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Wang Mengran never believed in love at first sight. Until she traveled to the world of love and robbery, was hit by a supercar, and landed accurately on the moving mattress. She looked up and saw the man-- The white shirt is half open, blood is dripping from his forehead, and his eyebrows are as sharp as knives. He is handsome and dangerously aggressive. He stared at her face, his Adam's apple rolled, and his words suddenly stopped: "You..." Her heart skipped a beat. Damn, so handsome. But he is handsome, like a rose wrapped in thorns. The way he threw money away ("You don't think it's enough?"), The way he scolded her for "getting girls" ("vulgar and vulgar"), and the contempt in his eyes ("Don't try to cling to her") all said "not easy to mess with". "He may be your first love disaster." The patron saint reminded in his ear. Love disaster, right? She wanted to see what kind of flowers this thorny rose could bloom. She threw money at him with her backhand: "Apologise!" He roared angrily and wanted to call someone, but she grabbed the waist of his pants and wouldn't let him go: "I won't let go until I apologize!" The onlookers were afraid of offending the young master, and no one dared to help. Just when she was helpless, "This money belongs to me, and I will help you deal with these idiots." The leading masked man, with eyes like a lone wolf tempered by cold stars, walked straight towards her. He settled the difficulty: "You have the final say on how to deal with it." Who is this man? Why should he help her? The danger and tenderness in those eyes were like a bottomless whirlpool, making her inexplicably panicked. The patron saint whispered in his ear: "It's over, there seems to be more than one love disaster..." Wang Mengran touched the amulet around his neck and suddenly smiled. More than one? Then please line up!