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 Across the corridor, Song Juhan glanced at the messy doorway, rolled his eyes, panted against the wall, and cursed something in his mouth.
 Why take off his coat and put on his head: "I won't let them approach you, just follow me with your head down."
 "I'm just drinking, not a thief." Song Juhan wanted to pull his clothes off.
 "The image you are being photographed is not very good now." Why grab his coat to keep him from pulling down, and stare at Song Juhan quietly, "obediently, I'll take you out and get in the car and be fine. Song Juhan's external image is a mixed-race gentleman with a bit of evil charm. He has always shown himself as a prince. Although this kind of messy drinking is unusual, Song Juhan's father hates sudden situations. An accident, Komatsu May lose their jobs.
 Song Juhan has nothing to care about in his life, but his love for music is from the depths of his soul, so even such a wayward person is very self-disciplined to protect his throat. He usually only drinks one at most. Two glasses of red wine rarely drink so much, and the amount of wine is not very good. If it is awake, he can cope with such a small scene by himself, but now why he must protect him.
 Why did Song Juhan look into the dark, dark eyes, the calmness that only belonged to mature males, gradually calmed his impetuous heart, and nodded gently.
 Why cover his face with a cloth swing, warm hands held Song Juhan's hand, the other hand wrapped around his shoulder, surrounded by Komatsu and the staff, came out of the door.
 Bursting screams blasted around them.
 Why frown deeply, I feel that the eardrums have to be penetrated. He has seen the madness of these little girls many times, because he has been to many concerts by Song Juhan, but this is the first time. Those seem to be physical. His fanaticism is heading towards him. He feels that his body is constantly being pushed, crowded, and pulled. He has the illusion that these ordinary and weak girls will be devoured.
 "Song Juhan, Song Juhan, I love you-yeah-"
 Suddenly, a dark thing smashed over. When it came back that it was a piece of equipment, he was too late to evade. He groaned and felt a pain in the corner of his eyebrow. His right eye suddenly became **** and his vision became blurred. .
 "Why brother ?!" Komatsu exclaimed.
 Song Juhan, who had always bowed his head and walked silently, stayed. He wanted to lift his clothes the next second. Why did he hold his head with one arm and had great strength? The hand holding Song Juhan suddenly tightened. Sweating: "It's okay, it's almost time to get on the car."
 Song Juhan was annoyed: "What's the matter with you ?!"
 "It's okay." Why is his voice very deep and stable. In this unusually noisy environment composed of fan screams and bodyguards' roar, this voice flows into Song Juhan's heart like a clear stream. .
 Komatsu opened the door of the nanny's car, why did Song Juhan plug in, and he sat in.
 As soon as the door was closed, those frenzied voices were immediately isolated, and the tense heartstrings of the three finally relaxed.
 Song Juhan pulled away his clothes and looked at the corner of his eyebrow that was smashed. His face suddenly changed: "Fuck, what a fool!"
 Why dragged a piece of paper to wipe, Song Juhan snatched it, carefully wiped the blood along the lower edge of the wound: "Open your eyes, blood flows in."
 Why is it so uncomfortable to keep it open? The eyelashes kept shaking, Song Juhan opened his eyelids with his fingers and took a tissue to gently draw blood from his eyes. Why did he feel that his right eye had recovered his vision.
 Komatsu started the car, and Song Ju said coldly, "No driving."
 Neither of them had responded yet, but Song Juhan suddenly opened the door. Why was it too late to stop it? The crazy tide was coming again and it was a headache.
 Song Juhan's eyes crossed the crazy fans. In such a chaotic scene, he calmed down like a bystander. At last, his eyes locked on a reporter carrying a camera. He stunned his bodyguards and could not beckoned: "Take that People grab it. "
 The bodyguard hurriedly turned the fans away.
 Song Juhan combed his curly hair with his long fingers, took a deep breath, and smiled at the fans with a charming smile: "What if a group of little girls have wrinkles if they don't go home to sleep so late?" That gentle and caring look It seems that Song Juhan, the talented singer-songwriter created by countless capitals, is not the one he knew.
 Fans screamed against the sky.
 "I drank a few glasses of wine with a broken friend today, and I was a little drunk. You took my picture, just keep it private, don't send it out, okay?" His voice was gentle and hoarse, with a little lover like Coquettish, can drunk people.
 The fans looked as if they were going to faint, and they promised again and again that they couldn't help themselves.
 At this time, the bodyguard carried the reporter over. Song Juhan grabbed his equipment and looked at it. The blood on it pierced Song Juhan's heart. He restrained the urge to hit someone and dragged the reporter by his collar to the door. He was very tall, close to one meter nine, and the reporter was like a chick. He pointed at it and said, "You hurt him, and apologize."
 Why use paper to cover the corners of the bleeding eyebrows, and the tissue was **** red. The reporter was frightened and quickly nodded and apologized. He didn't look at him at all, but asked Song Juhan to get in the car quickly.
 Song Juhan said goodbye to the fans. Then he got in the car and closed the door with a bang. Komatsu was afraid he would regenerate and hurried away the car.
 Song Juhan leaned on the back of his chair, staring at why: "Does it hurt?"
 He laughed: "It doesn't hurt." He thought of Song Juhan just dragging the reporter to apologize to him, and his heart was warm like the sun in midsummer. At this time, let alone a little bruise, even if he was lying in the hospital.
 For many years, he rarely felt that Song Juhan was in love with him, even if the person said to him five minutes ago.
 Like a person probably so, a word of heaven, a word of hell.
 "Fuck, if there aren't many people, see how I can pack him."
 Why can't hide the smile on his face.
 "What are you laughing at?" Why isn't he a laughter? In fact, he rarely has too many expressions. In Song Juhan's impression, why he laughed like this seems to be a long time ago. Don't say ... it's pretty pretty.
 "You were so handsome just now." He's eyes fell on Song Juhan's face and refused to move away. Slightly drunk Song Juhan, with some dazzling curly hair, entangled with quite amorous feelings, those eyes were slightly red, with a bit of decadence in his laziness, and his breath was tight.
 Song Juhan chuckled and asked, "When am I not handsome?"
 Why squeezed his palm: "Ju Han, thank you."
 Song Juhan dialed his short bangs, looked at the wound he had just coagulated, and said quietly, "Are you a man who can't protect yourself?"
 "It's just a little bruised. You really scared me just now." If Song Juhan got mad after getting out of the car just now, I really don't know how to end tonight, but thinking about Song Juhan's appearance just now was photographed, he worried. "But your picture ..."
 Song Juhan said indifferently: "Don't want to send out the reporter's photo. The problem with the fans is not that big, it's nothing more ugly, not so serious."
 Komatsu wailed, "Brother Han, don't take it seriously. President Song must be talking to you."
 "Talk, can you eat me?" Song Juhan yawned indifferently: "No more going to the apartment, send us back to the villa in Xiangshan."
 "Yes."
 Komatsu sent the two to the villa, and he treated the wound with a medicine box. The wound was not deep, and it had stopped bleeding. It was just scratched on the edge of the eyebrows.
 Song Juhan was homeless after returning home. After seeing nothing, he went upstairs to sleep.
 Why took a bath and went upstairs.
 Pushing away from the bedroom, Song Juhan fell asleep on his bed wearing clothes. He went to the bathroom to get a wet towel, gently cleaned Song Juhan's face and hands, and then undressed him.
 At halfway, Song Juhan woke up, squinting and staring blankly at why, the throat knot slid up and down, but did not speak, closed his eyes and slept again.
 Why can't help but smile. He stuffed Song Juhan into the quilt and got himself in.
 The quilt was still a little cold. As soon as he went in, Song Juhan instinctively came over to his heating body and hugged him.
 Why put your arms around his waist and watch his sleeping face quietly. For any reason, this moment is really worth a thousand dollars, just watching and watching like this, reluctant to close your eyes until you can't resist the drowsiness, and then sink into the dream.
 Why is he used to getting up early all the year round? He grew up from a young age. Unless there was an emergency, he didn't go to school one day late.
 And Song Juhan was still sleeping, a small shoulder was exposed in the tightly wrapped quilt, curls were scattered on his face, and his red lips moistened slightly, revealing a sense of innocence. Why do you lower your head and kiss Song Juhan's ears gently? He can kiss, caress Song Juhan wantonly, or even go to bed. He feels much better than most people in the world who can't bear it.
 He rolled out of bed and quietly went downstairs. After washing, he started to make breakfast.
 Xiangshan's villa is too far away from the urban area, so Song Juhan doesn't come often, but some people come to clean it regularly and fill the refrigerator with fresh ingredients. He's been here a few times. Actually, Song Juhan has visited several places in Beijing. He also met Song Juhan's parents and had dinner twice with that gorgeous supermodel hot mom. He is still a bit special, maybe he has been with Song Juhan for a long time.
 After cooking, he took out his mobile phone. At this time, he should have read the company email immediately, but he opened the entertainment news and wanted to see if it had any effect yesterday. Fortunately, there is some news, but there is no official, nothing more than some blurry photos taken by fans, which did not stir up any splash.
 Then he felt relieved and started working on the phone.
 Waiting until ten o'clock, there was some noise coming upstairs, only to hear Song Juhan shouting: "Why."
 Why should I beep and went upstairs.
 Song Juhan has just taken a bath and is wearing only a pair of pajamas. He is wearing a coat. The naked upper body has the most healthy and beautiful muscles. He is a typical figure with a thin, undressed and fleshy body. This figure is very suitable. Photogenic, but in reality, it is more like a person in a picture.
 Song Juhan grabbed his shoulder and poked at the gauze wrapped in the corner of his eyebrow: "How's it going?"
 "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." Song Juhan didn't say, so he almost forgot.
 "You are also injured at work. What reward do you want?"
 Why are you leaning on his waist and laughing? "Just kiss me."
 Song Juhan bowed his head and kissed him: "It's a rare opportunity. Ask you for the last time, what kind of reward do you want?"
 Why didn't he think he was serious? Naturally, he wouldn't let go of such an opportunity. He said without hesitation, "accompany me for my birthday?" He never really cared about his birthday, and since his mother left, he hasn't. Birthday, but he needs a name.
 "Yes, when?"
 "Any day next month." He knew that Song Juhan was very busy and could not pay hundreds of thousands of millions of liquidated damages to accompany him for his birthday.
 Song Juhan smiled and kissed his side cheek: "I like you, sensible."
 Why laugh. The word "sensible" is usually used in elders to juniors, superiors to subordinates, men to women. Of course, there is another situation, that is, gold master to bed companion. These two words make him feel uncomfortable, but he shows nothing. , Just patted Song Juhan's face: "Come down to eat."
 Why the craft is not bad. Although it only cooks some home-cooked dishes, and the appearance is very ordinary, it tastes good. Song Juhan ate two bowls of porridge, and his stomach sensation dissipated a lot in the stomach last night.
 After eating, why did he find two pills for hangover: "Why did you drink suddenly yesterday?"
 Song Juhan murmured along the water to deliver the medicine, and then breathed out a sigh of relief: "The new song has been changed more than ten times, and finally it has been changed to a satisfactory state of mind."
 "Congratulations, can you listen?"
 "You're looking for Komatsu." Song Juhan didn't know what he thought, but he grinned. The pure joy from his heart made him look childish and still looks pretty good.
 Only music can make Song Juhan smile like this.
 Why also laughed. The biggest benefit of liking a person is the little bit of gain in getting along. Perhaps for Song Juhan, the ordinary words and deeds, behaviors, and behaviors can be transformed into countless meanings and values. A smile from Song Juhan can instantly light up his life. One sentence can make him ponder repeatedly, until he is shattered and chewed thoroughly, trying to pick out a little ambiguous from it, whether it is successful or not, it is enough for him for a period , Feel life is so full and beautiful.
 Days and nights of joy or sadness because of thinking about Song Juhan are accompanied by masochistic sweetness in addition to pain.
 He often tells himself that it is not the most painful to ask for it, but to ask for nothing.
 How lucky he is to like at least one person, otherwise a person like him who lacks interest in everything should like something so that he can feel that he has not been in the world for nothing.
 He likes Song Juhan, but these six years have obliterated any expectation that he wanted Song Juhan to like him. He no longer speculates, no longer fantasizes, no longer desires, but just enjoys a little happiness that likes Song Juhan itself. that's enough.
 In the past six years, why has he repeatedly doubted whether Song Juhan knew he liked him. Song Juhan is very intelligent, with a high IQ and EQ. Because he has been in this strange circle since he was a child, he has seen hundreds of times of ordinary people and incredible things, so few things can hide from his eyes. But why do you think that you are hiding well? When you are around Song Juhan, you can get too many benefits. From a very young age, Song Juhan is probably no longer convinced that someone does not want those benefits. Or, Song Juhan knows it, but he does n’t know why he likes it differently from other men and women who come and go. After all, everyone likes Song Juhan, even if it is special, for Song Juhan I'm afraid it doesn't make any sense. 2k novel reading network
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 For He Gu, to be secretly in love is like a strong alcoholic drink. Obviously, once it flows into your system, dizziness, the loss of self-control and suffering will follow closely by, making it possible for anyone to be fatally attracted like moths to flames, and willingly endure the hardships.
 While you made sure to not overdo it, I’ve become completely intoxicated…however, for every intoxicated feeling, you will inevitably wake up from it one day.
 When Song Ju Han continued to act childish and recklessly destroyed He Gu’s tenderness for him, he had never imagined that the man has already been written into his destiny. Even more, he had never imagined that—the person brought to him by destiny—would one day want to escape…
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 When the last prodigy level esper on Earth disappeared, Earth was in deep trouble of becoming another species’ colony. The ordinary Han, with his intelligence and hardworking character, was able to make a fortune after “accidentally” stepping into the world of dark net, later purchasing an esper power crystal that brought him the ultimate power that changed the fate of the universe.
 Dark net is a subset of the Deep Web that is not only not indexed by traditional search engines, but that also requires special tools like specific proxy or authentication to gain access. Dark net is not restricted by any law or morals, so the dark net market has everything that is prohibited by the law. Drugs, slaves, firearms, uranium, bioweapons, rare animals, human testing, assassination, and the list goes on. During the year of 2075 on Earth, Han Lang logged into the largest hyperspace dark net market, and our story begins.
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 Betrayed by everyone close and her family ruined, Luo Yoo had lived for 25 years. Only until death did she understand who was truly good to her in this world. If possible, she really did not want to just die like this. She had yet to thank that man who had helped her when she was in dire straits, that man who was willing to go bankrupt and lose his life for her! 
 When she had been thrown down from a 80+ floors building, she had seen with her own eyes that man who followed her and jumped down. At that moment Luo Yoo told herself that if she could have a second chance, she would definitely treat this man well! She would also never let her life become this miserable again, she wanted to repay that man’s kindness and take her revenge! 
 The instant she landed, she thought she had died but in the blink of an eye, she realised she had returned to 10 years ago, back to when everything had just begun. 
 Confusion, enlightenment, a delightful surprise! As the daughter of a rich and influential family, she swears that in this life, she would definitely make those people who betrayed her pay the price they deserve. She would also definitely bring that man, who pledged his life to follow her, under her wing and cherish him well! 
 Ye Yunchen, the illegitimate son of the Ye Family, was cold-hearted and handsome, vicious and ruthless. His IQ could go either ways to the extreme. In front of others, his IQ was naturally extremely high but in front of Luo Yoo, he was as silly as a loyal dog, even if he was kicked fiercely by his master, he would only pitifully continue to please his master, never thinking of betrayal. 
 Ye Yunchen’s life was filled with too much darkness, while Luo Yoo was his only source of sunlight. Therefore, he is willing to give up anything to protect her, his life, his dignity, his everything!
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 Having being plagued by same dream for the past six years, Chu Yanshen discovered a little boy who looked just like him out of the blue. It was only then did he, Chu Yanshen, learn that he had been deceived by the little lass six years ago…
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 A cultivation story about how a declining sect is restored by a narcissist, a troublemaker, a meanie, an idiot, and a wimpy kid.
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 Yu Sheng is born with a Crow Mouth. Nothing good he says comes true, whereas everything bad he says does.
 In the last exam before summer vacation for his 2nd year of High School, “Troublemaker” Yu Sheng from the terrifying Central Third High jinxes himself into the place where the cream of the crop gathers — The Provincial Interhigh Summer Camp.
 Because of his face, he was picked to be the partner of Province’s No. 1 high schooler.
 The night before their finals, the undefeatable Young Master Yu who has never blanched before speaks up. He hurtles tonnes of tr*sh-talk at the No. 1 Home Tutor who slams the door on him—
 You were almost late to the exam!
 You almost forgot to shade your MCQ!
 You nearly got off-topic in your essay!
 The invigilators were all flocking around you!
 You can only score 50 points more than the city’s No. 2 at most!
 ……
 Later, when he outscores the city’s No. 2 by 50 points in his Sciences, Jin Linkun faces the media who swarm him and answers simply when asked the secret to his excellent marks.
 “Study hard, study smart, and have a good attitude.”
 Jin Linkun: “And also, find a little Crow Mouth to fall in love with.”
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 What would happen, if one day fantasy collides with reality?
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 Human body with fishtail was known as mermaid.
 They were pretty and mysterious, their tears congealed to a pearl worth a city.
 Miao Miao never thought that one day she would set foot on the lake shore as a human.
 She had no desire, only wanted to be close to a man.
 Even though she was seeking her own doom, but she gladly endured the hardship.
 —— I like you, for ninety days.
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 According to a popular legend, the famous God of War of Great Liang, Huo Wujiu, was once captured by an enemy country. He had his meridians severed and both his legs broken before he was thrown into the prison. In order to humiliate him, that incapable ruler of the country gifted him to his cutsleeve brother as a concubine.
 General Huo suffered a great deal of humiliation. He laid in wait for three years before he shed his cicada skin and returned to the Great Jing. He treated his crippled legs, and three months later, he led his army to storm the enemy’s capital. He slaughtered the emperor, razed the capital, and finally beheaded that tr*sh of a cutsleeve, displaying his head on the city’s walls for the next three years.
 Since then, the world has been united.
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 A certain university’s history lecturer received a graduation thesis depicting the legend of Huo Wujiu, and he wrote a full page of criticism for the student.
 Then he blinked, and he was transmigrated into the body of that cutsleeve prince.
 There were lanterns and decorations everywhere. A man came, sending word that the disabled general of the enemy state had already entered the manor in his wedding sedan.
 As he looked at the General Huo in front of him, taking in his malicious gaze, his tortured state, clad in a red wedding gown, Jiang Suizhou realised that even legends can come true.
 This legend could even cause him to be beheaded in public in the future, with his head hung on the city walls for three years.
 Jiang Suizhou’s only option was to take good care of General Huo.
 In spite of the hidden arrows of the court’s political agendas and the incapable ruler’s endless attempts to humiliate him, he could only bite the bullet and bear the brunt of it; his only wish was that after three years, he could protect his own head.
 Of course, he didn’t dare to even dream of asking this 3 meters tall “concubine” to serve him.
 However, before the three years was up, General Huo’s legs recovered on their own.
 He didn’t just slaughter the incapable ruler and unite the land under the heavens, but he also climbed into his own bed and pinned him down with a heated gaze, stubbornly wanting to establish his status as a concubine.
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 Those people killed her grandmother, murdered her younger brother, trampled the people she deeply cared about, and even took her own life.
 It was because she trusted her ambitious stepmother and half-sister;
 because she mistakenly believed that womanly virtue is to have no talent;
 because of her noble status and origin….This is what caused her death.
 Buried in river water, Ouyang Nuan, gritted her teeth and spoke, “I, Ouyang Nuan was wronged in death. Even if it takes forever, I will become a devil, and in the next life, will not let you off!”
 When she once again opened her eyes, Ouyang Nuan was sent back in time to when she was twelve years old. Around this age, her forehead was scarred, her brother fell into the water, and in three years she will be married…
 In this life, she will try to change everything to guard and protect those she cares for from those with treacherous intentions. She will live a glorious life!
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 Zhang Xiao Qiang is a nobody in this apocalyptic world with danger lurking everywhere, he is forced to wander around and learn the rules and principles to survive. Over the course of time, Zhang Xiao Qiang’s character and laziness slowly wore away from the experiences he faces. Zhang Xiao Qiang becomes more resilient, of course also gaining power whilst watching the lunatics of the apocalypse trampling on everything they could trample on. Zhang Xiao Qiang always maintained a bit of conscience in him. He never had the thoughts of being a hero, yet he doesn’t mind sharing bread from his plate. Zhang Xiao Qiang will continue to live in the cracks of the apocalyptic world until the crack can no longer hold him.
 Some places have gruesome descriptions, so enter with caution!!! Zhang Xiao Qiang motto is: “Don’t talk to me about human rights, Don’t talk to me about the laws, Don’t talk to me about favors!”
 TL note: ‘Xiao Qiang’ is slang for ‘cockroach’ but is also the name of the main character.
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 That night, Ning Jiang gave himself to Luo Han Shang.
 Indulge overnight, what she wants is: give her marriage.
 But in getting along, Ning Jiang saw a different second master Luo.
 He loves her to the bone and spoils her indefinitely.
 When she finally achieved her goal and asked him for a divorce, he tore up the divorce agreement over and over again.
 At night, Luo Hanshang squeezed her into the corner, and she bared her teeth: Husband, what are you doing? He replied: give birth.
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 “I can’t believe my eyes. The ice lord actually kissed a man. God, help me!”
 “I’m surprised that the son of the Bai family is actually the ugly and stupid second young miss!”
 Who was it who melted the ice lord’s exterior and caused the awakening of his hidden gentle side?
 She is black-bellied and crafty. She would never consider herself a good person, and would not go out of her way to provoke other people. But, once she is provoked, she will pay it back 1000-fold, showing no mercy.
 He is cold and detached, elegant, magnanimous, and known as the ice lord, a heartless gentleman.
 Will sparks fly when the iceberg collides with a black-belly? Is it hopeless, or will there be excitement?
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