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This article is an early self-released work. No, no, no, I don't recommend buying it [it will hurt your eyes]. There is also a final article: "Mr. Fu's Crematorium for Chasing His Wife" has good quality and reputation, and can be eaten with confidence. Copywriting of this article: Jiang Congyu went out of school and picked up a cheap husband. And with the script in hand, she knew that her husband was going to die soon. Ever since, she was worried because she was not good at math. As the widow of the richest man in Liancheng, how much inheritance can she get? Jiang Congyu dreams about getting a lunch box from his boss husband and dividing the family property. However, one day the boss's husband held the most poisonous woman in his arms, with a smile on his heroic brow: I am tough. If you want family property, you must make me fall in love with you. —————————————————————— "Mr. Fu's Crematorium for Chasing His Wife" Copywriting: 1. The Fu family hosted a banquet and celebrities from Jiangcheng gathered. The children were playing in the garden. Lin Enxiao lost the game and had to run to Fu Xun who was reading under the tree and said loudly: Brother Xun, I want to marry you when I grow up. The 17-year-old boy had thick eyebrows and a clean, cold white shirt. He lazily said, "Kid, let's go and play." Lin Enxiao had a dream that night. The beautiful brother under the tree had wings on his back, and he flew into the sky as an angel. #From then on, Lin Enxiao only saw Fu Xun's angelic appearance, but did not recognize his devilish coldness. # # Later, my secret love came true due to my family background, and I thought my merits were complete, but I didn't know that this was just the beginning. # 2. After getting married, Ren Fu Xun was indifferent, and Lin Enyou only relied on her ten years of secretly falling in love with him to support this widowed marriage until that day. "President Fu is busy all day long, my little wife won't make trouble?" The man flicked the cigarette ashes on his fingertips, and a thin wisp of smoke slid across the cold suit. He smiled lightly and said, "Everyone gets what he needs. What she needs is nothing but status. I need a woman." In the study room, men were joking and Lin Enxiao cried softly in the corner. That day she wiped away her tears, took off her plain dress to look mature and meek, curled up her long pure black hair, put on bright-colored lipstick, stepped as high as the sky, walked to Fu Xun's desk, threw down a piece of paper and said, "Mr. Fu, please sign." * Seeing Fu Xun becoming increasingly haggard, a friend jokingly asked, "Have you not had enough trouble, little wife?" Fu Xun's brows were gloomy, and he loosened his tie with his fingers, "Shut up." Not long after, President Fu, who had visited his house three times without entering the house, and who made the company his home and whose desk was his biological son, neglected the official duties of his money empire to observe what new trends a certain popular female host had today. Small theater: "As long as I am beautiful and sassy, the next one will be even better." "I can." "You can't." Fu Xun smashed down his cell phone and arrested the person offline, "Xiao Xiao, be good, come home with me. Didn't you like me for 10 years? How can you change just because you say it will?" "I'm tired. I don't want to be good. I want to find someone who is good." Later, President Fu took off his black suit and wore only a white shirt in the cold weather. He looked just like he did when he was 17 years old. He trapped Lin Enxiao under a tree, their breaths entangled with each other, and his eyes were burning, "Call Brother Xun again." Intention: Life is not easy, but do it and cherish it.