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Blizzard [Love After Marriage]
[Column pre-collection of "Vulgar Love Songs" and "Falling Rain in Spring" for collection]
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Li Xian was taken home by his biological parents, and the first thing was to get married.
The newlywed husband is the current speaker of the Meng family, with a noble status and rarely shows up.
lived on the streets of the market for twenty-five years, and Li Xian did not give up his job as a reporter after marriage, running around all night haggard and gloomy, often bending his waist for five buckets of rice, and the noblewomen at the same tea party were different from the muddy clouds.
One day, I had nothing to do to turn over the garden, and I inadvertently turned around and found that someone was drinking tea under the pavilion, moving slowly and orderly.
In the drizzle of snow, Li Xian curled up his muddy fingers and asked Mr. Meng if he would stay for dinner?
The housekeeper replied politely: Mr. Meng will leave later, and please ask your wife to do her own dinner at your own convenience.
That day, she suddenly remembered the first time they met.
The door of the box opened, and the people sitting inside were crowded and pursued, suddenly turned their heads to look over, raised their chins, and closed their eyes slightly.
Someone beside Li Xian wanted to speak and stopped, saying that this was Meng Ke.
The crack in the door is hidden, and the people inside have an innate sense of condescending gaze.
No one knew that such a noble and arrogant person would one day miss the night for her.
His shoulders were covered with snow, his trousers were wet with mud, and his voice was tired, saying that marriage is marriage, and you are you.
"I can afford it."
"I didn't even think about putting it down."
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I'm Blizzard Boundless.
If you look at me, I will gently dissolve.
- Mia Cotto|Jesus Salem
|Elitist and arrogant boss*Lucky tabloid
| Marriage before love, old house on fire, age difference of 9 years
——Pre-collection: vulgar love songs——
Zheng Xiwen's life is like a green train, day after day, and there are few mistakes.
Knowing Song Luqi was accidental.
After getting acquainted, she vaguely knew his origin and was exiled from Beijing. But she remembered every moment when he carelessly stirred up the storm, and he was silent.
Later, he really made a comeback, and he wanted to take her with him when he left.
She knowingly refused.
"Okay. Let's go. He waved his hand and walked into the crowd without looking back.
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Song Luqi has the longest memory, and the mistakes he has made never repeated.
For example, a certain city committed a certain amorous disease in a certain year and month, and almost made a mistake, and never fell in love again.
So when we meet again, it's just a faint glance, the footsteps don't stop, and the effort of nodding and greeting is saved.
But he heard a commotion behind him.
She stood in the middle of the crowd with a young man, singing for him that minute by minute.
May I take you to the sky ......
with a rocket His voice was gentle and delicate, no different from the previous whisper of his lips in his ear.
The soot spark in his hand burned his hands, and he turned back in the boiling uproar.
