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When Shi Ning met Jin Yan, he was embarrassed and poor. The superior man pulled her out of the mud, saved her body, and nourished her soul. He made her fall in love with him, but then abandoned her with his own hands. On the day of the reunion, he leaned in the car, his face obscured by the smoke, and he still had the carelessness to control the situation. "He is not a good person. Break up with him and come back to me." Shi Ning stroked his hair lightly and smiled lightly. "It doesn't matter whether you are nice or not. What matters is that you are young and fresh."

Qin Songyao has been married into the Bo family for three years, not for glory and wealth, but for true love. Once divorced, he became the laughing stock of the whole town. In the Civil Affairs Bureau, the couple faced each other for the last time. Bo Siyan remained indifferent: "Take the divorce compensation and disappear from now on. Don't think about remarrying." Qin Songyao put on her sunglasses, smiled slightly, and said on the spot: "Never remarry, whoever remarries is a dog!" Wouldn't it be nice to be a single rich woman with money and appearance? Later, she became successful in her career, attracted admirers from three miles away, and inherited a fortune worth hundreds of billions. One night, I suddenly received a phone call. "Qin Songyao." "Who?" "... Wang."

Cheng Mingyue has been a coward since she was a child, and every good thing she had was taken away by her cousins. Gradually, she summarized a set of laws. The things the sisters come to grab are all good things, and the ones they don't grab are all rubbish.

The life of exile was originally difficult, but it was probably because the bad god was gone. As soon as Song Xiang arrived at the grassroots level, her waist no longer hurt and her legs no longer ached. She gritted her teeth and reached the peak of her life. That's how life is... Ups and downs. The severe cold and decline of God is the real hammer! At the cocktail party, Yan Han held the wine glass, glanced at her whom he hadn't seen for many days, and sneered. "You still have lingering feelings for me, so you went straight to the cocktail party?" Song Xiang smiled deathly: "Mr. Yan, I don't seem to have invited you." Yan Han: "Are you out of your mind?" The host on the stage: "Let us welcome the new president of the group, Miss Song Xiang." Yan Han:? ? ?