The Crippled CEO Fell For Me - Chapter 889: Not Doing Well

Floods, torrential rains, extreme cold, heatwaves, hail, earthquakes, polar nights and polar days… Overnight, the world transformed immensely as numerous natural disasters swept across it.Gu Yan knew, who struggled alone in the post-apocalyptic world for ten years, finally met her end alongside her enemies.Upon opening her eyes again, Gu Yan knew with her space ability replanted herself back three months before the apocalypse.Her younger brother had not yet been washed away by a sudden flood, and her boyfriend had not been frozen to death by his cousin in extreme coldness.With her soon-to-be useless company, she tricked her cousin's family out of billions, and Gu Yan knew started her delightful stockpiling life.From pearl milk tea and instant noodles, hot pots and rice with big plate chicken,To things that fly and swim,Whether for eating, drinking, playing, or using,All that can be thought of and not, she arranged everything.Whether it could be of use or not, stockpiling was the key!

Aziz, a young orphan, had always known there was something different inside him. Despite the achievements and the luxury that surrounded him, he felt empty — as if something essential was missing.On a silent night, lost in thought, he fell asleep in search of answers.Little did he know that would be his last night in this world.——-Guys, this is my first time writing a novel. Support me with a gift if you can.

The little security guard, Qin Yu, was chosen by a glamorous and wealthy CEO to become her personal bodyguard. Little did he know, this glamorous and wealthy CEO had a double identity, and was actually his wife from a flash marriage a year ago, registered and all. Neither of them recognized the other, but as they lived together day and night, one awkward situation followed another. They had become the most familiar pair of stranger spouses!

Venshiro, a young ronin bound to the Black Vein Blade, is hunted by clans who would kill for the curse he carries. Every time he draws the sword, it takes something from him—his memories, his soul. But the blade remembers everything.And now, it wants more.