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 It's normal for a wife and husband to be petty when they get along with each other.
 In Wen Li's eyes, this notebook was not new at all, but rather old-fashioned.
 But the program crew seemed to know her and Song Yan's usual way of getting along, so it was difficult for her to set up such a link.
 She even wondered if Song Yan broke the news with the show crew in private.
 The weather in Yancheng was at the turn of spring and summer, and occasionally it rained a little bit. This kind of weather was not suitable for going out, but Song Yan went out because of a meal.
 In the Mingshui Club far away from the city, the men in the "Shanshui Tianqing" compartment were holding tea in their hands and chatting happily.
 Several famous directors present here have been making movies since their debut in the 1970s and 1980s, and now they have achieved fame. They have won a lot of foreign and domestic awards. Some have already become foreigners, but they still prefer a strong Chinese atmosphere. Holding red sandalwood in his hand, there are eight imperial princes with slightly astringent taste in the cup.
 When Song Yan arrived, several people waved at him at the same time.
 "Oh, our inkstone is always here? Come and sit down and taste the tea. It's just delivered by air from West Lake."
 Song Yan took a seat with a gentle and humble smile: "It's too bad for me. The teacher should call me Yanyan."
 The man who joked was Yu Weiguang, who had a glance at Song Yan at the school gate. The movie pushed Song Yan to the podium of the new film star. For Song Yan, he is Bole and a teacher.
 Director Guo complimented: "Old Yu can still call you Ayan, and we will call you Yanshi honestly. For the movie I'm going to start shooting in the second half of the year, if Bai Shi didn't vote for 200 million, then I'm really worried about the special effects."
 The people here are all his predecessors. They are the director and he is the actor. In the past, he was called Ayan because of the intimacy of the elders to the younger generation and the division of status. But now Ayan has become the capital, and getting along is obviously different from before.
 Song Yan said modestly: "That was President Bai's decision. I really won't be able to take credit for this."
 Going back and forth, enough compliments, and the rainbow fart is over, finally talking about the movie.
 There is a faint temptation in the words of Director Guo: "Ah Yan will have the schedule next year? I have a fairy book in my hand, a big IP. If I am interested, let me show it to you?"
 Song Yan asked: "Big IP? Adapted from a novel?"
 "Yes, it has been popular on the Internet for more than ten years. The original reader base is very large, and it is very popular among male and female readers."
 Another director smiled and dismantled it: "What do you do with so many tall guys, just fall in love, and it's popular to shoot this now."
 Director Guo chuckled, and continued: "I heard that Yu said that you have long since stopped accepting emotional drama books, and don't always accept those who have bitterness and hatred. You have so many female fans. At any rate, you can make a film to satisfy them. need."
 "It's not that I don't want to pick it up." Song Yan tilted his head and smiled mildly. "It's just that emotional drama is really not what I'm good at, for fear of ruining this big IP."
 Director Guo is still unwilling to give up: "Isn't your debut is an emotional drama? Now Lao Yu still relies on it to earn word of mouth, why can't you film Lao Yu's emotional drama if you made mine?"
 Yu Weiguang laughed loudly and helped round the scene: "That's really to blame me, Ayan just made my debut and filmed my sadomasochism, and the ending is all written to him, and he has a shadow in his heart."
 "Is the stamina so great?" Director Guo was not convinced, "Ayan, isn't your wife from an idol drama? She doesn't usually teach you one or two tricks?"
 Song Yan smiled, "It would be okay if she was willing to teach me."
 Director Guo retired and asked for the next best thing: "Then, is your wife interested in—"
 "If Director Guo likes my wife, just contact her agent directly. If Director Guo is because of me, then there is no need. She is more fierce and doesn't want to have anything to do with me in this respect."
 Several directors, including Yu Weiguang, looked at each other. Wen Li has reached the top of the TV drama circle. Now that she is the queen of ratings, few people will refute it. The traffic itself is high and the commercial value is high. It's not that there is no movie book to find the door, but whether it is direct The one who was looking for her was through Song Yan. She solemnly refused after weighing it up. At present, she only accepts some light comedy movies that are not high investment or can be managed.
 Movies and TV do have different requirements for acting skills. Even the most experienced drama actors in the industry sometimes risk being overpowered when they appear on the screen.
 It seems that I can only find someone else.
 Director Guo sighed, rather regretful: "The girl I recently accepted is still a fan of yours. Originally, she wanted to use this movie to chase a star, so I guess she has to quarrel with me again, causing a headache."
 Immediately someone said: "Oh, you are taking a girl again? Is this not accepting the old?"
 Director Guo rolled his eyes: "Fuck your mother, you are not serious, just a girl, what are you thinking about."
 The others nodded meaningfully, with an ambiguous tone: "Well, girl-girl."
 Song Yan just drank tea and listened. The circle has been around for a long time. Among them, the pickled noodles have long understood. When they heard that Director Guo’s dry girl is a little idol who sings and dances, everyone teased him to follow the fashion and change the taste. Nian still likes innocent ladies, and now I like energetic girls again.
 He gradually lost interest in listening, looked away, and accidentally saw a painting hanging on the wall in the inner hall of the box.
 The brush strokes of the country, the snow-capped mountains and pine trees
 The inscriptions below are small and far apart, making it difficult to see clearly.
 "I can see it?" Yu Weiguang also likes calligraphy and painting. Seeing him staring at the painting, he took the initiative to say, "Master Xu's works have been in the early years, and the auction house is only 70 or 80, but it is definitely not as good as yours. That pomegranate picture, if it’s put out for auction now, at least this number will start, are you interested in letting Xianxian?"
 Immediately compared with a number.
 Song Yan said warmly and excuses: "Then I have to ask my wife, I can't be the master of that painting."
 Yu Weiguang sneered: "Your wife, your wife, then you would call your wife over and I will tell her, why don't you take someone to do it?"
 Song Yan rarely brought Wen Li to private games like this. For female artists, this kind of game is an upward ladder and an inescapable shackle. Don't even want to take it off once you put it on.
 However, several directors never made fun of Wen Li. First, Wen Li was upright and sat firmly in the frontline position. Second, she was married to Song Yan.
 Third, they have not found Wen Li's background.
 Smart people know that if you can't find it, it is the most terrible, which means that the person behind her is not leaking.
 The master and apprentice were whispering, and the other men were shouting to ask Director Guo to bring the damsel over and let her dance in front of her to show off her talent.
 Director Guo was so upset that he had no choice but to say: "Okay, okay, can't I call people in?"
 After drinking tea, Song Yan politely found an excuse to leave.
 Director Guo kept him: "Ayan, don't you watch dancing? My daughter is still your fan."
 "I don't look at it." Song Yan smiled, "My wife's taste has been taken care of by him."
 The rain hasn't stopped on the way home, and the moist smell is accompanied by the cool breeze at the turn of spring and summer, and the green trees on both sides of the road are blown slightly.
 Drinking tea to wake up, but Song Yan's eyelids were sleepy, and he tilted his head back and leaned against the seat lazily.
 When I closed my eyes, I seemed to hear the noisy DJ song that night. I wondered where she heard the song. It was not good at all. If it weren’t for the beautiful and slender dancers, the whole bathroom was full of The refreshing and sultry fragrance of her toiletries.
 Sue!
 Her voice played automatically in her ears, and Song Yan burst into laughter, and she was completely drowsy for a moment.
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 Because it was a private trip, the program crew would not follow the filming. When Song Yan arrived home at night, he happened to meet the choreographer who was throwing garbage up and down.
 During the recording and shooting, the film crew will be in their house downstairs to ensure that they will not disturb the relationship between the husband and wife, and they can also deal with the situation at any time.
 "Ms. Song is back?" The young female director was excited, "Ms. Wen has been waiting for you for a long time."
 The director's expression looked dangerous. Song Yan didn't know what medicine she sold in the gourd, because when she opened the door, she deliberately stood outside the door for a few seconds, worried that a bucket or a bucket of flour might be smashed down.
 He rarely goes to variety shows, but it seems that other artists have been reorganized in this way.
 But no, the TV rang in the living room, and Wen Li came over: "Have you come back?"
 She was wearing a piece of cartoon pajamas, lying on the sofa and watching TV, her hair **** with a loose ball head, she is a very ordinary home dress.
 With light makeup on his face, Song Yan subconsciously glanced at the camera in the living room.
 "Yeah." He bent over to change his shoes.
 "I'll help you get slippers." Wen Li said quickly.
 Then he placed the slippers neatly at his feet and looked at him with a smile: "Let's wear them."
 Song Yan: "..."
 He picked up the slippers and shook upside down, and found that there was no needle hidden inside.
 Wen Li was puzzled by his action: "What are you doing?"
 Song Yan didn't change his face: "Shaking ashes."
 At this time, the entire crew downstairs smiled uncomfortably at the monitor.
 "There must be a reason for something abnormal, Mr. Song is afraid that his wife will undermine him hahahahahahahaha."
 "Looking at Teacher Wen in this way, it's more than that he has never acted spoiled to Teacher Song."
 Song Yan put on his slippers, and one arm was pulled by Wen Li again. He stiffened a bit and asked, "What's wrong?"
 "Huh? Nothing." Wen Li put on a formulaic business smile, eyes crooked, "You have a hard day on the road today, come sit down and I will rub your shoulders for you."
 Pulling him to the sofa to sit down, Wen Li squeezed his shoulders from behind, fearing that he was squeezed lightly or hard, and then bent over and asked softly in his ear: "Is the strength okay?"
 Song Yan's eyes were dim, he grabbed her wrist, smiled and said, "It's not troublesome, I'll just go back to the room and rest for a while."
 Wen Li stared blankly at him as he walked into the bedroom without looking back, and closed the door again.
 Then she stared fiercely at the camera in the living room: "He doesn't appreciate him, I can't do it."
 The small green light on the camera was on, and the director's voice sounded: "Mr. Wen, you're not acting like a baby."
 "I'm not called acting like a baby?" She just stood with arms akimbo in front of the camera and argued.
 Director: "Well, you are too subtle and the audience can't see it."
 "..." Wen Li gritted his teeth, discouraged, "Then I won't."
 The director began to guide her online, and the forty-something big man held his throat to behave like a little girl.
 Wen Li wrinkled her nose and said disgustedly: "If you want to do this, Song Yan should die. I will be killed by myself first."
 Her complaint made the house downstairs almost shaken with laughter.
 At the critical moment, the choreographer still has a way: "Ms. Wen, do you want me not to show you the videos of other female guests? Is Mr. Zheng's okay? Can you refer to it?"
 Wen Li remembered it when she heard it.
 Yes, she can't lose.
 But she was still a little worried: "Would he lose face if he doesn't appreciate me anymore?"
 "You can tell Teacher Song that the camera has been turned off. Maybe it's because Teacher Song didn't respond well to you in front of the camera?"
 It might be reserved.
 The little green light went out. Wen Li found the fruits at home, washed them, cut them into slices and put them on a plate, then opened the bedroom door with the fruit plate.
 She didn't say anything, walked to the camera pretendingly, and then pretended to "turn off" it.
 Song Yan, who was lying on the bed, looked at her like that, and suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Why turn off the camera?"
 Wen Li casually said: "You can't keep it on all day long. It's too late now, so just turn it off."
 She sat down by the bed with a fruit plate and smiled and asked, "Do you want to eat fruit?"
 Song Yan stared at her for ten seconds and stretched out his hand: "Thank you."
 Wen Li took the plate and hid back: "Hey, I'll feed you."
 "..."
 "Why don't you eat an apple first?"
 When Song Yan opened his mouth, the probing eyes never left her face, he chewed very gently, and the tip of his tongue sipped the sweet apple juice in his mouth.
 "Okay, now it's your turn to feed me." Wen Li opened his mouth, "Ah—"
 Song Yan's expression was deep, watching her obediently feed her a mouthful of fruit like a zoologist observing the great apes.
 "Well, it's really sweet." Wen Li sighed with contrived enjoyment, "The apple that my brother feeds is just, yes, sweet."
 Camera:"…"
 Camera crew downstairs: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."
 Song Yan was stunned, pursing his lips, twisting his beautiful eyebrows, and asked in a low voice, "What did you just call me?"
 "Huh? Brother."
 Wen Li thought to himself, isn't this a big killer for the soft sister to act like a baby? Why didn't this man react at all?
 She tilted her head and blinked: "Or do you prefer me to call your husband?"
 Song Yan's throat moved slightly, lowered his eyelids, and his eyelashes trembled like butterflies. When he looked up again, his eyes were covered with clouds and mist, mixed with inexplicable and inexplicable emotions.
 He hummed, with a little nasal sound: "Then you scream again."
 Wen Li asked: "What's your name? Brother? Husband?"
 The man's voice was dumb as if he had a cold: "It's up to you."
 "Brother, husband." Wen Li thought he wouldn't slurp his mouth anyway. Anyway, it was the effect of the program. They called everyone to satisfy him, and he rubbed his arm and said, "I still want to eat a grape."
 It's all other people, it's always acting like a baby, right?
 vomit-
 I don't know if fans who call her "Brother Sanli" after the first episode of the show will dislike her mother and turn off fans.
 Just when Wen Li was thinking that this person like me was going to collapse again, the man in front of him swept his arms and pulled him to bed, causing the fruit bowl to crackle to the ground.
 Song Yan stood up with his arms on top of her, looked at her from top to bottom, and pulled down the rabbit ears on the hat of her one-piece pajamas, almost asking in a voice: "Xiao Aijing, turn off the camera. What do you want to do?"
 At first, she thought she was cooperating with the program team to engage in some tricky part.
 Later I realized that she might have been assigned to act like a baby by the program team, and the program team did not have female staff, and did not know how to teach her.
 The performance traces are too heavy and the lines are blunt.
 If this is in class, Teacher Song will definitely fail her.
 That round ball head with rabbit pajamas, this look is too rare, the eyes are bright, rusty and clumsy, but really cute.
 But the camera is off.
 It's not recording a show.
 The man looked very angry, his face was strained, his eyebrows wrinkled tightly, and the roots of his ears were flushed.
 Wen Li's brain was short-circuited, and she couldn't figure out why it was like this for a while, and she didn't know where she had made Song Yan angry. Others acted like a baby in exchange for tenderness and affection. She didn't expect him to cooperate, at least to give some approval. Voice, don't be so scary.
 She swallowed, and said blankly: "Yes, people want to eat grapes."
 The man pressing on her smiled frivolously, using the tail of his eyes to look at her in a slow tone, stretched out his hand to pinch her face, and snorted depressedly.
 "I think you owe you fuck."
 It is said that people have two faces under the bed, and Song Yan sometimes does the same, and the emotions are overwhelming.
 Poor Teacher Song didn't know that his sorrows were being uttered by the public, and Teacher Wen had already flushed with embarrassment for him.
 The camera crew's reaction at this time was divided into two groups. A group of young girls held each other excitedly, and a group of "Kill me to cheer for these two" died without regrets and was about to bleed to death. A group of old men was embarrassed. She was shy and wanted to continue watching, but she was afraid of being scolded by the girl.
 "Cut out the trailer for me tomorrow. You must remember to silence the two words after Song Yan's sentence!"
 The director's eyes are shining, and he seems to have seen the big-character poster announcement in the annual report of the Radio and Television this year, which has crushed the super-high ratings of 52 channels across the country and his glorious future on stage to receive awards.
 The author has something to say:
 The theme of our play is social death! Don't even want to run away! The natural fishing system suppresses the black and the old color critic, I didn't expect it, Mr. Song
 Teacher Song: (sighs) The enemy is too fierce to resist
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 —I used to be spotless, but later I was covered in mud. Yet, you were always beautiful, delicate, and made me reluctant to let go.
 —You were so dazzling that you disturbed my pure dreams. Thus, I decided to crawl up from the mud and break away from you.
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 The brilliant and young high minister, noble and benevolent in character, was once renowned in the capital.
 Once the situation at court changed, his identity was questioned, and his name had since been tainted. As such, he left for a faraway place.
 The pure and innocent pearl of the Zhen family, favored and loved by all, once led a smooth and tranquil life.
 Overnight, the great mansion completely collapsed. She married a bad husband, and her soul succumbed to eternal rest. One day, she awoke from a great dream.
 Confronting the junction of fate, she was determined to change the course of events.
 Their reencounter transformed the trajectory of their lives.
 With his life-saving grace and meticulous care, Pei You’an brought hope to the helpless her.
 Staying by his side in happiness and in sorrow, in life and in death, Zhen Jiafu reawakened feelings of concern in the apathetic him.
 A letter replete with ardent love: traveling a thousand miles to be with the gentleman.
 Despite the chill of the snowy night, with warmth sustained by love, the two hearts were the most intimate they had ever been.
 Although the world has its ups and downs, with you keeping me company, this life is enough.
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 For a million worth of contract, she became a surrogate mother.
 He was the chief executive of the Empire and she was of lowly birth. With her adoptive father’s business falling into crisis, she agrees to his contract.
 She gave birth to twins: the older brother is healthy, while the younger brother didn’t breathe out. Fulfilling the contract with a huge monetary sum as the reward, she disappeared from his eyes.
 Six years later – he was still the cold high-profile president, but when she is accidentally imprisoned in the cage of his golden birds he pressured her harder and harder: “Woman, do not think you can escape my hands!”
 The old-fashioned man: “Mu Yazhe, you’d better leave her alone, this is the child’s mother!” The man becomes frightened, questioning the reason this child’s features bears such resemblance to…
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 Ji Yan discovered his wife, who hated him so much that she wished he was dead, had lost her memory after a car crash. She had changed so much it was like she was a totally different person… 
 When he goes to work: “Dear, don’t move, I’ll put on your shoes for you.” 
 When he is having a meal: “Dear, I have made all of your favourite dishes. You have worked hard, so eat up.” 
 When he finished work: “Dear, you have worked all day. I’ll massage your shoulders and feet.” 
 Ji Yan: “…” 
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 Tang Tang got pushed into the pond by her step sister who frequently bullied her. She thought she would meet her dead mother but, who knew, when she opened her eyes again, she was in a strange place. But what made her happy was that she had a super handsome husband and a very cute son. The most important thing was that her husband was good. He was a hero who protects the country, and earns money to support her and their son. Also, he only has her as his wife, he didn’t have any concubines or whatsoever. Tang Tang decided she should be submissive to her husband, to be a good wife and a loving mother. Her nanny no longer needed to worry about her not being able to get married anymore!
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 The challenges a female cultivator had to overcome on her life journey were countless. 
 She mustn’t be lacking in talent, cultivation techniques, medicinal pills, and magic weapons. Otherwise, her cultivation would progress too slowly. 
 She also mustn’t have too many emotions, weaknesses, kindness, and greed. If she had too much of them, she would soon be saying hello with death. 
 Moreover, she must look neither too pretty nor too ugly. Although she mustn’t be stupid, she also couldn’t be too intelligent. 
 Being a female cultivator, Mo Tiange naturally had to face those challenges. Nevertheless, being orphaned from a young age had toughened her tenacity and resilience. Neither having what were deemed as waste spiritual roots nor limited resources could deter her spirit. Staying as inconspicuous as possible but never let an opportunity go was her daily life. Follow Mo Tiange as she embarked on a journey to survive and achieve immortality in the harsh and merciless cultivation world…
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 The holographic online game BOSS Su Jiameng came across from the game and found that he had turned from an abusive BOSS into a tortured cannon fodder! Before, there was a black-bellied elder sister who was reborn with resentment and revenge. After that, there was a passing through the second sister with the aura of almighty Mary Su. There are also two buns and children’s shoes of various mischievous pit girls. Why don’t people have a good life? Su Jiameng, my goal is to take my son to conquer the sea of ​​stars, and refuse to fight in the house… Someone smiled and said that it is okay, Xiaomeng, you are responsible for making money and supporting the family, I am responsible for being beautiful, how about? Su Jiameng “……” (*^__^*) Ask for a pink ticket~~~~
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 Ye Yu transmigrated into a self-cultivation novel.
 Twice.
 After her second transmigration, she became the evil female side lead of the novel.
 In order to avoid a tragic ending, Ye Yu decided to stay away from the devil-like male lead. But she transmigrated over at an awkward time…
 Therefore, the second day after Ye Yu transmigrated over, news spread in the devil world- The Demon King had just gotten married last night and got kicked out of the palace by the Devil Queen.
 Demon officials: How bad must the Devil King’s skills be?
 Demon King: …
 After that-
 Ye Yu said: Don’t come over! I am really not the female lead! Male lead, you have gotten the wrong person!
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 He is a legendary business powerhouse, a King with a business empire. She is just an ordinary female student. A deal, – a paper marriage, a marriage for four years. Four years later, she turned away fearlessly. She thought that their path would never cross again, but he took her in his stride and refused to let go of everything about her, even interfering with her getting close to other men!
 “Luo Yibei, we’ve already divorced! We’re finished! Over!”
 “Yeah?”
 She had to ask what he meant.
 And he shoved a small bun in her bosom with a look of disapproval.
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 What does it feel like when you have a best-selling detective fiction author for a boyfriend?
 Whenever you offend him, he would look at you disdainfully, “A character molded after you could only ever appear in my novel as a deceased victim.”
 Whenever you seriously offend him, he would threaten you, “The very next victim who dies in my novel would be named after you.”
 Whenever you seriously, seriously offend him, he would add on to the previous threats, “Furthermore, the victim would have died at the hands of an extremely perverse and twisted serial killer, and would have suffered an extremely painful and terrible death.”
 But, by a stroke of coincidence, if you happen to be this best-selling author’s editor, he need not resort to the above mentioned tactics. In fact, all he has to do is one, single thing – 
 -Delay the submission of his draft.
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 The archaeologist “red-haired witch” made too big of a disturbance while excavating tombs, gloriously becoming a martyr in the midst of the grave chamber’s collapse. Seventeen years later, she had transmigrated into the Five Regions Continent. The delinquent Meng Fuyao who struggled to survive in the lowest rungs of society, cast aside her boyfriend who was about to marry another person with a slice of his five fingers.
 “Believe me, she will be an absolutely perfect wife. With her by your side, you will be like an aristocrat and her luxury poodle – no matter where you go, your status will increase by a hundred-fold and complement each other perfectly.”
 Forsaken love, abandoned like dog shit. From then on it was a boundless sky and open sea, a trek of ten thousand li. To obtain the Seven States seals, fight against the world first. For the hope of return in her heart, brazenly collide with the Machiavellian royalty of the seven states, uniting the outstanding and talented under the heavens through fortuitous meetings.
 And so, will this road of chanced affection go through the peak of heavenly mountains and the warmth of bonfires; the glint of sword shadows and the coldness of the glance backwards; the autumn sun’s golden wind and the flying sweep of the robe sleeve; or that chilly moonlit forest and that sprint like an arrow’s? Once love and that chosen, narrow path cross each other, which will prevail?
 She said, I can dedicate myself to you, but if you do not want my body of hot blood, then I must draw your blood. She said, the efforts of my entire life have run in the opposite direction of true love, so are the heavens laughing at me? Then I guess I can only laugh at the heavens.
 Three chi of torn silk, one zhang of spilt blood. A thousand li of expanded territory, ten thousand fallen corpses. One day the Luan and Phoenix will soar up with the winds, and Fuyao will rise straight up, ninety thousand li.
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 Jiang Cha was a workaholic in her last life. She separated from her husband and gave her son to be raise by a nanny. She devoted herself to her career.
 She fell ill at a young age and died of cancer at the age of 30.
 Opening her eyes again, Jiang Cha returned to four years ago.
 This time, she made up her mind not to be a workaholic but to concentrate on taking care of her little baby.
 As for the husband… It doesn’t matter.
 Shen Rang found that his wife has changed a lot recently.
 Go home after work on time, personally pick up their child from school, and strive to learn cooking. She seems to develop in the direction of a good wife and mother.
 But later, Shen Rang found that Jiang Cha has developed only in terms of being a good mother.
 How about a good wife?
 He’s almost abandoned.
 But what?
 He was even more excited about such Jiang Cha.
 Small theater:
 When alone:
 Shen Zhi, holding a pillow a little bigger than himself, stood at the door of Jiang Cha’s room and asked pitifully, “Mom, can I sleep with you?”
 Jiang Cha looked at her baby and waved, “Come here to mom will sleep with you tonight.”
 Later, when mom and Dad were together:
 One day, Shen Zhi, who was afraid of thunder, came to Jiang Cha with a pillow. “Mom, Zizai is afraid of QAQ.”
 Jiang Cha was distressed, “Come here, mom.”
 Shen Rang, who was asked to turn over and get out of bed. “Come on, son, Dad will coax you to sleep.”
 Shen Zhi: QAQ… I want mom.
 Shen Rang: Little Cub, don’t think about it. Your mother is mine.
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 When Imperial Grandson Liu Zhao chose his future wife, with a wave of his pen, he circled Gu Jiu’s name. He said resolutely, “I want her!”
 With a decree, the emperor bestowed marriage.
 One after another, everyone dropped by to congratulate Gu Jiu. Sure enough, it was her dumb luck to marry the Imperial Grandson. Facing everyone’s blessings, Gu Jiu smiled on the surface, but in her heart, she was cursing fiercely.
 In her lifetime, the luckiest thing that happened to Gu Jiu was to die of illness but unexpectedly traverse to the ancient times and live a second time. And the most unfortunate thing that happened to her was meeting the Imperial Grandson Liu Zhao.
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 It was rumoured that Imperial Grandson Liu Zhao was graceful, elegant, gentle, refined, humble, polite and courteous.
 Gu Jiu: Hehe!
 The world was blind. That man was obviously two-faced, cunning, deceitful, treacherous, with the ambition of wild wolves and a great villain. He was like the tyrannical male lead who is written by the screenwriter to die in the finale but fans still feel distressed for him.
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 It was rumoured that the Gu family’s second daughter Gu Jiu was soft, gentle, virtuous, frail and tender.
 Liu Zhao: What? Gentle, virtuous, frail and tender is all fake.
 That woman was obviously aojiao, selfish, bad-tempered and narrow-minded; a little foodie with a soft and delicate body that wasn’t easy to push over.
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 The first time they met:
 When Liu Zhao tried to misbehave with Gu Jiu, her mind came up with 108 ways of murdering him.
 Gu Jiu defended herself, pointing at Liu Zhao and said, “You won’t do!”
 Pfft!
 Liu Zhao was completely defeated.
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 The second time they met:
 Gu Jiu fell into the lake. Liu Zhao heroically rescued the beauty.
 Gu Jiu slapped the back of his hand, “Spoiling my good deeds!”
 Liu Zhao was completely defeated once again.
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 At last, there came a day when Liu Zhao married Gu Jiu back home.
 The little foodie with a soft and delicate body that wasn’t easy to push over was finally locked up in his embrace.
 He said lovingly, “Wife, it’s not early. Let’s enter the bridal chamber, ba.”
 Gu Jiu smiled bashfully, “Husband, my body is uncomfortable. I’m afraid we cannot enter the bridal chamber tonight.”
 Pfft!
 Liu Zhao once again suffered 10,000 points of injury.
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 If she were to make the choice again, Ji Bai would never have let her two-faced sickly sister use her as a personal blood bank. She simply wanted to live her own life.
 But in her previous life, Ji Bai ended up neglecting that intimidating young boy.
 When she escaped the hospital in an anemic state with nowhere to go, she fainted in the streets. He brought her home, took care of her meticulously and cherished her.
 For countless long nights, he would kiss the ugly scar on her spine where they drew blood from her.
 Even after her death, he went mad and broke into the funeral to take her ice cold body.
 Returning to when she was 16, Ji Bai seemed to not be afraid of him. When he stared at her from a dark and gloomy corner, Ji Bai looked back at him with a sweet smile.
 “As long as you behave, I’ll be your good friend.”
 Hearing her sincere warning, he looked down at her and laughed coldly——
 “Who the hell wants to be your good friend?”
 He just wanted to hold her in his arms.
 **
 Now that she was reborn, Ji Bai wanted to pay her gratitude to Xie Sui and change his rough destiny. But that violent teenager seemed to not have taken her warning seriously.
 Until one day, Xie Sui stopped her from leaving the classroom and held her hand tightly. His body was burning hot, and there was a devilish smile on his lips.
 “You want me to listen to you? Then be more obedient.”
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