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Gu Zhian is a money-worshiping girl. She is noble and beautiful. With her superior appearance, she got into the lap of the boss of the Fu family in Beijing and became a competent little girl. She spends money every day on buying and selling.
The man is in his forties, mature, handsome and stable, but he is a pervert. He likes to be walked in the back door. He often pinches her ankles and kisses her, kneels on the ground like a dog, and speaks dumbly.
"Zhian... Please, please love me."
Gu Zhian only chuckled and lightly kicked him in the chest.
As a result, within a few years, he was seriously ill and was about to die. Gu Zhian looked at the man's sick face in front of his hospital bed, thinking about the glory and wealth he was about to lose, and couldn't see his expression clearly.
The man was wearing a ventilator and struggled to speak, but he murmured, "Zhi'an... Zhi'an, what will you do without me... Who will give you money to spend..."
Anyway, it can't be you, a dead ghost.
Gu Zhian twitched the corners of his lips.
Mr. Fu has a son who studied abroad and came back during the funeral.
It was raining that day. She was wearing a black dress and looked down at the tombstone. She didn't know whether it was tears or rain on her face. A young man with a face similar to a man held an umbrella for her, lowered his head and wiped the rain off her face with his fingertips.
He said, "My father died and entrusted you to me."
Then he lowered his head and took the tip of her ear in his mouth, licking it gently with his tongue.
But his face still looked ascetic and indifferent.
Oh, after the dead old ghost comes a dead kid.
Gu Zhian lazily raised his eyes and showed a charming smile to his stepson at her husband's funeral. She exhaled like blue and curled her fingertips around his chest.
The stepmother and stepson, who had no regard for human relations, put their arms around each other and seduced each other during the funeral.
As a result, both father and son were equally despicable, with serious faces. They secretly liked to treat her like a dog, and they also liked to pinch her ankles and kiss her while gasping, with their lips touching each other gently, murmuring their love and affection.
But this damn brat is different.
He will ask, do you still love my father?
Like me more?
How do I compare with him?
Gu Zhian just kicked him in annoyance.
Who has ever loved his damn dad? I only love money in my life, and I love anyone who spends money on me.
She thought so, looking lazy.
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1. For a money-loving heroine, money ranks first, dead ghosts second, and brats third.
2. The stepson can never compete with Bai Yueguang's dead father in his life. He is jealous of his mother every day and works harder to be his mother's puppy in an attempt to surpass his father.
3. In the early stage, I talked with the old man, and in the later stage, I talked with the stepson. They were all GB. They were very virtuous and knew how to serve the heroine and praised their masculine virtues.
4. The woman is not a man. The male protagonist's father was born through in vitro fertilization, so the father is clean! My son is also clean! A father and a son who are very virtuous. Thank you for your virility again.
5. The damn old man is not old. He is an old man in his forties who still retains his charm. He is anxious about his appearance and works hard to maintain his fitness every day. The old man is much more energetic than his son. Once again, he praises the virtue of men.
6. Late night imagination, the heroine's love is very inferior, just like the title of the novel, don't scold my heroine.
7. I am crazy about writing. I am actually a very crazy and crazy person in writing. When I wrote this book, I wanted to write about sick feelings, which is similar to the kind of gentle fire, or even more crazy than that one (scratching my head)
Intention: xp