Qian Zhuoxiang thought she had picked up a treasure and brought it home, but she didn't expect it to be a big trouble. What should she do? In line with the righteousness of eliminating harm for the people, I thought about it, would it be cool to have a little wife?
Theater 1: "Xiao Liu'er, come and give me a hug, and I will earn you all the wealth in the world!" Qian Liu's eyes lit up.
Theater 2: "Xiao Liu'er, come and kiss me, I will settle the whole world and let you play!" Qian Liu's eyes brightened again.
Theater 3: "Xiao Liu'er, come to the Mandarin Duck Bath, and I will make Penglai Fairy Island your back garden to raise birds!" Qian Liu's eyes could not be brighter.
He is handsome, his identity is a mystery, a wealthy businessman? Demon Lord? Or the body of a fallen immortal? After thousands of years of ups and downs in the world, my heart only beats for her: Xiao Liu'er, I am willing to spend all my life's glory, even if the world despises you and the world reviles you; even if you are indifferent and strangled by rivers and lakes; even if you become an immortal and become a demon, and you are punished by thunder and karma, I only want you, with a smile as bright as a flower.
Dressed in purple clothes, he gradually lost his original starting point in every step of calculation: Liu'er, if I knew that I would reach this point, I would have chosen to forget my hatred. I regret it.
Qian Liuba pulled the little golden abacus and rolled her eyes: Hey, those two above, don't ruin the atmosphere, what I want is pampering!