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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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 Eighteenth-line actress Ji Yuchuan and actress Sheng Qingru have collaborated in a film to play her implied marriage partner.
 But on the day the movie was released, Sheng Qingru suddenly fell to his death. 
 Then Ji Yuchuan found Sheng Qingru’s soul in his home.
 Started my daily routine of hitting ghosts (being slapped by ghosts).
 Atypical entertainment circle, urban demon spirit. 
 Sweet text, not scary, more private, and cannot be completely equated with myths.
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 Jiang Mian transmigrated into a female supporting character of the same name in a novel. The female supporting character had four fathers and was spoiled and arrogant. In the end, the heroine got rid of her.
 Fortunately, the plot wasn’t over when she transmigrated and Jiang Mian decided to get along with her four fathers.
 First Father: a Film Emperor
 Second Father: a Taoist master
 Third Father: a billionaire tyrant
 Fourth Father: a brilliant detective
 Wait, she has four fathers, but who’s the real one?
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 Every human has their Personal Jewel of power, when awakened it can either be an Elemental Jewel or Physical Jewel. They circle the right and left wrists like bracelets of power. 
 Heavenly Jewels are like the twins born, meaning when both Elemental and Physical Jewels are Awakened for the same person, the pair is known as Heavenly Jewels. 
 Those who have the Physical Jewels are known as Physical Jewel Masters, those with Elemental Jewels are Elemental Jewel Masters, and those who train with Heavenly Jewels are naturally called Heavenly Jewel Masters. 
 Heavenly Jewel Masters have a highest level of 12 pairs of jewels, as such their training progress is known as Heavenly Jewels 12 Changes. 
 Our MC here is an archer who has such a pair of Heavenly Jewels.
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 “Now that I’m back, I won’t allow my loved ones to die again!”
 The Shadow Labyrinth – the most catastrophic existence humanity has faced in history.
 Desir Arman is one of the six remaining survivors of mankind.
 The six attempted to clear the final level of the labyrinth but ultimately failed, and the world came to an end.
 However – when Desir thought he would meet his demise, what is revealed before him is the world… thirteen years ago?!
 Desir is returned to the past, back to the time when he enrolled at the nation’s finest magic academy – Havrion. He is reunited with his precious friends, and is prepared to change the past to save the world and his loved ones…!
 Three years remaining before the emergence of the Shadow World!
 Change the past and gather powerful comrades to save mankind!
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 Hou Yang stepped on the air when he rushed down the stairs only to wake up and find that he had exchanged bodies with his wife Shen Rongrong!
 After the swap, Hou Yang threw up every time he ate and felt that it was necessary to go to the hospital for a check up but was stopped by Shen Rongrong.
 “No need to go to the hospital.” Shen Rongrong said calmly, “You’re just pregnant.”
 “????!!!!” Your mother*, this was too much!
 * 特麼 / TM: His mother; (slang) 特麼 has the same pronunciation as 他妈, a Chinese slang that literally means f*ck you.]
 Huo Yang realized that he was not only pregnant, but also had to complete the dubbing work of his wife.
 The inexperienced Huo Yang, “….Alright.”
 As a result, he accidentally became the top trend in the dubbing circle and stirred up a tumultuous storm.
 Fans were crazy for him: “Ah! ah! ah! ah! So sassy, so stunning, so beautiful! Sister Rong is the best!”
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 Born into a wealthy family, Gu Shenwei was spoiled and carefree. However, at the age of 14, his entire family were brutally murdered, and he was caught by some bandits who sold him into slavery. As a slave boy, he entered Golden Roc Fort by chance and found the man who had slaughtered his family. He endured insults and worked hard to improve his kung fu while working as a slave boy. He learned from and plotted against his enemy under the enemy’s nose. He became increasingly ambitious as he became more and more powerful. He would only be satisfied if he completely destroyed his enemy—by fair means or foul. Gradually his bitter experience turned him into a totally different person.
 This is a kung fu fiction that is full of mysteries and surprises. This is a story dealing with love, betrayals and distances. This is the journey of an ordinary boy who, against all odds, fought against formidable foes. This is a tale regarding a person who felt abandoned by the world made unremitting efforts to create a new world of his own, in which he was alone.
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 Ruan Yang Chuan became the favorite concubine in a palace 
 First day in the book 
 The male protagonist raised his sword and looked at Ruan Yang who was shrinking in the corner, feeling sickly excited: 
 “Since you don’t love me, then go to death.”
 Ruan Yang: ……Where is the good favorite concubine? ! 
 The next second, she was wiped her neck by the male lead
 The timeline in the book is out of order, and Ruan Yang went back to when he first entered the palace 
 In order to survive, Ruan Yang lights up his love skills 
 “The concubine loves you, and it’s hard to restrain your feelings. Marrying your concubine will have no regrets in this life…” 
 Later the hero blocked her in the grove 
 His eyes were blurred, his cheeks were red, and his voice was hoarse: “If you don’t want others, you need you.”
 Ruan Yang: You are mentally retarded! You have to love the hostess! 
 [The paranoid gloomy male protagonist x perfect love talk, addicted to the surviving female protagonist]
 -It is recommended to throw away the three concepts and logic when reading the article, it is more exciting~~~ hee hee
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 Xu Nannan, the owner of Taobao, wakes up and becomes a rural girl Xu Nannan in the 1960s.
 Every day they only eat a wild vegetable chaff dumpling. Working from dawn to night, she carry a hoe and went to the field to exchange for workpoints.
 The embarrassing thing is that the poor pair of trousers in the family have to be shared by the sisters.
 Xu Nannan was complaining to go home.
 Fortunately, her Taobao shop followed her back to the 1960s, and was finally able to do some sideline work.
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 “Wen Wenyao is so good-looking, don’t you feel moved?”
 The system began to doubt…
 Song Nanqiao: “No… I don’t…”
 System: “But your match value with her is 100%, you will definitely like her…”
 Song Nanqiao: “I don’t!”
 Song Nanqiao is all about study and work, not about love
 But Song Nanqiao slowly discovered that the heroine was quietly paying attention to her.
 One night, Wen Wenyao grabbed the corner of her coat, deliberated, and said shyly, “Did you used to…liked me…”
 Song Nanqiao: “Ah…that…used to like, but now probably not.”
 Wen Wenyao took her hand and whispered in her ear, “But I’ve liked you for a long time…I like you so much…Can you give me a chance to chase you?”
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 Song Xuanhe transmigrated into a book called “The President’s Seven Boyfriends”. He became the President’s cannon fodder ex-boyfriend, Song Xuanhe.
 The Song Xuanhe in the book: 180 cm tall, so attractive he would trump over even the hottest celebrities, three generations of family in business–a very appropriate rich third generation.
 It wasn’t a loss to transmigrate into this kind of person. It was just that this was a rebirth story.
 The Song Xuanhe in the book abused the male lead 800 times and had even indirectly caused the male lead’s death. Faced with the reborn blackened male lead, his fate was obvious–not only did he reach rock bottom, he even died without an intact corpse.
 Right now, he had become the cannon fodder ex-boyfriend that was foreordained to die without an intact corpse.
 ——
 System: Don’t you think that the male lead has been a bit strange recently? It’s like he’s plotting something in the dark.
 Song Xuanhe: Plotting how to kill me?
 System: No, plotting how to eat you.
 ——
 Song Xuanhe, who was lying on the bed with an aching waist, pained back and legs suffering from cramps, cursed the System 800 times–what happened to the male lead being a shou?!
 Emphasis: Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Moreover, the tycoon has always been a gong! Spoilers only up to here!
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 Han Wen, who graduated with a master’s degree, worked diligently and conscientiously in the company for three years, and finally got to the position of the department manager. Unexpectedly, she died of overwork the next day! 
 When she wakes up, she has become a vicious female supporting role in the chronology! 
 Have a husband who is rude to him, and two stepsons? ! 
 Okay, since God gave her a chance to do it all over again, she must seize it! 
 The first step is to change the vicious character! 
 For these two stepsons, she dutifully takes care of them! 
 As for this man, I still have to rely on him now, bear it first, and kick him later! 
 Seven or eight years have passed, eh? How could their family have gotten better and better and more harmonious! 
 Her husband is the driver of a supply and marketing cooperative that everyone admires.
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 In the novel, the wealthy CEO male lead has a villainous stepmother. She put up a front of being nice and tender to him, when in fact she was bullying the male lead with her son. After she had successfully driven the male lead and his father apart, her ambition continued to grow as she attempted to take away the inheritance from the male lead. In the second half of the book, the truth came out — that the father had no feelings for her whatsoever but was merely using the two of them to hone his son’s character. In the end, both the stepmom and her son were sent to jail by the male lead after he took over the family business.
 Yan Shuyu transmigrated and became the well-hated villainous stepmother, but she had transmigrated to the time before everything happened, and the male lead was still a foolish child. Only a fool would want to become the stepmother of a foolish child. Yan Shuyu took a longing look at her “assigned husband”, who was pretty much like the Sleeping Beauty, before she quickly packed up and made a run for it.
 After that, Yan Shuyu checked out her $250 remaining on her card. She turned to look at her son, who was clinging onto her leg and asking for milk. She wanted to look up at the sky and howl. Is it too late to go back to become the male lead’s whetstone?
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