Dimple

After my husband became the top scholar in high school, he brought home a girl. He favored her and loved her, saying that he wanted to repay his kindness. At first, Qiao Qianyun only thought that she was his first wife and they should be of the same mind. But later, he taught her to be wronged again and again. He said, "Qianqian has suffered a lot these years, you should let her go." Qiao Qianyun looked at him, feeling strange. That's all, let's give in. She also gave in to him. Later, it rained on the long street. She was getting married to the chief minister of the dynasty, but she met a man coming on horseback. He knelt down and broke the threshold, regretting his mistake. "Qian Yun, please come back." Qiao Qianyun leaned lightly on the chief minister's arms: "Sir, look at this..." The man beside her hugged her to avoid her, and the stern look in his eyes turned into gentleness. "I'm already a pregnant woman, please slow down."