around me and the unbridled and swaggering wind. I can't Having that kind of summer again, and finally saying goodbye to my former self, I can't explain how I should explain my youth. I only know that in my youth, there were such a group of people, in the dormitory, in the canteen, in the playground, and in the classroom, and we had endless things to talk about. I am looking forward to the arrival of summer more and more, the alleys filled with the fragrance of flowers, the wind under the shade of trees, the fluttering skirts of girls and the green eyes. You ran towards me with a smile, and the summer evening breeze with sunshine and fruity fragrance gently blew the curtains on the window sill. The dusk was hazy, and you lay down and dozed off for a while. It was so comfortable that you almost decided to live your life like this. I really hope that one day I can write the love words that have been brewing in my diary for a whole summer into a love letter and send it to you. I can tell you all those little feelings that were not expressive, insincere, and roundabout. I really like the sky around the summer evening. The clouds in the evening are ever-changing. I go out for a walk with three or five friends, watching the stars and moon gradually emerging, walking on the street and chatting about past stories. I really want time to stop at that moment. My life is too boring. I want to eat lots of iced watermelons and cold drinks. I want to be the girl you like. I want to say I like you through the summer wind. Camisole dress, sunny beach and big blue sea, watermelon air-conditioned ice cream, orange soda at dusk and sunset. The summer wind blows quietly, tickling the tip of your heart. You always look at the young man inadvertently, and always say hello to him shyly, handing him water. The summer wind blows gently, tickling your heartstrings. If only I could eat a bowl of rice in a hurry on a summer evening, put on a beautiful dress, and then go see someone I like. Walking with him in a quiet alley or in a busy night market, even the evening breeze must be extremely gentle at that time. I like summer, its passion, brilliance, and fresh vitality. It is the most hysterical season of the year. It is restrained and tense. I want to apply to be your summer.
Even if there is a strong wind, never give up in life
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Ahhhhhh, I really want to eat snail noodles. The epidemic here in Dalian is severe and all businesses are closed.
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Still remember the moment we first met when we were young The romance, flowers, snow and moon are not as good as hers The light shines brightly through the broken window grilles Silhouette of concern with thoughts Copy memories to paint your eyes Put down the pen with a sigh The most beautiful years are as short as a pot of tea Time flies by in a blink of an eye I hope someone will listen to you when you play the piano I hope someone can talk about your concerns I hope we can meet by chance in the next life I would like to be your black hair I want to be the mud under your feet I want to be the rain that hides your tears Green plums cooked in wine, bamboo horses used as fences Trapped in the absurd dreams of youth Lying down late at night, listening to the glaciers and iron horses, but only afraid No one can stand the sunset with you I hope someone will listen to you when you play the piano I hope someone can talk about your concerns I hope we can meet by chance in the next life I would like to be your black hair I want to be the mud under your feet I want to be the rain that hides your tears The world of mortals is wasted and left behind Tears spread the wrinkles I can't remember the door to my home. You're still waiting. Wish to meet again folding fan Tsing Yi Goodbye Yangliu Yiyi I hope that I will live up to you once again in this life Want to find another world I would like to wait for you instead I would like to be a Bodhi in the palm of your hand
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I have changed it three times, and the system will change it for me again, and each review takes two days. The title of the book is determined by the editor. My original title is [Lin Yuan Xianyu retreats and embraces you]
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The book will probably end tomorrow. This book is not long. There will be some extra stories about the children of Aozuchi and his wife, mainly focusing on their daughter. Ji Ran, a hypocritical academic scumbag who is cruel and talkative, x Shen Tingyu, a real elf in the world 💕Please be careful when subscribing to the extras. If you don't like it, don't subscribe.
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When you come to the human world, you want to see the sun. The prosperity has disappeared, but there is still the sound of falling flowers in my heart. One flower after another, falling gently in the deserted mountains. Every cloud is missing, every moon is missing. I can go over the mountains if you want. If you want, I can keep the clay pot for the rest of my life. The vastness of mountains and seas and the romance of the universe are all stirring in my heart, pushing me forward. You are like an urn, containing infinite tenderness, while infinite forgetfulness shakes you like an urn. The dusk sky is better than a window, a lit lamp, and a wait under the lamp. If I would see you again, it would be years later. How I greet you, with tears, with silence. A person will meet two people in his life, one is amazing and the other is gentle. All in all, it's been a long time, but worth the wait. Sitting in the pavilion, I feel that the mountains and mountains are all coming together. Your eyes are like the Milky Way that never sets, and your breath is like the waves and the wind. This world should not make me so happy, but here you are. If you were fire, I would be coals. I want to comfort you like this, but I dare not. There must be gentleness, but not compromise. We must be quiet and unhurriedly strong. Watching the twilight bend down and pick up your back. If you can drink in your memories, the past can give you a hangover. The trees are here, the mountains are here, the earth is here, the years are here, and I am here, how do you want a better world? Be gentle with yourself, you are just a child of the universe, no different from plants or stars. After a big dream, I saw mountain flowers all over my eyes, like emeralds. I felt like seeing an old friend, and I was so happy. The snow-colored sunshine looked up at him and smiled. The mountains and rivers were as gentle as the first time they saw him. Everyone in the world is like a sky full of stars, but you are like a bright moon. Among the stars holding the moon, you are the only one who shines brightest.
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Twelve paintings for friends, twelve paintings for lovers. Twelve paintings for lovers and twelve paintings for family members. Twelve is the portrayal of the four seasons, and twelve is the epitome of life. Therefore, Twelve's name is Unforgettable. The note I give you is Eleven, because friends are a little bit different, lovers are a little bit different, lovers are a little bit different, and family members are a little bit different. Therefore, Eleven's name is regret, but old friends are also eleven paintings. Twelve paintings for friends and twelve paintings for lovers. Twelve paintings for lovers and twelve paintings for family. Twelve is a portrait of the four seasons, and twelve is the epitome of a lifetime. Therefore, the name of Twelve is unforgettable.
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In summer, there are plum-flavored sunsets, two or three beer-flavored stars, and a spoonful of strong wind, which wash away the girl's strawberry-flavored thoughts. I may have forgotten what I looked like as a teenager, but I always remember that summer, the noise of the people around me and the unbridled and swaggering wind. I can't Having that kind of summer again, and finally saying goodbye to my former self, I can't explain how I should explain my youth. I only know that in my youth, there were such a group of people, in the dormitory, in the canteen, in the playground, and in the classroom, and we had endless things to talk about. I am looking forward to the arrival of summer more and more, the alleys filled with the fragrance of flowers, the wind under the shade of trees, the fluttering skirts of girls and the green eyes. You ran towards me with a smile, and the summer evening breeze with sunshine and fruity fragrance gently blew the curtains on the window sill. The dusk was hazy, and you lay down and dozed off for a while. It was so comfortable that you almost decided to live your life like this. I really hope that one day I can write the love words that have been brewing in my diary for a whole summer into a love letter and send it to you. I can tell you all those little feelings that were not expressive, insincere, and roundabout. I really like the sky around the summer evening. The clouds in the evening are ever-changing. I go out for a walk with three or five friends, watching the stars and moon gradually emerging, walking on the street and chatting about past stories. I really want time to stop at that moment. My life is too boring. I want to eat lots of iced watermelons and cold drinks. I want to be the girl you like. I want to say I like you through the summer wind. Camisole dress, sunny beach and big blue sea, watermelon air-conditioned ice cream, orange soda at dusk and sunset. The summer wind blows quietly, tickling the tip of your heart. You always look at the young man inadvertently, and always say hello to him shyly, handing him water. The summer wind blows gently, tickling your heartstrings. If only I could eat a bowl of rice in a hurry on a summer evening, put on a beautiful dress, and then go see someone I like. Walking with him in a quiet alley or in a busy night market, even the evening breeze must be extremely gentle at that time. I like summer, its passion, brilliance, and fresh vitality. It is the most hysterical season of the year. It is restrained and tense. I want to apply to be your summer. What is summer like? Quiet streets in the early morning, Coke, bubbles coming out of Sprite, blue sky, friends talking and laughing, watermelon, popsicles, and you. On the first day of school, he was counting books on the podium, and the sun shone on him, clean and gentle. He gave me that look that I liked for years. "Is the sun shining brightly in summer, or is summer tainted by your light?" The gentle evening breeze and the evening sunset Watermelon to relieve summer heat and fizzy cola There is so much beauty in the world Don't be fooled by the darkness in front of you You have to believe that you are worthy of all the good things in the world. Summer is coming soon. You and I may not meet each other, but if we do, where would you say we should be? The mountains, rivers and rivers are bright and windy. You should be on the way to meet me. As long as it is you. The summer of the student party is called summer. It is a summer vacation that is so long that people lose their patience. They chase idol dramas with the sound of cicadas, eat watermelon in an air-conditioned room, make an appointment with the boy they like to study in the library, and then fall asleep on the table. I got up from the swimming pool and went home smelling like bleach. I guess I was eating salted edamame tonight. Time drags on as deep as the shadow of a tree. For adults, July and August can only be called "those days when the weather is very hot." In summer, there are plum-flavored sunsets, two or three beer-flavored stars, and a spoonful of strong wind, which wash away the girl's strawberry-flavored thoughts. I may have forgotten what I looked like as a teenager, but I always remember that summer, the noise of the people around me and the unbridled and swaggering wind. I can't Having that kind of summer again, and finally saying goodbye to my former self, I can't explain how I should explain my youth. I only know that in my youth, there were such a group of people, in the dormitory, in the canteen, in the playground, and in the classroom, and we had endless things to talk about. I am looking forward to the arrival of summer more and more, the alleys filled with the fragrance of flowers, the wind under the shade of trees, the fluttering skirts of girls and the green eyes. You ran towards me with a smile, and the summer evening breeze with sunshine and fruity fragrance gently blew the curtains on the window sill. The dusk was hazy, and you lay down and dozed off for a while. It was so comfortable that you almost decided to live your life like this. I really hope that one day I can write the love words that have been brewing in my diary for a whole summer into a love letter and send it to you. I can tell you all those little feelings that were not expressive, insincere, and roundabout. I really like the sky around the summer evening. The clouds in the evening are ever-changing. I go out for a walk with three or five friends, watching the stars and moon gradually emerging, walking on the street and chatting about past stories. I really want time to stop at that moment. My life is too boring. I want to eat lots of iced watermelons and cold drinks. I want to be the girl you like. I want to say I like you through the summer wind. Camisole dress, sunny beach and big blue sea, watermelon air-conditioned ice cream, orange soda at dusk and sunset. The summer wind blows quietly, tickling the tip of your heart. You always look at the young man inadvertently, and always say hello to him shyly, handing him water. The summer wind blows gently, tickling your heartstrings. If only I could eat a bowl of rice in a hurry on a summer evening, put on a beautiful dress, and then go see someone I like. Walking with him in a quiet alley or in a busy night market, even the evening breeze must be extremely gentle at that time. I like summer, its passion, brilliance, and fresh vitality. It is the most hysterical season of the year. It is restrained and tense. I want to apply to be your summer.
Even if there is a strong wind, never give up in life
🍃Chuchu🐧:2339469961 🍃Book Friends👗:542853030 🍃V Group private chat management 🍃If you have any questions, please click Management Yeye 🍃Welcome little cuties to join the group -- ✨Let's have a small discussion✨ 🍃Zha Chu has prepared two new books 🍃The first book is about a woman chasing a man and falling in love at first sight💘 🍃The second book is a childhood sweetheart, a secret love text 💞Which one do you like? Welcome to discuss 💞
Preview
Can't wait to share it with you Lin Jiache is the deputy CP of my next book
Ahhhhhh, I really want to eat snail noodles. The epidemic here in Dalian is severe and all businesses are closed.
book review
Still remember the moment we first met when we were young The romance, flowers, snow and moon are not as good as hers The light shines brightly through the broken window grilles Silhouette of concern with thoughts Copy memories to paint your eyes Put down the pen with a sigh The most beautiful years are as short as a pot of tea Time flies by in a blink of an eye I hope someone will listen to you when you play the piano I hope someone can talk about your concerns I hope we can meet by chance in the next life I would like to be your black hair I want to be the mud under your feet I want to be the rain that hides your tears Green plums cooked in wine, bamboo horses used as fences Trapped in the absurd dreams of youth Lying down late at night, listening to the glaciers and iron horses, but only afraid No one can stand the sunset with you I hope someone will listen to you when you play the piano I hope someone can talk about your concerns I hope we can meet by chance in the next life I would like to be your black hair I want to be the mud under your feet I want to be the rain that hides your tears The world of mortals is wasted and left behind Tears spread the wrinkles I can't remember the door to my home. You're still waiting. Wish to meet again folding fan Tsing Yi Goodbye Yangliu Yiyi I hope that I will live up to you once again in this life Want to find another world I would like to wait for you instead I would like to be a Bodhi in the palm of your hand
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I have changed it three times, and the system will change it for me again, and each review takes two days. The title of the book is determined by the editor. My original title is [Lin Yuan Xianyu retreats and embraces you]
About the extra
The book will probably end tomorrow. This book is not long. There will be some extra stories about the children of Aozuchi and his wife, mainly focusing on their daughter. Ji Ran, a hypocritical academic scumbag who is cruel and talkative, x Shen Tingyu, a real elf in the world 💕Please be careful when subscribing to the extras. If you don't like it, don't subscribe.
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