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Jiang Chenyu, the emperor of the business world, vowed not to marry, until one day, he was forced to have a little wife, and Jiang Shao opened a new chapter in his life! "Boss, the wife smashed the Wei family." Man: "Are you angry?" "No..." Man: "Call a few more people to help her." "Boss, the wife had a fight with someone and the person was hospitalized." "Is she satisfied?" "No" The man continued to work, "Continue." One day, when the man learned that she had a fight again, he was angry, "Gu Xiaonuan, are you asking for a beating?!" A certain Xiaonuan: "Husband, you were not like this before~" The man pointed at her big belly, "Did you have anything in your belly before!" Seven months pregnant, she went to fight? She scared the other party away directly, and his soul was scared away, but she was proud that she won without making a move!
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He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat o
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The marriage war is endless. He doesn't bow his head, nor does she. It has become a sharp blade of mutual torture. In the end, he understands this feeling and the feeling will bind him for a lifetime.
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Mr. Song: "Doctor, my wife's brain went wrong after she was rescued from suicide. She often calls herself "this concubine", believes in Ultraman, is obsessed with Princess Huanzhu, and asked me to turn over the green head card, otherwise she would refuse to "sleep with me". The most outrageous thing is: this woman who cried and chased me and forced me to marry her back then actually wants to divorce me?!" "Mr. Song, isn't divorce what you dream of?" "I was sure to divorce before, she was arrogant and unreasonable, and interfered with my life tyrannically, but now..." "Mr. Song, you are in the late stage of the crematorium of chasing your wife, there is no hope, just go and serve your little ancestor!"
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PROLOGUE:★ ★ ★ ★"Ana. . ." he whispered, his smile dropping as he closed the distance between us. "I'm sor. . ."My right hand met his cheek brutally, stopping all that he had to say. "How dare you?!" I hissed, landing another smack on the same spot. " How could you do this to me? " I raised my hand up again to place another one, but he caught my wrist before I could do so."Plan your next move very carefully," he spoke in a low tone, tighteni