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Their beginning was without love. The man's face was perfect, so exquisite that it was dazzling, but the words he spoke were full of evil thoughts. His hand was slender and beautiful, but in her eyes, it was a giant web that couldn't be restrained, and she couldn't break free. "Well, this time, even if I get tired of it, I will keep you by my side. When I die in the future, I will hold you as my back-up!"

She has dignity and she does not give in, but her destiny can never be in her own hands. After a marriage, her right hand was almost disabled, and she could never touch the piano again in her life. After leaving Yu Zun, she lived an ignoble life, but another man was willing to accept all her unhappiness and was willing to be her other hand. ...

Her name is Fu Ran and his name is Ming Chengyou. Youran, you have an affair... Ming Sanshao said that their names matched so well, and if they didn't do anything to have an affair, it would be a waste of money.

[Published with the same name: "You Are So Sweet"] Everyone knows that Ji Yiheng has the best voice, which can interpret the innocence of a teenager, control the madness and evil of youth, and naturally even the stability of middle age is not a problem. He is the bright young man on campus, and he is also the voice star who will become a god in the future. ... One day, Shi Tian asked Ji Yiheng to answer a quick question according to the manuscript given by others: "Nao Gong, Nao Gong, we will always support you..." Ji Yiheng sat back in the chair, the cuffs of his white shirt rolled up slightly, holding the manuscript he would use later, his eyes were clear and cold, "Who is their husband? I am not!" Shi Tian shook the paper in his hand, "Answer it carefully, the loss of fans or the increase in fans will all depend on your mouth." The next question. "Great God, Great God, we are going to give you a monkey!" Ji Yiheng's eyes twitched, his handsome eyes slightly raised, the manuscript in his hand was rolled up and tapped gently in his palm, he stared at Shi Tian with a half-smile, "Okay, come on, let's see how many you can give birth to." The very sweet couple officially appeared, teasing you with their most beautiful voices. The "Childhood Plum and Sweet Sweetheart" series of articles is sweet and loving, and will capture your little heart. ----

Staying stationed, taking pictures, and confusing right and wrong, this is the young reporter Chu Tong. Decoded, chest-thumping, and confused, this is Professor Jian Chihuai. When gossip meets false seriousness, thunder from the sky collides with fire from the earth. However, the little reporter was still confused when she met her boss. She was so proud that she was showing off her teeth and claws. Little did she know that Jian Chihuai's words behind her back would firmly put her in the position she disliked the most. Is it worth a private photo of my husband in exchange for a chance to be on top? Value! Chu Tong grabbed the phone with one hand, hooked his finger on the button of his pants, and peeked inside, "Hubby, let's talk about it, let me see..." "Don't you have one yourself?" Stop being funny! "Are men and women the same?" "Yes," Jian Chihuai put down the book in his hand and looked at her seriously, "I really don't know what the difference is. Why don't you let me study it first?" Chu Tong suddenly had a black line on his face. How could she have forgotten that Professor Jian's favorite thing was to use his extremely high IQ to torture her into a scum every minute. ... The Jian family has countless good things, including money, wealth, power, and the appearance of men. In the eyes of outsiders, whose daughter can marry into the Jian family must have saved the galaxy in her previous life. For the Chu family, who live at the bottom of society, they only need two things to trap the Jian family: a dead daughter and a living daughter.

Song Xiangnian found that it was not easy to make a little money. As a receptionist, she got close to He Zhiyu, who suffered from severe mental illness, but was teased and driven away many times. After experiencing the bizarre incident of being thrown into a cemetery at night, Song Xiangnian couldn't bear it anymore... "Don't think that you are a big deal just because you have a few filthy riches!" She was furious, with contempt on her face. He Zhiyu's tone was cold, "As for you, you have nothing but good looks." She was about to retort when she saw He Zhiyu touching the cup next to him, "I think you can still bear it." "Don't even think about it, Shi Ke can't be killed." He moved the cup away, with a bank card underneath. Wait... Song Xiangnian feels like she can do it again! ......... Professional organizer VS stitch skills are amazing. The female protagonist is beautiful, and the male protagonist is more beautiful. The female protagonist can't dance, but the male protagonist can't dance, and her dance is astonishing. The female protagonist doesn't know how to embroider, but the male protagonist can embroider dead things into living things. Song Xiangnian's aura as the heroine was completely wiped out. She had to stand aside when encountering sexual harassment incidents when she went out. For He Zhiyu, Song Xiangnian was his blind stick. Wherever she pointed, he would go. From then on, the joy was her, the tears were her, and the rest of his life was her.

From heaven to hell, just because of you and me. Life is just a wandering, just to find the most suitable habitat. He hurt her to the core, and she stabbed him to the bone. Such a person squeezed into her life with such a strong attitude, and before she knew it, he was trapped in the mud. But he quit too easily, leaving without even a single word. Did he really want to leave her in a world without him and let her fend for herself? It's not like she doesn't have times when she's vulnerable, her strong-willed disguise is torn apart, and she needs more than others. In the darkness, she seemed to see him coming against the light, pushing away the heavy clouds and mist for her, and the hands that saved her from the endless darkness were holding hers tightly. When loving you has become a taboo, it is too easy to be emotional, and only I bear the blame.