The Sand Sculpture Attacker Thought He Was Taking Something by Force

My brain was just damaged, so I went to the crematorium (fake) in the afternoon. My wife asked me to get up and I said wow, it's so cool here and I feel comfortable. Can you help me cover the urn? Well behaved. Jpg The follow-up to Wengudan's preview of "Sword Spirit, What Sword Spirit?" Calling WifePlease collect~ Copywriting of this article·serious version: [Warm reminder: Seizing the body is purely a work of fiction, and no one has been abused in this book] Shabby love brain attack×cold beauty suffers Pei Che and He Chaojue (Zhao Jue) are a rare match made in heaven among business marriages. They have always had a happy and enviable relationship. Until a car accident, He Chaojue broke his head. Pei Che gradually discovered that something was wrong with the originally gentle and steady Lao Gong—— Sometimes he is so caring that he wants to put Pei Che on the bed to rest; Sometimes he secretly looks at Pei Che's belly, with a complicated expression, as if full of guilt; Sometimes he dodges, as if he is afraid that Pei Che won't want to see him; He even quietly transferred his assets to Pei Che's name. One morning at a cocktail party, Pei Che woke up from the hotel bed rubbing his waist and found that Lao Gong, who was drunk the night before, had actually run away? He clutched the divorce agreement left by his lover and chased it home—— The lights suddenly turned on in the dark living room, and the haggard He Chaojue jumped up on the sofa. His eyes were tense and regretful, and his voice was dry and pitiful: "Pei Che, I regret it. "It sounds incredible, but the person who hurt you is dead. "I'm not him, can you... Can you give me a chance?" Pei Che:? ? ? * Three years after his death, He Chaojue woke up in the hospital bed with a bunch of memories of robbing others and abusing his body and mind. As a ruthless CEO who only focused on his work, he did not hesitate at all and completely distanced himself from those memories. In the hospital, He Chaojue had gauze on his head and a sling bottle in his head. He was walking swiftly and ready to be discharged. Behind him were his subordinates who were pushing an IV stand and handing out documents. As a result, he was blocked by the "victim". The young man is pale and cold, like a crumpled snow mountain rose. The moment his eyes turned coldly, He Chaojue heard his heart beating loudly. Damn, damn, isn't this the Bai Yueguang he has always cared about! (It's bad to attack the brain! It's bad to attack the brain! It's bad to attack the brain! Say important things three times. In short, he remembers that he loves his wife very much) -------- Small theater: Did Mr. He tear up the scum attack script today? #No, he bought a house in the crematorium :) ================ Advance copy copy =============== The next volume opens "Sword Spirit What Sword Spirit?" Call Wife It's easy to be cool, the sword spirit's wife escapes and turns into a mortal enemy, attacking the wrong person (sword?) #Damn, I recognized at a glance that it was my wife on his waist! In the early stage, the indifferent and poisonous tongue self-strategy, love brain devil attack × unrestrained and uninhibited, running the train with a mouth, the peerless beauty swordsman Xiu Shou Unexpectedly, Uncle Yan, the junior master of Jianfeng, woke up from his sleep and found his consciousness trapped in a sword. The owner of the sword is young, has a bad temper, and is like a wolf cub. He even has to be wary of the sword that he depends on for life, and he thinks he is noisy. The road to death is long, so why should Yan pick up the name of his natal sword and get close to it: just call me Qinghan. Wolf Cub: You might as well call it fun. Yan Qiming:... He strives for treatment for himself: The sword is the foundation of your sword practice. I... Well, the previous owner said that he should treat the sword as his wife. Wolf Cub: I am a demon cultivator, you have no previous master, wife... The wolf cub smiled contemptuously: What is a wife? Yan Qiming:... The wolf cub cannot get enough oil and salt. But later, Yan Jiming discovered that he would care for her quietly at night with an expressionless face, he would break into the immortal gate at night to read all the classics for a crack, and he would scream like an abandoned lone wolf when his sword was broken and his soul was scattered. When the immortals and demons formed an alliance, Yan Qiming, who had returned to his original form, was ridiculed for breaking his natal sword. The man didn't even jump twice before being pinned to death by the new Demon Lord. On the high platform, Demon Lord turned to look at the broken sword at Yan Qiming's waist, his familiar eyes filled with darkness. * Xi Xinghe wandered around when he was young, and saw many vendettas, betrayals, and conflicts of interest. His life experience was exposed, and all parties were like hyenas who had smelled it. He initially thought that Qinghan was the same. But he saved him, protected him, helped him teach him, and always said some... Strange things. When he saw Qinghan again, his sword was in tatters and was being ridiculed. Qinghan's owner casually hung him around his waist, indifferently. Why treat a sword like a wife? Looking at the indifferent face of Jianfeng's junior uncle, it seemed as if Xinghe was full of anger. That bullshit former owner, kill him immediately and get his wife back! ---------- Purpose: Persevere in struggle, break misunderstandings, and gain happiness and growth with sincerity and understanding.