Yan Ling is a wandering soul who was adopted in the underworld. He spends every day with Po Meng, watching the scenery on the bridge and playing with ghosts under the bridge. He spends a thousand years peacefully.
Once the spiritual realm is opened, the flowers are enchanting, the "wife book" that has been saved for thousands of years is quickly squandered, and the fierce demand for debts comes to the door. The smile on the corner of Brother Zhang's mouth cannot be suppressed. Is there really only one choice left?
When he opened his eyes again, they were miserable bright red, with big happy words plastered all over the room like a nightmare. Yan Ling reached out and clenched his warm knuckles. A burst of warmth quickly passed through his heart. Before he could grasp it, the door creaked and a cute girl with a bright smile came in. Her eyebrows were gentle, but her fingertips wanted to press into the door frame.
"Zhang Jianan, no, sister, I really congratulate you."
The brain tingles, the woman's glance is cold and unfamiliar.
"Zhang Jianan, this is a good marriage. When you marry, you must take good care of Mr. Nan."
'Mr. Nan? '
The richest man in Haichao City, Nan Jingxing, even the original owner and his grandma lived in the suburbs had heard about it. He was a proud man with outstanding appearance and character. Now he has become a dying person. It turns out that I am here to "celebrate"~
She just got married. Looking at the man breathing calmly on the bed, Yan Ling raised his hand to support his chin, his eyes flashed, he came to the bedside, grabbed the man's chin, and looked around
'There's something going on here! Something is definitely wrong! '
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