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Cute Little Sweet Wife: I'm so Happy to Have You
Modern Romance呆萌小甜妻:有你真欢喜
Orange An'an
She and he had known each other since childhood, but their lives had nothing in common. After a night of spring dreams, photos of the two of them in bed were everywhere. Mengmeng is panicked, does she have the superpower to turn dreams into reality? But it turns out that he is the one with superpowers. Mengmeng: "What do you like about me? Can't I change it?" Shen Shaoqian: "I like you like a fool." Mengmeng: "..." Shen Shaoqian: "Mengmeng, there will never be anyone like you in this world. You like sleeping and eating so much. You are content with what you have. You have no goals and live like a little pig. How wonderful. I just like you who are so simple." Mengmeng: "..." Emmm, she just wants to strangle this man to death.
She and he had known each other since childhood, but their lives had nothing in common. After a night of spring dreams, photos of the two of them in bed were everywhere. Mengmeng is panicked, does she have the superpower to turn dreams into reality? But it turns out that he is the one with superpowers. Mengmeng: "What do you like about me? Can't I change it?" Shen Shaoqian: "I like you like a fool." Mengmeng: "..." Shen Shaoqian: "Mengmeng, there will never be anyone like you in this world. You like sleeping and eating so much. You are content with what you have. You have no goals and live like a little pig. How wonderful. I just like you who are so simple." Mengmeng: "..." Emmm, she just wants to strangle this man to death.

Mr. Fu, Madam Has Blocked You Again!
Modern Romance傅爷,夫人又把你拉黑了!
Orange An'an
Five years ago, Yunxi was plotted by her fiancé, imprisoned and tortured, and a child was robbed by a strange woman. Five years later, she returned from nirvana, fighting against scumbag men and bitches, and by the way, she married her own nemesis in a flash marriage. Yunxi went there solely for the purpose of being a widow, but after waiting and waiting, why didn't her husband cover her? A certain man looked at the woman whose thoughts were written all over her face, blushing and arguing. "Madam, am I not more useful alive than dead?"
Five years ago, Yunxi was plotted by her fiancé, imprisoned and tortured, and a child was robbed by a strange woman. Five years later, she returned from nirvana, fighting against scumbag men and bitches, and by the way, she married her own nemesis in a flash marriage. Yunxi went there solely for the purpose of being a widow, but after waiting and waiting, why didn't her husband cover her? A certain man looked at the woman whose thoughts were written all over her face, blushing and arguing. "Madam, am I not more useful alive than dead?"

I Will Be Your Daughter in the Next Life
Short Fiction下辈子还做您的女儿
Orange An'an
Written to my father who is far away in heaven. I remember that when my father was ill during his lifetime, he often talked about how he wanted to write about his life. He raised five daughters and valued love and justice throughout his life. In the eyes of his grandparents, he was the most respectful and filial son; in the eyes of my mother, he was the most responsible husband in the world; in my eyes, he was the most loving father; in the eyes of his students, he was the most strict and kind mentor. I wrote about him because for a long time, I couldn't talk about missing him, so I could only write about him like this. . .
Written to my father who is far away in heaven. I remember that when my father was ill during his lifetime, he often talked about how he wanted to write about his life. He raised five daughters and valued love and justice throughout his life. In the eyes of his grandparents, he was the most respectful and filial son; in the eyes of my mother, he was the most responsible husband in the world; in my eyes, he was the most loving father; in the eyes of his students, he was the most strict and kind mentor. I wrote about him because for a long time, I couldn't talk about missing him, so I could only write about him like this. . .