After the death of her wealthy husband Fu Jingchi, Jiang Yiran suddenly became the top richest woman in Jiangcheng's rich list. She was in agony every day and shed tears every day. Weeping and crying, under the gaze of everyone (with envy, jealousy and hatred), she inherited the huge inheritance from her rich husband. In order to solve her problem, the plastic sisters specially formed a game. I just had a glass of wine when a few lines of words flashed before my eyes:
[This woman is just waiting to make the headlines. The anti-pornography team is coming soon. The starlet she ordered is a minor. ]
[It's over, the female supporting role is about to start committing suicide. She is the top star in the future, and she will be picked out by fans and exploded online in the future. ]
During a family dinner, I accidentally knocked over the cup handed to me by a young girl:
[The female supporting role starts assisting again. ]
[Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a pitiful female supporting character, she must not know that the male protagonist is still alive. ]
[This Green Tea doesn't know that the male and female protagonists have swapped bodies, just waiting to be slapped in the face. ]
One day Jiang Yiran passed by a major intersection at random, and another line of words appeared:
[This female partner is so stupid. The little match seller is the real lost daughter of the Zhou family. She can't even catch the golden fingers that are offered to her. She deserves to be the female partner]
Fu Jingchi turned into a stray dog in an accident. What made her even more angry was that the weak and helpless wife who cuddled in his arms and cried at every turn actually carried three sandbags at a time in front of the little puppy and ran all over the place.
He watched her use his wallet to raise puppies, finance handsome boys, and invest in male celebrities who rely on their reputation. Seeing that the family fortune was about to be wiped out, he was angry.
Fu Jingchi: Is there anything more uncomfortable than people not dying and money gone? Oh, it wasn't him who spent it.
Intention: Love has its own will
