Cannon Fodder Beauty, but the God of Rollback Games!

[Sweet Pet in the Harem | Got the Heartthrob Script after Traveling | Two Powers Taming Each Other | HE] End of text Gold medal planner Gu Jin woke up, Entering the palace fighting game she designed herself. Bad news: I got a script about a cannon fodder concubine who is charming, beautiful and from a prominent family. It went offline as soon as it went online, and she couldn't even survive the first three minutes. Gu Jin, holding the source code of the game: Chess piece? I? Are you sure? ? It doesn't matter whether you are a powerful princess who wants to be queen, a beloved concubine who has been in a stable position for many years, or a queen mother of two palaces who wants to interfere in her son's marriage. So what if she is just a little showgirl now? "Please, I am the creator of this game! If you don't want to return to reality, a line of code will reset all of you in minutes." She made a delete gesture. "Not even a backup." Gu Jin easily controls every variable, every plot, and every battle. Just waiting to clear the game and return to the real world. But wait... What about treating her as a thorn in his flesh? How could these sworn enemies who were at odds with her kiss each other one after another? ! ! ! She remembers that she didn't get the heartthrob script, right? * As everyone knows, goodwill is hard to come by in this harem—— Sincerely too And she is bright, sharp, and yet sharp It seems that the closer you are to her, the farther away you are from the dark palace Falling in love with each other day by day seems to have become a matter of course. Therefore, when His Majesty the Emperor, who was increasingly fond of chess pieces, stepped into Gu Jin Palace one day and was about to invite her to go boating on the lake, he was shocked to discover: The noble concubine with eyes above her head: Your Majesty, the flowers are blooming just right today, why don't I go to the garden with you? The gorgeous Ying Jieyu: No, no, no, no, no, no, Jiangnan Weaving Department has sent a new batch of brocade, which perfectly complements the queen's peerless appearance. You'd better accompany me to see it first! Miaomei, who was grabbing her veil anxiously at the side: Damn it! It was obviously me who came first!!! And she was reclining under the shadow of the apricot blossoms, surrounded by beauties like clouds. Some were smiling and fluttering at butterflies not far away, some were offering her wine and grapes in a coquettish voice, and some were jokingly telling her jokes; Even his arrogant cousin, who always had a high level of arrogance, was sitting timidly, playing the piano for her? ? ? Xiao Linchuan:? No? ? Who is the emperor? She is the emperor and I am the emperor? ! Stop it! Don't you have your own CP? At that time, he never thought about One day, I will be humble enough to bend down and pray softly in her ear. Don't go Your favorite sunset flower is about to bloom I beg you, don't leave #After wearing the game, I got the heartthrob script #Do you know what it means to be a real winner in life? #Yourqueenfine, concubinesmine Food guide: 1. In the early stage, the script is set to fight the palace normally, and in the later stage, the protagonist wakes up and doubles C; 2. The main heroine's growth plot has objective hardships; [Advance collection-Shuangqiang's sweet cookies] "Broken Circle" The first encounter was a fall carefully designed by fate Paris. The night is as dark as ink, and the stone road after the rain reflects the blurred neon light. Cheng Anning was sitting alone on a high chair in the corner, with the amber liquid in her sixth glass. The lights in the bar were charming and ambiguous, like a carefully woven net, and she was the butterfly that strayed in, her wings already soaked with tears and alcohol. The betrayal of her fiancé and the collapse of her career crushed the aura she was once proud of into dust. At this moment, she just wanted to let alcohol numb every painful nerve, and let herself sink and disappear completely in this foreign country. "One more drink." She was extremely drunk, with wet tears hanging on her eyelashes. Such abjection and fragility made her the perfect prey in the eyes of nocturnal creatures. A few pairs of malicious eyes were already staring in the dark, exchanging tacit glances, as if they were discussing how to share the "delicious meal" they were about to receive. "Hey, beauty, alone?" The greasy French words came to her with dangerous intentions. "My girlfriend is having a tantrum." The voice was wrapped in a careless smile, but it was half possessive and half threatening. Cheng Anning turned around drunkenly, and her eyes met the chest wrapped in a black velvet vest. She raised her eyes dazedly and saw only a well-defined jawline. The Chinese waiter was holding the bar with one hand, calmly standing between her and the darkness. Shadows shrouded her, and she was enveloped in a smell of tobacco and sandalwood, dangerous yet inexplicably reassuring. "Would you like to buy her a drink?" His French was fluent, but with an undeniable coldness, like a steel knife wrapped in velvet. When the laughing figures disappeared at the door of the bar, the man lowered his eyes and watched her struggling to take out her credit card to thank her. He suddenly sneered, and the laughter contained a bit of helplessness and a bit of sarcasm. "What if I'm the bad guy?" He leaned forward, his warm breath brushed her earlobe, and his voice was so low that only she could hear, "——What do you want to repay, baby?" The second reunion is inevitable by chance Shanghai. The financial center was brightly lit, and Cheng Anning attended the wine bureau as a merger and acquisition consultant. She was able to face the banquets of the "big guys" with ease. The wine glass in her hand was almost never empty, but she always remained sober. Until a greasy finger "inadvertently" scratched the back of her hand. The touch was like a slug crawling across, making her tense up instantly. She frowned and endured, retreating slightly, but she heard a lazy but familiar voice ringing in her ears. "Introduction, this is my girlfriend." The whole house was quiet. Cheng Anning turned her head and saw a slender figure walking out of the shadows. The face overlapped with the outline under the dim lights of Paris at night, but it was so clear at the moment that her heartbeat accelerated. "Are you a waiter addicted to pretending to be a boss?" She lowered her voice, a little nervous and a little worried, "Anyone here can make you pack up and get out of Shanghai immediately." "Really?" Mr. Liu, who had been smiling just now, suddenly turned pale: "Mr. Wen... Wen?" Intention: Believe in yourself, believe in love