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[Black-hearted green tea ceiling✚Multiple male protagonists✚The female protagonist only takes care of the kidneys but not the heart✚Extreme pulling✚Crematorium for all members chasing wives] Mine warning: the heroine is really a villain! No three views! Love is just a bargaining chip, so be careful if you are a moral party (you know what you know)! When she was six years old, her enemy stepped on her father's body, threw down 5,000 yuan to buy his life, and laughed wildly. Su Weirao bent down to pick up the bloody money and smiled the sweetest smile at the man who ruined her whole family. At that moment she realized: Conscience is the epitaph of the weak, and beauty is the passport of the strong. From then on, she took every step and hunted with precision. Breaking Bad's eyes turned red for her, and he just begged her to look back again; The Night Owl King made an exception for her, and his hands were stained with blood again; The military prince gave up all his wealth and was willing to be her stepping stone; The Buddhist disciple in Beijing circle stepped down from the altar and was willing to bow down and become her servant. … There are all kinds of men, but she doesn't touch any of them. Outsiders called her a playboy. But she stepped on the man's back, climbed to the pinnacle of power step by step, and looked down at all living beings with cold eyes: "Love me? Then obediently give your life to me." The end is coming and all the lies will collapse. The once arrogant dignitaries were now as humble as clay, shouting at her in despair with red eyes: "Su Weirao! Have you ever loved me?!" She smiled innocently and horribly, "I love you, of course I love you." "If I don't love you, how can I deceive you into ruining your fortune? How can I deceive you into eternal disaster?" Ha, sincerely? That's a luxury for the weak. She only wants power and money. Like? It is an epitaph for the dead. Bad women have no heart, they only want to win. In this round, everyone lost, but she got to the top.