Peace Order - Chapter 50 - 47 The Number One in the World! _2

Traveling through the world in the book, he also became a dog-licking villain. Fortunately, with omniscience and omnipotence, Su Hao successfully reversed his fate.

Su Hao set a small goal for himself, to play the villain well first, so that the heroine would hate him, so he directly took the drunk CEO Bingshan to open a room, and forced him to be afraid, but the heroine in his arms not only did not dislike it, but Eager to try you…

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Qi Mo had been enthroned for less than a month, and died of physical and mental exhaustion.
When I opened my eyes again, I became a love brain female supporting role in an ancient entertainment novel, disguised as a dog man and woman disguised as a man to participate in the audition, tore to death with the dog man’s deadly rival Lan Muzhou, and was finally hacked by the whole network to the point of depression .
Looking at the trainee who was as rough as a woman, Qi Mo was surprised: “Using ugliness as beauty?”
Seeing the contestants lift up their shirts on the stage, Qi Mo frowned: “I don’t respect masculinity!”
Thinking that he would lose the game in the book, Qi Mo had a playful face: As a woman, wouldn’t it be embarrassing if she lost to a man?
So during the performance, the black fans who wanted to kill Qi Mo at the top of their voices saw——
Qi Mo’s spin and 720° mid-air rotation blows up the audience.
It’s the same as what I’ve seen in martial arts movies!
…But this is fucking reality! !
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Ever since Qi Mo changed his attitude and started to practice dance with Lan Muzhou, the “Weekend CP” who ranked first x last was praised by netizens.
After seeing the violent remarks of netizens knocking on CP, Lan Muzhou’s face was flushed, disgusted and weird in his heart, he hurriedly said: “I don’t like men, can you stay away from me?”
Not long after, he watched Qi Mo being surrounded by a crowd of stars, and even his arch-rival who only wanted to use Qi Mo in the past intentionally interacted intimately with Qi Mo in front of the camera.
Lan Muzhou finally lost his composure, and blocked Qi Mo in the changing room: “Do you still like him?”
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At the banquet, a certain young master took the initiative to introduce to Lan Muzhou, “That is the only daughter of the Qi family. She grew up abroad and just returned to China. She is right in the same family as you.”
Lan Muzhou turned his head impatiently, “You’re the same family.”
But when he saw Qi Mo in women’s clothing, he almost knocked over his wine glass.
Are you sure the Qi family only has…the only daughter? ?
#口味身直口hard-hearted and soft-hearted second-generation ancestor who loves to blush
#Superficially uninhibited, cynical and principled heroine
#Male Strong Female Stronger

Read the guide:
·Maybe a little sand sculpture
·The heroine comes from the heroine, examines moderately, and understands the equality of men and women
·The hero doesn’t like men, he only likes Qi Mo
·This entertainment circle is not equal to the real entertainment circle, the author has the final say, do not substitute

One-sentence introduction: The female dignitary wears to the modern age
Conception: Create a better future together

Content Tags: entertainment circle ancient wear today women disguised as men cool text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Qi Mo, Lan Muzhou ┃ Supporting role: column has advance receipt~ ┃ Others:

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Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

Have you heard stories of love, love that would never waver for years, decades, centuries or even millenniums to come?But can you really call it love?To keep loving someone forever and ever can't be anything less than crazy, can it?This is one such story.A story of a crazy love.And it's also a story of ...Someone somewhere who wished to be saved.Someone somewhere who wished to be free.Someone somewhere who wished to be able to someday make a wish.It's a story that was supposed to be a fairytale but it turned too ugly, too twisted, and far too wretched to be called one.