Rong Jian lost all her memories from three years ago. Fortunately, when she opened her eyes, there was a breast dumpling accompanying her.
Naitanzi's father disappeared, leaving only an unknown tomb. Rong Jian held her forehead, gritted her teeth and insisted on raising the child by herself.
I thought that living alone with a baby would be a peaceful life, but the baby lacked father's love.
Rong Jian has no other choice. In ancient times, there was a wealthy lady who threw a hydrangea to attract her husband, but now she, Rong Jian, takes the ring to attract her father.
There were many handsome guys who came to recognize your son, but Rong Jian only lowered her head and asked Ping An's son in her arms: "Who do you want to be your father?"
"As long as it's not him, whoever can be the father will be fine!" Ping An Zai waved his hand and pointed directly at Song Mu, who was grinning so hard that he was gritting his teeth in the crowd.
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Song Mu was born with everything, a century-old family background, and extraordinary intelligence and talent.
His life has been smooth and even boring. He originally thought that his marriage would be extremely boring, so he married a noble girl who was as beautiful as a flower, obedient and took care of the house and spent the rest of his life.
Unexpectedly, this noble lady appeared to be submissive, but in reality she was specifically fighting against him. She was truly his mortal enemy in his life.
When he treated her coldly, she insisted on acting like he was raising eyebrows in front of everyone.
When he couldn't help but fall in love with her, she insisted on making him restrain himself and unable to get closer to her.
But fortunately, he was able to get by, so Song Mu comforted himself. In the blink of an eye, he saw the enemy he loved and hated setting up a ring to recruit his son to his father.
Song Mu gritted his teeth: "Ajian, we haven't reconciled yet."
Rong Jian: "Brother, who are you?"
Intention: to stand firm despite the storm
