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With a contract, she became his housekeeper and had seven days of sadomasochism. On their wedding night, the truth came out. She was framed by his ex-girlfriend. Unfortunately, she had a miscarriage and left in despair. When she reappears in the Wandering Cloud as the top decision-maker, the spicy maid counterattack team faces the tyrant bodyguard defense team. See the moves. If you dare to touch me, will you try? She was as arrogant as he was at the beginning, raised his chin, and asked sadly: "Have you ever loved me?" He frowned, but calmly said: "I have... Loved me!..."

[Supernatural + Sweet Pet + Adorable Baby] The fortune teller said that I am destined to be evil and easily provoke evil spirits, so I am destined not to live long. He was really right. When I became an adult, I attracted a lot of evil spirits inexplicably. Strange things happened frequently and dangers surrounded me. Fortunately, a supremely noble and unparalleled divine king descended from the sky and took care of me, doted on me, and was obedient to me. He slayed demons for me, changed my fate against heaven, and condescended to stay in this world for me. I entrusted my body and mind to him, but who knew that he was using me as a sacrifice to resurrect his ex-wife? Bah, scumbag god! I was sad and angry, ready to pass it on to others. But he pursued me relentlessly and repeatedly ruined my marriage with others. I got angry, "God scumbag, I advise you to get away and don't let me look at you again!" He half-knelt in front of me, "I have been away for ten thousand years. My wife, I'm here to take you home to look after your baby!"

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\"God, she is just a small online editor, she just wants to invite him to the site... Little does she know that there is a function in the world called "Find people nearby", and she happened to be eating KFC across from his dining table and browsing the Internet... As the president, what kind of female blog do you write? The contract was signed, so why did you put out conditions to include her in the contract?

Several years later, the story finally came to an end. The dream is not a dream, the love is over. Before this life is over, the dreams I once had have been shattered. I picked up the pen again, hoping that this time I could finish writing quietly. . .