Qiao Qiqi

Mum ran away, dad's crippled, and I'm about to be sold to a brothel.
Qiao Xiaomai rolled up her sleeves in anger: If you've taken from me, regurgitate it.
If you've seized what's mine, return it.
All scumbags, clear off.
A certain man finished tidying up the mess, rolled up his sleeves and pulled Qiao Xiaomai into a light laugh: "My lady, if you're this fiery and domineering at night, your husband..."
Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, patted the spot next to her: "My dear, come warm the bed~"

Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

As a girl, even though I often acted carelessly, I always harbored the heart of a young girl.


Today, two hundred people came to give gifts, mostly flowers, bundled up, arranged into wreaths, crafted into playful shapes, and one person even delivered a wall of flowers, piled high with pretty blossoms, with her name spelled out in the middle with red flowers.


Everyone arrived with smiles as they delivered the flowers, their handsome faces adding to the joy—why wouldn't I be happy?


I enjoyed the pastoral life and fine cuisine, but I had no desire to be a chef tied to the kitchen stove all day long.


Being pursued and treated with kind gestures, why wouldn't I be glad?


After glaring at Tong Sanlang, I placed the little flower wall on the bed, finding this modern method of courtship fresh and amusing in this era.


Chapter 1211 - You Can Leave_1