Si Jin

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If she had known he was so noble and domineering, a man not to be trifled with, could she have shoved the nozzle into his mouth?
No.
If she had known he was the rich and powerful Crown Prince, could she have accidentally bitten him?
No.
If she had known he was the "Cold-faced King of Hell" whom everyone respected yet kept at a distance, would she still have checked him for drunk driving?
No.
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Lian Qiao, grayer than Cinderella, could never have imagined she would have any connection with such a man. Yet here she was, kidnapped in broad daylight and humiliated without anyone daring to interfere. Could she refrain from biting him, biting him, and continuing to bite him?
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He, whose family background was illustrious and who was so handsome that it was ridiculous, never got close to women. No woman should even dream of approaching within three feet of him. Yet not only had she come close, she had inserted and even bitten. Could he forgive her, forgive her, and keep forgiving her?
*When equatorial glaciers melt, when they become engrained in flesh and blood...
What would become of him and her?
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[One-liner introduction]: This is the growth story of a sneaky, sarcastic woman with a venomous tongue hiding behind a smile; and the pursuit of a wife by a tyrannical, yet devoted husband as cold and ruthless as the King of Hell himself. P: On the tumultuous path, conflicts arise anew; witness Sijin once again portray boundless love and ultimate indulgence. Invariable principle: A little torment for affection, never too much, one on one to the end!
[Excerpt]:
She had vanished for six years, and to her surprise, as soon as she returned to the country and disembarked the plane, he slapped handcuffs on her.
"Girl, both deserting a spouse and deserting the army cost dearly. Which are you guilty of?" he asked.
"Uncle..." Behind her, a cute and innocent little fairy with eyes brimming with tears asked innocently in a milky voice, "Why are you catching my mommy?"
He was taken aback. Could this be their daughter?
"Little girl, how old are you?" he asked.
"Four years old," the little beauty replied with a sweet smile.
What a joke!
I, the genius little schemer, why should I tell you the truth? What does it matter if you are my daddy? Dare to bully my mommy, and wait to see my seventy-two transformations...
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The runaway wife is back!

Beijing is just that big, they all know each other, but those two didn't have much to do with one another, especially now, on Red Thorn's turf, where he was a member of the Red Thorn Special Forces and didn't have much regard for these pseudo-men involved in promotional work.


Of course, subconsciously a bigger reason was the sparkling look in Shu Shuang's eyes when he saw her.


With a chuckle, Miao Liang didn't get angry at his rudeness, but with a good-natured demeanor, took the document bag in his hand and walked toward Shu Shuang.


"Didn't expect you'd come today, want to join us?"


After the celebration, there was a military performance and a dinner event; as a journalist for the People's Liberation Army newspaper, Shu Shuang was naturally going, though initially, she planned to have Lian Qiao accompany her. But after a surreptitious glance at Wei Liao, she gladly agreed.


"Sure, I still have many things I don't understand and would like to ask you about."


Chapter 145 I Think You Want to Play the Rogue (3)