[Widow literature^Remote rural background^Suspense but comedy style^Ancient earthy dog flavor^Evil and dark xp product]
[Possessive, wet and twisted male ghost attack x looks like a vase but actually has maximum combat power, a money-loving and glamorous young widower]
——Main Text——
Bai Que's wish can be summed up in one sentence: get promoted and make a fortune... Death to her husband.
But his husband did die.
If you have no money, you still have to spend a lot of energy to earn it. How easy it would be if your husband died.
——Find another one.
In response to this, Bai Que wiped tears with both hands at her husband's funeral and said helplessly: "All the onions are used up. I can't cry. When will the party end?"
Relative: "..."
I dare not cry sincerely (?
Did you agree that one day would be a hundred days of grace between husband and wife?
With the enlightenment and persuasion of his relatives and friends, Bai Que chose between burial and cremation... To become black.
Bai Que is full of confidence: "I have figured it out. Being immersed in sadness is not a long-term solution. People should look forward, pack up and go on a blind date in the city in a few days."
The relative glanced at her husband Yan Yihuai who had just passed away, "...?"
No, is this right?
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Everyone knows that Yan Yihuai's beautiful little husband Bai Que never touches the spring water, and he is rich and favored.
When encountering difficulties, Thirty-Six Strategies, it is better to run first.
Husband is dead?
It doesn't matter, he can run into the arms of another man.
The second son of the village chief's family, Yushu Linfeng, is handsome and unrestrained. He has been secretly in love with Bai Que for many years and finally gets married.
The two hit it off immediately, discussed the wedding date, and set a time.
But on the wedding day, the second son couldn't find his newly married beautiful young widow. He turned the entire village upside down, but when he logged into the wedding room to check——
Bai Que's mouth was covered by her dead husband Yan Yihuai and he was pressed down on the soft couch. The corners of his eyes were moist and there was a hint of redness, and his fingertips were trembling.
Yan Yihuai's breath hit his earlobe, and his sinister tone penetrated Bai Que's ear.
——"Honey, are you still running?"
——"Whose arms are you going to run into this time? Huh?"
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POV: After my death, my relatives and old bachelors in the village coveted to kiss my wife. I made them live in peace for the rest of their lives... My wife can only have me and love me for the rest of her life. It is impossible for my wife to find a partner. She can only have me!
From the perspective of the subject: After my husband died, there were endless paranormal phenomena in the village. Many people died. It's better to find another person to live with. But why are the ghosts always breaking the wall and unable to get out of the village? Hey! (Beat the door)
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*Reading Guide*
1. Dark and evil ideas, the author xxxxxxp exploded!
2. Refuse to dismantle and reverse the CP. You can express your opinions but refuse writing guidance.
3. If you can't stand it, don't read it. Just read it for your own pleasure.
Intention: Love even if you die! ! !