"Oh, if it's mine, it's always mine. If it's not mine, it's still mine."
Her name was Rong Hua, the glorious Rong Hua. She was born to be held in the palm of her hand as a pearl. This was her mother's best wish for her. Unfortunately, God did not follow her wishes and she had to live outside with her nanny since she was a child. Perhaps it was God's will, but after a thousand twists and turns, she returned to that home, where there were beasts and beasts in painted skins. , There are wolves, tigers and leopards in sheep's clothing, and there are also monsters and monsters who laugh and feast, but none of them are human anyway. It's pitiful that she spent her whole life to repay those false feelings, but she ended up with nothing. Life would be worse than death, and her head would be separated. If she did it again, she would not owe them anything, but they would owe her something.
In this case, she would get back everything they owed her.
Well, even if it's not hers, she still has to get it.
Then let everyone who is indebted live a long life, and she, she just wants to be a quiet and beautiful woman with integrity, grace, high IQ and high EQ, a nanny A Rong, and a nanny making green tea cakes all her life. As for the rest, she doesn't care.
Then, she thought that she was enough and could live peacefully in the days when the tea-making snow started to boil and she was only one step away from death when she reached the pinnacle of life. However, she didn't know that a pervert had sprung up from that corner, with all kinds of schemes.
Swallow the lower abdomen with the last breath and wipe it clean.
I still don't know how to write an introduction. Anyway, it's just one sentence. This is a wonderful story about an ancient female pervert who was very moral.
