
Return to 1998: Flirting with the Mysterious Boss by Mistake
by Su Ziqing
About This Novel
(It's not brainless, it's dark in the early stage, slightly sadistic, the CP is sweet, please be careful if you don't like it, don't spray) During a heavy fog, Shen Qiu returned to 1998. She wanted to die and wanted to go back to the past, but he always saved her by chance. She persuaded her mother to divorce and get rid of the vampire parasite. Outsiders didn't understand, but she only knew. When she was 16 years old, her family went through major changes and she was in debt. Her father forced her to drop out of school to support the family. Unable to bear the burden of her mother alone, she agreed. When she was 26 years old, she was discussing marriage, but her father forced her not to marry and asked her to treat her nephew as her own son. Still unable to bear the tears of her mother, she agreed again. When she was 42 years old, her father asked her to leave her mother. Her nephew, who was raised by himself, was afraid that she would divide the family property, so he also asked her to leave her mother. I wasted half my life and had nothing. Start your life again... The father confessed like crazy: "I was wrong, please forgive me, we are still a family, right?" Mother sobbed: "You are right." The nephew burst into tears: "Auntie, don't let me go, please." He held her hand and clasped his fingers together: "I will be with you through thick and thin in this life." Several years later, Qianfan has passed. He indeed fulfilled his promise, just like he once swore to the motherland: no regrets, loyalty, and loyalty to the death! --I Suo Late Autumn
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😹😹😹This is a new little cute girl, please support me.
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What a bunch of bastards, why don't they die?









