
The Black Boss's Confused Undercover Wife
by U
About This Novel
(The male protagonist: sinister, domineering, cold-blooded, and single-minded; the female protagonist: a funny doormat in the early stage, pretending to be cute and silly in the mid-term to climb up, and powerful and resolute in the later stage) * Yi Xier, making jokes with a baby face. He accidentally slipped and jumped into the sea, thinking that his life was about to end. Unexpectedly, he drifted into the Kinmen waters and was found and rescued by local fishermen. After her brain was flooded, the memories of Wang Xifeng, the virtual character written by Grandpa Cao, flooded into her mind, and Yi Xier suffered from schizophrenia in a gorgeous way. It's a pity that she has no father and mother, and she has to be abused. The devil boss forces her to go to the terrifying Flame Society regardless of her illness. But, who can tell her how he could find the emotion of being a father in himself? Is he also out of his mind? *Yu Wenbo is ruthless. The first time he saw those dazzling eyes, he was destined to know that this woman was his. The warmth on Yi Xi'er's body made his heart that had been in darkness for many years suddenly brighten up, so he decided that this woman could only stay by his side.
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Official(24)Scraped 26d ago
Messy
Hehe
Dr
I don't know if it looks good or not, I'll tell you after taking a look.
Is this guy similar to the guy from Ouran High School's public relations department?
This article is so cute... Laughing to death...
Messy
You should keep writing
Very good! Come on, author
Ouran Boys' High School, that should be okay. . . . . . . . .
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Community(0)
Official(24)Scraped 26d ago
Messy
Hehe
Dr
I don't know if it looks good or not, I'll tell you after taking a look.
Is this guy similar to the guy from Ouran High School's public relations department?
This article is so cute... Laughing to death...
Messy
You should keep writing
Very good! Come on, author
Ouran Boys' High School, that should be okay. . . . . . . . .









