Su Zihuan

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[First Comes Marriage, Then Comes Love/Marriage Life/Flash Marriage/1V1, The Limitlessly Doting Older Man VS The Sprightly Young Wife]
At nineteen years old, Ran Yu dressed as a man to attend a wealthy family's "bride selection banquet," only to become the unwitting prey of a certain man.
After eating his fill, he, with slender fingers holding a cigarette, was swallowing and puffing smoke, displaying an elegant and noble air, the very image of a proud scion from a wealthy family.
Only she knew how wicked he was behind closed doors!
Sharp-tongued, scheming, narcissistic, proud but shy… Plus an overpowering possessiveness towards her, that was her flash-marriage husband, Lu Ziheng.
[Doting on the Wife]
Lu's father: Ziheng, your wife has smashed another of dad's collected vases.
Lu Ziheng: If Grandpa hasn't said anything, what’s the rush?
Lu's mother: Ziheng, can you control your wife? The headteacher called, she's been racing at school again…
Lu Ziheng: I can't manage school matters.
Lu Nancheng: Third, your wife…
Lu Ziheng: Okay, it's all my doing! What now?
Lu Nancheng: …I just wanted to say, your wife was helping to cut fruit in the kitchen, and she cut her finger without realizing it…
Before he could finish speaking, the man rushed to the kitchen…
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The completed series "Mr. Han's Warm Marriage Diary," "President Jing Wants to Remarry Every Day"
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My Surprise Wife

"There's too many, I can't try them all on," Feng Yanyan said hurriedly at the sight of so many clothes.


Yan Nansheng still gazed at her steadily, suddenly stood up, and within a few steps was right in front of her.


Because they were so close, Feng Yanyan's breath tightened, and she instinctively thought about stepping back, but then...


The dress she was wearing had long sleeves, yet even so, she could instantly feel the warmth of his two large hands on her arm, so hot...


Yan Nansheng looked into her clear black-and-white apricot eyes and spoke in a low voice, "Height, one meter sixty-five."


Then, spreading his hands, he lifted her arms, his pitch-black pupils gazing downwards, muttering to himself, "Shoulder width: 32."


"Cup size." Yan Nansheng squinted his eyes, "A..."


149 said you are my husband [asking for tickets]_2