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 At five o'clock in the morning the next day, the sky was bright, and the alarm clock buried under the pillow rang. The owner who hadn't slept all night pressed it off, got out of bed lightly and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
 Bubu wants to drink thick, thick and sweet porridge, it takes longer than usual.
 The weather in April was still quite cold. Songran was wearing a fur coat, washing the rice in cold water, leaving the pot to rest, and setting the cooking clock on the oven for half an hour. In the process of soaking the rice, he warmed his hands, held up the cute bright yellow children's mobile phone, and walked around in the kitchen, trying to press it, but he didn't dare to press it.
 He also wants to fight for another chance.
 Songran has an unfounded sense of trust in Mr. He, and feels that he is not an arbitrary and unrelenting man. As long as he sincerely apologizes, act like spoiled and pleaded like before, Mr. He is tolerant and may be willing to let him take care of Bubu. There are too many shadows of the past in Bubu. It's okay that he didn't see it before. Once he saw it, he really couldn't let it go.
 Of course, this is not the only thing he can't let go of, but another one that he hasn't noticed yet.
 He wanted to hear He Zhiyuan's voice.
 It was a subtle, eager, and unspeakable sentiment that grew up in three short telephone conversations—a young man living alone met a mature strange man. The child whose heart is injured by the youth has not been comforted yet. The man is a father, and his laughter is a kind of pampering for young children, like spreading a pair of warm wings, sheltering Xiao Songran from his childhood.
 This throbbing has just begun to sprout, perhaps not as love, but full of attachment that is hard to give up.
 In essence, Songran is still a child lacking love, unable to let go of the care from his father.
 He tossed over the time difference three times and determined that it was two o'clock in the afternoon on Mr. He's side, which was suitable for answering the phone, so he held his breath and pressed the dial button.
 "Beep—Beep—"
 The phone dialed, and the ring tone rang twice. Before Songran put the phone in his ear, the ring tone suddenly stopped.
 Four words popped up on the screen: call failed.
 The other party did not hesitate for a second, and directly chose to hang up.
 Songran was expressionless, staring at the four characters for a long time, until the screen was completely dark, reflecting a pale face. The fingers under the apron gradually curled up and made a fist, and the fingertips touched the palms, making a chill.
 Pour the white rice into the soup pot and add six times the amount of boiling water. The fire is boiling, dripping oil, then turn to a small fire. The faint flames jumped upwards and began to simmer slowly. Songran used a wooden spatula to stir in circles until the rice grains were full and the congee noodles became sticky, and a string of thick and thick bubbles emerged from "pulupulu".
 At half past six, he made a second call to He Zhiyuan, this time the other party hung up faster, and even the ringtone only rang once.
 Songran was startled, and his humiliating anger instantly filled his chest. A few seconds later, he slammed the shovel with rice grains into the sink: "Being a person must have basic politeness. This is what you said! Politeness! It's just... just answer the phone first, and then tell me to **** off, instead of not even answering the phone!"
 He was aroused and pressed the dial button again.
 This time I couldn't even hear the ringing tone at all, and only a cold mechanical female voice responded to him-I'm sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off.
 Songran put his hands on the Liuli platform and slowly lowered his head, feeling the overwhelming self-disgust hitting him.
 Really...it's been a long time.
 It's been a long time since I was disliked by a person like this.
 Children born in orphanages are prone to a heart disease-lack of self-confidence. Songran stayed in that big dye tank for ten years, and did not escape the fate of self-depreciation. When he first left the orphanage, his whole set of social communication concepts had been problematic, his mentality was so bad that he was close to moderate depression.
 Later, when I arrived in S City, Songran settled down closer to F University. I went to the general elective course offered by the Department of Psychology when I had nothing to do. I spent a semester of self-recognition and emotional management among a bunch of gods. I went to chat with the professor and told my situation honestly. The professor is a very happy old man. He took him to the little pavilion in Xiyuan to chat for a while, which counted as a preliminary psychological counseling, and gave him a big book list when he parted. It took Songran a few years to read carefully according to the book list, and wrote about a hundred pages of self-analysis, finally growing a little self-confident fur.
 Although the fur is new and long, it is very hard and extremely wear-resistant.
 In order to work hard for his livelihood, Songran has suffered from malice over the years, but his stubborn temperament, the harder his life, the more he understands the importance of optimism, on the contrary, like quenching real gold, he has tempered an extremely pleasing character. The aunts and sisters of the publishing house laughed when they saw him, touched their heads and rubbed their faces, hugged him, and pampered him as a mascot.
 Songran knows his weight. He is not renminbi. How could it be liked by everyone? It is enough for most people I meet to like him. Just one or two dislikes are not worthy of consideration.
 He has always thought so until today.
 Until he discovered that he could not accept Mr. He's "dislike".
 The negation from Mr. He became the weight that Songran's thin shoulders could not bear. A mere "can't" refusing to forgive, and just a tiresome shutdown, almost destroyed his hard-built fortress of confidence.
 "Bobo, your father is really..." Songran looked up at the kitchen lamp, with a touch of sorrow and helplessness in her expression, "It's really... too powerful."
 White marble dining table with beige cotton tablecloth. A bowl of thick white porridge, a plate of cucumber with clear sauce, a salted duck egg in red oil, and a pinch of old brand pork floss.
 This is the easiest S city breakfast.
 Bubu had a good appetite today. He was holding a small soup bowl and drank the porridge sweetly. The spoon scooped up a little salted egg yolk and put it in his mouth with a long "um" to show that the food was delicious. Halfway through the meal, Songran told him politely that his father had invited a new aunt for him. Starting today, the new aunt will be responsible for picking up Bobu.
 Boob became unhappy and squirmed on the table: "No, no, I want my brother!"
 Songran picked up a chopsticks and pork floss and put it into the bowl, deliberately making a mysterious look to tempt him: "This time the new aunt is different from the previous one. It was my father who took great pains to select it according to Bubu's preferences. ."
 Bubu took a bite of the pickled cucumber and asked curiously, "What is that like?"
 Songran described: "The new aunt is very beautiful, like a flower, she can tell fairy tales, and she can also make small wontons. She can do what her elder brother does, and she will do what her elder brother doesn't. She is even better than her elder brother. people."
 "But I like my brother!"
 Bubu jumped off the chair, walked around the dining table, and awkwardly climbed up to Song Ran's knees. The milky voice confessed to him: "I don't want a newer aunt, I just want my brother!"
 The child has profound skills and is at the tenth level of love talk. Songran was captured by a word of him, and his body was warm and his heart turned into a pool of water. But Bubu showed a distressed look again, frowned and said, "But my aunt was picked by my father, and I want to listen to my father."
 So worried.
 The father is on the left and the brother is on the right. The four-year-old baby looks left and right, wanting both.
 Songran couldn't help laughing, and took a peck on his forehead: "It's okay, you think, doesn't my brother live in the right door? The new aunt is here, and my brother won't move out, someday Bubu thinks Brother, come and knock on the door, and your brother will invite you in as a guest. We are still painting colors, listening to stories, and washing incense like these days."
 As soon as Boob heard that he could cheat, he immediately opened his eyes and smiled, threw into Songran's ear and said excitedly: "Then I will sneak out to find you every day, so I don't let my father know, okay?"
 "Good good!"
 Songran fully agreed, and hooked his little finger with Bubu.
 After breakfast, Bubu and Songran went downstairs together, climbed into the back seat of the bicycle, and acted as a majestic little general, commanding his brother to ride an S-shaped trajectory and walk steadily towards the kindergarten.
 When passing by the graffiti wall, Bubu pointed to a row of colorful geometric figures and said roundly: "Square, rectangle, circle, triangle, trapezoid!"
 "Boob is awesome, I read everything right!"
 Songran praised him.
 Yesterday, I confided in it. This kid is naturally smart, and he will remember it all at once.
 Bobo was commended, and continued his efforts, pointing to the row of unique English letters at the back and saying: "A, B, C, D, E, F, G..."
 Under He Zhiyuan’s ears and eyes, Bubu’s English pronunciation is very standard. Songran feels ashamed and unassumingly praises him: "Bubu reads really well."
 Behind the letters is a row of Arabic numerals, each of which is drawn into an animal shape, very cute. Bubu has been praised twice, so he read out louder: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...Oh!"
 The bicycle slammed into a sudden stop, and Bubu hit Songran's back with his head, his small face was squeezed into a ball of flesh.
 Songran scolded herself in her heart, and kept busy, looking back at him worriedly: "Does it matter? Is there any pain?"
 "No... Nothing." Bubu rubbed his face exaggeratedly, craned his neck, poked his head out and looked forward, "Brother stopped suddenly. Did he hit something?"
 But the road ahead was empty, and Bubu didn't see anything.
 "It's strange."
 He let out a sigh.
 Songran didn't know how to explain his abnormality, and was nervous. A small tabby cat unexpectedly rushed out of the road and ran away along the red wall of the old house. Bubu thought he had found the answer, and chuckled: "It turned out to be a kitty, my brother is so careful!"
 Songran finally breathed a sigh of relief, rang the crisp bicycle bell, and rode Bubu to the kindergarten.
 After sending the child to the kindergarten that day, Songran did not leave immediately. He stood outside the garden gate, watched the cloth bounce into the hall, handed the small schoolbag and children's mobile phone to the teacher, changed his shoes, turned and ran to the classroom, disappearing behind the entrance glass.
 Songran thought, his fate with this child probably ends here, except for the accidental loss of control, these three days... are actually very beautiful.
 I hope there will be a chance to hug Bobu in the future, and I hope that one day in the future, when he meets Mr. He in the aisle, he will have the opportunity to say sorry in person.
 Young children passed by one after another. Some were sent by father, some were sent by mother, and some were sent by grandparents. Songran looked at their vigorous little faces, lowered his head and smiled, kicked his pedals, and rode out of the kindergarten.
 At the moment he left, the children's mobile phone in the teacher's hand rang.
 today is Thursday.
 SwordArcInc will hold a regular meeting of department heads from two to three in the afternoon every Thursday. Due to the imminent launch of the new generation of Q7, S7, and T7 products, the company had too many affairs to coordinate, and the regular meeting was extended to 5 pm.
 When the meeting reached the last item on the agenda, He Zhiyuan took out his mobile phone and pressed the power button.
 When his university roommate and entrepreneurial partner Carl Kraus asked him if he needed to make a statement, He Zhiyuan exchanged views with the subordinates of the Ministry of Technology and shook his head and gave a negative answer.
 In the first second after the projector cut off the signal and the meeting announced the end, he pressed the call button.
 The circular meeting room restored the relaxed atmosphere, dozens of seats pushed back one after another, and the VPs closed the folders and got up and left with the coffee cups. A German engineer walked to He Zhiyuan with a final test report on sensor compatibility and said that there were several items that needed to be communicated with him separately.
 He Zhiyuan held the phone, pressed his palm slightly, and politely explained: "Housework, wait a minute."
 The other party replied with an understanding smile, stepped back a few steps, and made a gesture of please. He Zhiyuan then got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows filled with sunlight.
 As a qualified technical senior, he should actually lead by example and avoid dealing with personal affairs during working hours, but he convinced himself that this call is related to his children and belongs to the highest priority among parallel tasks and deserves to be treated with tolerance. .
 While waiting for the connection, perhaps the sun was too blazing, and a little sweat appeared on the palm of his hand.
 He knew that the two previous calls that had been hung up must have been made, and even the motive could be roughly guessed. In fact, after he finished saying the word "can't" last night, the moment his lonely voice hit his ears, he immediately softened his heart-young people are always prone to impulsiveness, and they will inevitably be more reckless when speaking. It is not such an unforgivable mistake. .
 At that time, he wanted to give Songran a chance, so he didn't hang up the phone for a long time. He just waited for Songran to explain.
 Unfortunately, Songran didn't speak at that time, so he chose to call during today's meeting.
 He has no choice but to hang up.
 Hanging up is a very emotionally hurtful behavior. Due to lack of communication, it is likely to cause unnecessary serious misunderstandings. As the one who actively refused, He Zhiyuan thought he had to explain clearly.
 The phone was connected, and He Zhiyuan's time was short. Before the other party could speak, he said, "Song Ran, I'm so sorry just now. I'm in a meeting here and it's not suitable for answering the phone. Let's talk about Boob in the evening, can we?"
 There seemed to be a little surprised. After a few seconds of blanking, he heard the kindergarten teacher's voice: "Hello, are you the parents of He Yueyang?"
 He Zhiyuan was taken aback: "Yes."
 He quickly raised his wrist, his gaze swept across the dial-five ten in the afternoon, which is eight in the morning in China. The kindergarten opens at 8 o'clock, which is neither early nor late. It is estimated that Bubu has just been sent to the kindergarten.
 He was a step late.
 The teacher was unsure of his intentions and asked: "He Yueyang has already entered the classroom. Do you need to talk to him?"
 "No, just get to school safely." He Zhiyuan replied briefly, "Teacher has worked hard."
 After a few greetings, he hung up the phone, turned around and put away the laptop on the table, and motioned the waiting German engineer to go to the small conference room next door to discuss the problem.
 After passing by with Songran twice, He Zhiyuan had a rare irritability.
 From the original intention, he had no intention of hurting the sensitive young man, but the explanation that could not be conveyed made him fall into guilt and anxiety, and even the overtime task tonight seemed onerous.
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 Song Ran is an illustrator for children’s books. He has pastel arts, a pastel personality, and a pastel life. One day, he met four-years-old Bubu. Bubu and his father, who has an A+ for success, wealth, and looks, but a F- for childcare, stumble into Song Ran’s world just like that. When fairy tales meet a lonely child, when warm-toned 8012A meets cool-toned 8012B; this is a story about family and love.
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 Asura – proud, warlike, cruel, heartless. 
 A young adult with a mysterious background follows his father’s prophecy and enters the world of «Rebirth», somehow managing to inherit the Xuanyuan Sword, and also unexpectedly obtaining the hidden class Asura. 
 Following the tracks of both virtual and reality he gradually discovers a secret hidden for the past billion years. 
 Asura, the class that used to shake the lands has now completely disappeared. He must now go on a journey to find the true meaning of Asura—until the day he transforms and becomes one with Asura.
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 [Crossing a book + 1V1 + Single female lead + Campus romance + Dog food + Funny + Sand sculpture in the early stage + Daily love in the later stage + Sprinkle sugar + Many CPs + Sweet and good-looking] 
 Liu Muye, the author of the failed campus romance novel, finished his last book and decided to go to the factory to fix screws tomorrow. 
 But he accidentally traveled to the book he wrote and became the son of the school director. He was entrusted with the important task of "saving the tragic ending of the vicious female supporting role", otherwise he would not be able to return to the real world! 
 Liu Muye: "Ah! You said, if I can't save the vicious female supporting role, I can't go back?" 
 But! 
 Compared with saving the vicious female supporting role, Liu Muye suddenly discovered something more important. 
 "Wait, what do you think I am now? You said I am the chairman's son?" 
 "Then I am very rich and can walk sideways in this world?" 
 "Then why should I save the vicious female supporting role? I'm going to take off!" 
 ... After a while... 
 Liu Muye realized that something was wrong. 
 "Hey, how come you, a domineering CEO, have become a rebellious teenager?" 
 "That's not right. How come you, a cool and innocent heroine, have become a rebellious girl?" 
 "And you, a vicious female supporting role, why do you keep pestering me to date you every day!" 
 "Is this reasonable? It's not reasonable at all!"
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 Su Cheng, an unemployed girl, stayed up late to read a Mary Sue novel, because of the bad experience of the villain of the same name.
 The female partner has money, looks and figure. Isn’t it good to go to Happy and Happy? Good money will not be spent. Want to go and grab a man with the female lead?
 In the end, the bad things were done, and the end was bleak. Tianxiu started and ended.
 When she woke up the next morning, Su Cheng found herself sleeping on a gorgeous double bed with a handsome man sleeping beside her.
 After the man woke up, Jun frowned tightly. Before she could figure out what was going on, the man said ruthlessly, “Su Cheng, don’t be delusional, even if we slept, it doesn’t mean anything—” 
 She just read this sentence in the book yesterday! 
 Could the man in front of her be the hero in the Mary Sue novel she read last night? 
 Su Cheng who reacted immediately nodded: “What you said is not worthy of me.” 
 As the male protagonist in the book, with an unfathomable background, Su Cheng can’t afford to offend him. 
 I thought in my heart that I would definitely stay away from him and the heroine in the future, and never get involved in their sadomasochism. 
 Now that she has so much money to buy famous brand bags, isn’t it delicious to look for little fresh meat everywhere? Why would she want to hang herself on a tree
 National first-level sophistry contestant
 This article is also known as “One Hundred Thousand Ways to Spend Money”, “How Many Fresh Meat Can My Money Buy”, “The Overbearing President Climbs for Labor and Management” and “Men, I beg you to stay away from me, I swear not to be with the female lead.” rob you 
 Sand sculpture sweet text, illogical.
 Content Labels: Female Supporting Sweet Text Wearing Books Shuangwen 
 Search keywords: Protagonist: Meng Chi ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others: 
 One sentence introduction: spend money happily, goodbye dog man 
 Purpose: No matter what happens in life, be positive and work hard to solve the problem
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 Uchiha Yu traveled through and came to the crisis-ridden Naruto world.
 Looking at the scarlet writing wheel in the mirror, Uchiha Yu nodded with satisfaction: “Well, everything is going well so far… smooth hammer!”
 Looking at the calendar on the wall, Uchiha Yu felt the malice from this world…
 In order to save his life on the night of the genocide, and even take food from the tiger’s mouth, Uchiha Yu decided to train Pokémon hard from today!
 Uchiha Yume, use illusion!
 A trainer: “Referee, Yu’s dream demon is illegal, it uses illusions!”
 Uchiha Yu: “Humph, you absolutely cannot escape this technique!”
 Deidara: “Explosions are art!”
 Uchiha: “My Pangyan monster’s art is better than yours!”
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 The name Zhao Tie Zhu (lit. Zhao Steel Pillar) sounded pretty unrefined. But, when it came to his nickname, Phantom, it could be said that everyone in the assassin societies around the world know it. Nowadays, the world was too peaceful, and because of that, the assassination business wasn’t going well. Hearing real estate could earn you good money, Zhao Tie Zhu bought a huge villa, and became the legendary landlord.
 He only rented his villa to single women. Zhao Tie Zhu posted renting advertisements on a well-known social website, and with that, women all came one after the other to his villa. The prettiest in schools, the prettiest in police teams, and all sorts of beauties came into his surroundings.
 Proclaiming himself as hegemon of campuses, unifying the underworld. All so that the tenants would live in even more content.
 I am a very responsible landlord — Said the Zhao Tie Zhu who was stepping on countless skeletons of the enemy.
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 Jian Rui Xi, who was on the island vacation with little fresh meat (aka toyboy), transmigrated into a book, and became a comparison character of a classic rich family spoiling wife novel. She is married into rich family like the heroine. But the heroine has the “rich family spoilt wife” script and has the touching true love story of the rich husband; but she has the standard “the rich daughter-in-law is not easy to do” script. The parents-in-law urging to have more sons. After five babies, the wealthy husband always on the news outside, resulting in a gossipy wealthy ladies ridiculed her and end up crying.
 Jian Rui Xi, sitting on the bed in the middle of the night, unable to restrain her laughter said : “wealthy life , here I come ……”
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 One day, Chen Caixing entered in the world of supernatural horror games. 
 Nothing much, just that he added a ‘Fifth Month’ beer belly..
 Chen Caixing looked at his swollen stomach and fell into contemplation. 
 He is a man, so is this the attached golden finger??
 Chen Caixing didn’t know if he had any golden fingers or not. 
 He only knew that this beer belly will keep getting bigger!
 As if… pregnant..
 It’s impossible to get pregnant, pretending to be a big-bellied pregnant woman is even more impossible!
 Later..
 Chen Caixing: Ying ying ying this one is just a poor, helpless and pitiful pregnant woman! 
 Ghost: Chasing us five ghosts with a big belly “pregnant woman”???
 Supernatural + unlimited flow + child birth 
 Shou Chen Caixing, forced to dress in women’s clothes and give birth 
 The game’s ultimate boss gong, dressed as an elementary school kid, is an adult!
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 Yun Yanhui is a traveler who accidentally came to the Northern Song Dynasty 
 When he pulled himself up with difficulty, he became honorably a temporary employee of the Kaifeng government as a qualified temporary worker of the Northern Song Dynasty government. Among the masses, they have to learn to hold up every black pot QAQ firmly, and finally light up the title-the strongest temporary worker, Kaifeng Back Pot Man
 Guiding the way for mine clearance: 
 Main acceptor, 1vs1, cp Zhao Yunchu. Not completely in accordance with history nor completely in accordance with the original novel. There are Su Youshuang and plug-ins, and there is no nonsense based on unfounded evidence. Go and stay by you, the bricks and flowers are free.
 Content label: Seventh Five-Year Travel Time and Space Food 
 Protagonist: Yun Yanhui
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 A former sporting rifle shooter genius transforms into the ‘Juvenile Butcher’. While originally supposed to have received the death penalty, he was instead fortunate enough to have entered a secret and highly regarded armed force, throwing himself into the ‘Nirvana Project’.
 After a period of 10 years, he now has time to freely recover. Having trained until he had excellent military and martial skill, he sweeps through various military districts and returns back to his hometown. Under the monitoring of a beautiful female cop, he re-establishes his family’s bodyguard service, protecting beauties and moving unhindered, his achievements causing the fame of his outstanding, god-level bodyguard service to resound across the world!
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 This novel is also known as My Hidden Wife is Sweet 
 In her past life Gu Wei Wei’s heart was dug out by the man she loved, and transplanted into her best friend’s body. However, after rebirth she become Hua country’s number one conglomerate, Fu Han Zheng’s little girlfriend. She is being careful trying to take revenge against the people that hurt her. He protects her everywhere, pamper her to the extreme. Everyone said that Fu Han Zheng is cold and without emotion. That perfect husband that everyday tease her until she blushes and her heart beat, pamper her regardless anything, is it a fake husband? 
 “Sir, there are rumors between madam and the current popular male actor, CP ¹ was already formed.” 
 “Kill that male actor ! ” 
 “That’s your brother.” 
 “…..Then just beat him to death.” 
 CP: is the internet slang to describe couples in movies or TVs or real life couple. Normally it’s a fans made couple of two actors that they wish could be together in real life.
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 Question: What should I do if I find two corpses in my house for no apparent reason and are then forcibly detained? 
 Fortunately, not long after entering, Jiang He discovered that as long as he was in jail, he could accumulate upgrade points to upgrade himself, which was simple and crude. 
 Are you like a wolf or a tiger? It doesn't matter, my body is full, and I transform into a sports student and take it with a sliding shovel. 
 Is your extraordinary power so powerful? It doesn't matter, my resistance is maxed out, so break my defense first and then talk. 
 If you spend every day fishing in jail, your strength will continue to grow, and you still have to take care of food and housing. Who doesn't like this kind of life! 
 What monsters dare to delay my imprisonment? I can't bear it anymore! Blow up the whole world with one punch!
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 The older sister flees from her wedding to be with her lover, and her younger sister is forced to take her place in marrying a very powerful man. 
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 As luck would have it, she ends up transmigrating into the body of that younger sister. 
 Although the man that she weds is very powerful, he’s the irredeemable final villain. 
 All villains are doomed to a bleak ending. And, as this villain’s wife, she’s afraid that her ending won’t be good either. 
 Fortunately, the older sister had gone back in time after having experienced a lifetime of suffering. This prodigal daughter returns to the turning point of her life. Pointing at her younger sister, she demands for her younger sister to hand over her husband. 
 Looking at this beautifully crying older sister, Ye Zhen swiftly yields and says, “Older sister, don’t worry. I haven’t even done anything with brother-in-law!” 
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 To her shock, she later discovers that she’s pregnant. 
 With tears in her eyes, her older sister says, “Didn’t you say that nothing happened between the two of you?” 
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 Ye Zhen looks at the great villain that doggedly pursues her. She is utterly and totally doomed. 
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 There’s a great villain lying next to her, and she’s pregnant with a mini villain. How’s she suppose to survive?! 
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 Later on, as Ye Zhen watches the great villain putting the baby down and changing the diaper, she sighs. “There’s nothing that can be done. I’ve already missed the golden opportunity to turn things around. How can I leave now?”
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