A dignified domestic surgeon with a knife, once traveled through time, she became a doormat whose father did not love her mother, and her husband even planned to drag her to sacrifice Bai Yueguang.
Dreaming!
Abandoned the scumbag and prepared to fly away!
Five years later, she transformed magnificently, became an expert in medicine and poisoning, and returned with her second treasure, with one purpose: to find her little treasure, and to take her third treasure away from the scumbag.
The left hand tortures the scumbag girl, and the right hand treats the scumbag man.
Dabao: "Mom, next time you see an ugly woman, stay away from her, otherwise you will get a needle eye!"
Erbao: "Ajing, Daddy Scumbag is suffering from a stubborn disease, self-defense syndrome, which is difficult to cure!"
Xiaobao: "Dad, if you can't take your mother back, where will your God of War face go?"
A certain prince directly gave the woman a princess hug and gave the three little ones a cold look: "Look, your mother doesn't mind!"
"No, I don't like it, please let go."
A certain prince coaxed in a low voice: "Be good, give me some face, okay?"
Reader comments
The writing is quite good, but the ending is too rushed and buries the good articles at the beginning. What a pity!
Good-looking, good-looking, great, great, great
[Smile][Smile] The smile of death represents what I want to say. I didn't expect that Sang Leng was the second prince and a bad one. Then what was the purpose of those things done before [awkward laugh][awkward laugh]
Finished reading on May 20, 2024 [smile] [smile] [smile]
The writing is quite good, but the ending is too rushed and buries the good articles at the beginning. What a pity!
Good-looking, good-looking, great, great, great
[Smile][Smile] The smile of death represents what I want to say. I didn't expect that Sang Leng was the second prince and a bad one. Then what was the purpose of those things done before [awkward laugh][awkward laugh]
Finished reading on May 20, 2024 [smile] [smile] [smile]
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