The Older Man Is Addicted To Pampering His Wife - Chapter 64 - She Is Her Biological Child

Lin Qing He transmigrated into a novel and became one of its cannon fodders. The novel’s background is non-viable 1960s, a time of want to eat but nothing to eat and want to wear but nothing to wear. Although there is a lack of supplies and life was monotonous, this wasn’t what she was concerned about because she got a small personal interspatial space, which was stuffed with supplies, so temporarily there were no worries about her basic needs.What she’s worried about is that if she remembers correctly, her three so-called sons will become big villains in the future, and their upright and cold dad will end up with an undeniable end.Lin Qing He looked at the three future villain sons, the eldest who was only five years old, the second child was only three years old, and the third child was only one year old, and decided to give them half of a big white bun first…

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During a luxurious cruise trip, he and she met unexpectedly~ Two months later, she was pregnant. They got married because of the child, but on their wedding day, he forced her to sign a divorce agreement. After the divorce, she thought they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. Who knew he would appear in her life again. When she went on a blind date, he showed up: “This is my ex-wife. She just separated from me.” When she went traveling, he followed her. She was furious: “We are already divorced, what do you want?!” “Let's get back together.” He started to pester her shamelessly. Given all the misunderstandings between them, how should she decide? Let's see who surrenders first~

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.