The Third Year After Time Travel (Female)

[It is not easy for the author to code, please support the genuine version. When Jiang Yinian opened her eyes, she was stunned. Because she knew nothing about the original owner's memory, she could only lie and claim that she had lost her memory. There was a handsome, cold and dignified husband named Shang Congcheng. According to other people, they got married a year and a half ago. She was the one who pursued the man so hard that she reluctantly agreed. After hearing more details, Jiang Yinian said: "Hey, it's so embarrassing to be so shameless and ignore someone." If you can't hold the sand, let it go. Jiang Yinian secretly cursed: Why don't sisters understand this simple truth? Although the reason is unknown, the original owner gave her a usable body, along with a bunch of property and a capable husband. Jiang Yinian thought, you can't spend other people's money sleeping with other people's men. So he responded to Shang Congcheng's requests but was polite and distant. Gradually, she discovered that the original owner did have good taste, and Shang Congcheng was indeed a good man who could only be found in a million. But he was forced to be trapped in her back house, and the people around him were not even the wife he had promised to grow old with. So Jiang Yinian decided to give Shang Congcheng a large sum of money and rare freedom. · The original owner's husband, Shang Congcheng, was outstanding in character, appearance, talents and abilities, and kept the house in order. It makes Jiang Yinian look like a dandy who is living on his laurels and waiting to die. Jiang Yinian said: "No, I want to start a career!" Shang Congcheng said: "You said this before you lost your memory, and your expression was exactly the same as now." Jiang Yinian only thought it was a coincidence, but then more and more such coincidences happened, and Jiang Yinian discovered that—— She has really lost her memory. This is the third year since she traveled through time. Boys Intention: If you never forget it, there will be a response