A certain man smiled evilly and took off his clothes: "Can't you see through? It doesn't matter. Go back to the room and let you see from head to toe!" Once in time, Rong Qian, a beautician of a generation, became a little widow with two small glutinous rice dumplings after her husband died. The house is bare and the hut is crumbling, but there is no firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea? Looking at the pitiful eyes of the two little cute babies, Rong Qian gritted his teeth and admitted. Isn't it just farming and raising children? Who can't do that? She can handle a sickle, carry a hoe, beat gangsters, fight against the best, and even negotiate business. But this mother is obviously forty but she acts like an old woman? It doesn't matter, she has a pair of skillful hands that can make you twenty years younger in minutes. The best neighbor becomes jealous and seeks wealth and death? It doesn't matter, I'll tell you every trick and I'll make sure you end up in jail. With a gentle and amiable old mother, smart and well-behaved children, and no great relatives coming to disturb her, Rong Qian's little life was prosperous. But now... What's going on with this one, two, or three top guys popping up from that corner, claiming to be her ghost husband? When did she become a hot commodity without even knowing it? Well, the free labor that I brought to my door is not wasted...
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It's okay, but it's just too little. Come on, the author, I'll fix a few minor issues and try to make it as perfect as possible.
It's okay, but it's just too little. Come on, the author, I'll fix a few minor issues and try to make it as perfect as possible.