"I have already calculated it with someone. This child must be born at eight o'clock tonight."
"Remember to go to the doctor to prescribe oxytocin when the time comes."
"If you delay the good time calculated by the master, I can't forgive you!"
After saying these words, the tall man turned around impatiently and opened the door and went out.
The mother, no, the mother, who was lying on the middle bed, lowered her head in shame as the patients and their families on the left and right beds looked at her in astonishment.
Twenty-five-year-old Zheng Wanchun spent nearly five years paying for that second of love at first sight. In his view, everything has a shelf life, let alone a disposable substitute?
Thirty-five-year-old Lu Haoze has all the bad qualities of a nouveau riche. In his world, everyone who approaches him is either for his money or for his company. He, Zheng Wuchun, is just an insignificant shadow. Who would have true feelings for a shadow?
Shodly made, no-brainer, nouveau riche attack
This article entered V on July 1, 2019
Seriously, this should be my first V-worthy story, even though it is an old story...
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