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In the darkness, the man was covered in blood and could not hide his evil and handsome face, so she took this good-looking man home. He burned down the kitchen, forced her to be sent to the hospital to stop the bleeding, and kept banging on his wall. She learned the lesson of blood and tears: "Looks are unreliable, dear!" Two years later, he was firmly seated as the president of China Jundi. He was worth hundreds of billions of dollars. He was ruthless, cold-blooded, and decisive in killing. He carefully planned to make her fall into the cage of love. "Ling Mohan, you beast! I am your savior." Her little face was full of grief and anger. He narrowed his eyes, held her chin, and smiled. "I...!" She met his eyes, and all she could see in her eyes was his cold and evil face. He was very satisfied with the way she was confused by him, and his heart moved. The next day, her heart was filled with blood and tears, and she told herself for the last time: "Hey, she must not be addicted tomorrow." However... She made a wise decision to be a rich woman for the rest of her life! Small theater: Su Yue fiddled with her phone with a proud look on her face: "Hey, hey, Ling Mohan, if you dare to bully me again in the future, I will send this photo to the group." "What photo?" He raised his eyebrows. "Master Ling, do you still remember the floral apron you wore two years ago?" "Yeah." "You don't have anything to say?" Ling Mohan was silent. "Aren't you afraid that I'll let it out?" Su Yue refused to give up. "It doesn't matter, I also have many photos of you, all kinds of them." The voice was low and raised, and the ending was deliberately prolonged, with a hint of charm. Su Yue was so embarrassed that she hurriedly grabbed his phone and threw him down on the sofa. "If you actually take the initiative, then I won't be polite." When Su Yue finally struggled to get up, she secretly opened his phone. It is full of photos of her, some smiling, some shy, some in a daze, some sleeping, all kinds of things... Her face slowly turned red and she threw the phone back: "You pervert!"

In the dark sky, a white full moon slowly emerged from behind the clouds, spreading its bright light all over the earth. However, not long after, the black clouds gradually approached the full moon, slowly covering up its light, and the silver disk-shaped bright moon gradually turned into a crescent moon. As time went by, the crescent moon was slowly swallowed up by the ever-expanding black shadow. Finally, the entire moon was covered with a thin layer of black gauze, and the sky instantly fell into endless black. Gradually, the layer of black fog began to dissipate, and the covered full moon slowly revealed its face, with a cold appearance...

[The dark-hearted and cold-blooded regent vs. The salty or sweet little princess] (Shuang Jie, Shuang Wen) What to do if you are suddenly reborn? It's a trivial matter, pretending to be cute and hugging your thigh! What should I do if the sponsor dislikes me? It doesn't matter, just follow along shamelessly! So what if you marry far away for your country? Well... Is it too late to regret now? She originally thought that she would have nothing to worry about from now on just eating and waiting to die, but she never imagined that she would upgrade to fight monsters, torture scum and outsmart White Lotus! She always thought that he was her disaster, but to him, why not? She didn't understand until he was lying in front of her covered in blood and carefully took out a rough bracelet from his arms. It turned out that she had been secretly hidden in this man's heart. [Clip] One day, a cunning woman wanted to see her embarrassed, so she pulled a handsome man beside her. "Let's play a fun talk contest. Whoever can't say it will lose." "Yeah." "Guess where my heart is?" "The left side." "No, over there." The woman saw that the other party's handsome face was slightly red, and she felt secretly happy, so she urged, "It's your turn." The man stared at her face for a long time, and finally spoke slowly, "Blood is like clouds, and mountains and rivers are like paintings, but they are no match for a little cinnabar between your eyebrows." With a "swish" sound, her fair and beautiful little face turned red and felt faintly hot. "You lost." "No, that doesn't count!" "Tell me one more thing?" "Goodbye, goodbye, my heart can't bear it!" The woman covered her heart and begged for mercy.