During the day, he is a diligent urban cowboy, and at night, he is a senior believer who is addicted to Ba Zong's literature. Until one day when he stayed up too late one day, Lin Chuchu opened his eyes - well, this time he really entered the book.
And she even dressed up as the unlucky Miss Lin with the same name.
My mother died young, my stepmother is in charge, and my sister is a tenth-level tea expert. The original owner could obviously rely on her face to make a living, but someone added a "fat house happy potion" to her rice, and she swelled from a slim beauty to a two-hundred-pound "flower of wealth in the world." What's even more shocking is that her stepmother changed hands and gave her to Fu Hongyuan, the cold-faced king of hell in Beijing.
On the wedding night, Fu Hongyuan looked at the round and plump bride in front of him, raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully: "The Lin family... Sent a New Year painting doll?"
Lin Chuchu held up his waist and smiled: "Aren't you superficial? I have my own airbag, what's wrong!"
I thought that Lin Chuchu would try his best to seduce Fu Hongyuan, win his favor and consolidate his position as the hostess. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a mastermind who acted against Mr. Fu every day. She thought it was the Prince of Hell who was seeking death, but she didn't expect Mr. Fu to fall in love with her more and more, making her stepsister jump in anger.
In front of the press conference, my stepsister grabbed the reporter's microphone and asked, "Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu weighs more than 200 pounds. Can you carry her?"
Fu Hongyuan hugged Lin Chuchu's bucket-like python waist and replied domineeringly: "I don't mind your trouble. I exercise every day and I can't hold my wife. Are you doubting my ability?"
