After dressing as the heroine of good fortune, she hung up
The big man of the last days once crossed over and became a famous peasant fool girl in ten miles and eight villages.
There is a vicious grandmother who treats their family as an old scalper, there is a "koi" cousin who is bent on climbing high branches, and there is a cousin waiting to suck their blood.
Lin Huaiyi, who has been stupid for eighteen years, is angry!
Hand hit the best relatives, kick the door to fight the snobbery of the autumn wind.
Roll up your sleeves and make money!
What? You say she's poor and widowed?
It's okay to be poor, I don't let go of any of the eight major cuisines of selling ice powder to make dim sum, and I have to engage in a one-stop service of weaving, dyeing, embroidery, and embroidery.
Too many dishes don't know how to do? It's okay, the plane system is taught online, and learning won't pull it down.
It's okay to be widowed, pick up a handsome scholar when you go out, your face is like a crown and a bright moon, and the imperial examination is like a hanging.
It's just that the scholar's body is not good, and he vomits blood when he is stimulated.
Not a big problem.
Lin Huaiyi touched his white and tender little face: The weak little scholar can be pampered.