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As the old saying goes, marriage is the grave of love, and Lin Xiaoran successfully entered the grave before being killed on the street. Only when she entered did she realize that love and this living grave cannot be lived with love in hand.
Qu Lei felt that he was trapped in a strange circle. Before marriage, love, love, love, and after marriage, money, money, money, almost threw him directly into the eyes of money. He is just an old cow who has gone to the farmland. He has to work hard to get some grass, and in the end he has to bear the responsibility.
Even though God is trying to punish me, luckily I, Lin Xiaoran, have a thick skin, a big nerve, and a lot of nitrogen. What's wrong with being fucked by a mistress for no reason? !
So in the big forest in Xiaoran's mind, a group of grass and mud horses were running and roaring.
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[One sentence introduction]
Marriage is like a game. Everyone has the remote control. It doesn't matter who makes the first move. What's important is finding the move.
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