The King’s Game - Chapter 75 - Black Suits XIX]

Shen Xian died suddenly due to an accident, and traveled to an ancient abo abuse text, becoming a scumbag who was so angry in the book that his father had a stroke, his mother swallowed medicine, and his wife divorced. The eighth aunt had to take a detour when she saw Shen Xian.
In the original book, Shen Xian entangled Lin Qinghan in every possible way, asking Lin Qinghan for money from time to time, and the hero Lu Jianbai in the original book was a doctor in the same department as Lin Qinghan. Shen Xian who blackmailed and asked for money was sent to prison.
Shen Xian held his forehead and thought: She is not suitable for this peerless scum!
Fortunately, she still has a system to follow her, so Shen Xian tore up the plot of the original book:
A friendly conversation with the daughter will be rewarded with 50 yuan;
Take father to go downstairs for a walk and reward 100 yuan;
100 yuan reward for going to kindergarten to pick up daughter after school;
With some money obtained from doing missions, Shen Xian returned to his previous career and opened a small venture capital company, but within a short period of time, the company made its mark in Linhai City, while his ex-wife Lin Qinghan and her daughter kept changing. My thoughts on Shen Xian…
the
small theater:
Shen Tian licked the strawberry candy and complained: Mom, Mom, there are several beautiful ladies in Mommy’s office today.
Lin Qinghan raised his eyebrows and looked at Shen Xian: Really?
Shen Xian (nervously) explained: Hey, my daughter-in-law, I was wrong, they are just partners.
Lin Qinghan’s lips twitched into a smile: “Let’s settle the accounts when we go back tonight.”
Shen Xian: woo woo woo~ I’m afraid

Note: 1. There is no prototype, so don’t make up your mind.
2. The author is so weird, if you scold me, I will just groan.
3. If you don’t like it, please don’t tell me if you abandon the article.
4. Thanks to the little cuties who accompanied me all the way, keep chirping!

Content tags: rebirth face slap sweet text wear book
Search keywords: Protagonist: Shen Xian, Lin Qinghan ┃ Supporting role: “Falling in love with an ex after breaking up” ┃ Others: abo, gl, Chuanshu
One-sentence introduction: After transmigrating into a scumbag, she reformed her daily life of chasing a wife.

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Yun Che, a big shot in the doomsday, who even the militaries drooled upon, finally died in the hands of his beloved and family. After reincarnation, he wanted to live for his own!

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