The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man - Chapter 474 - : 474 Stole Qingyue’s money1

Mu Haohao, the younger sister of the president of the Mu family, has a good appearance, a good family background, everything is good, but her life is a little shorter, at the age of 20.

Life is short so far, and relatives deeply regret at the funeral. Such a good girl has never even talked about love… Before the words fall, one, two, three, four, five men came… Each claimed to be a widow.

The deeds of the Sea King during his lifetime were exposed, and the scene of the rollover after his death was comparable to hell. The male protagonists have green lights on their heads, so angry that they are all reborn.

Blocked the shivering little girl in the corner and asked, “Speak, who to choose?!” – I thought it was a close competition, but only later did I realize that we… surrendered willingly.

[The heroine is not a sea king, but has hidden feelings] [1V1, Shuangjie] [Sweet pet, relaxed]

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Zhang Xuan traverses into a foreign world and becomes an honorable teacher. A mysterious library appears in his mind. As long as it is something he has seen, regardless of whether it is a human or an object, a book on its weakness would be automatically compiled. Thus, he became formidable.

“Emperor Haotian, why don’t you like to wear underwear? To think that you’re still an emperor, can you pay more attention to your image?”

“Fairy Linglong, if you continue to suffer from insomnia, you can always look for me. I have a way with lullabies!”

“You as well, Qiankun Demon Lord, can you cut down on the garlic? Do you want to stink me to death?”

…

This is an incredible story about the heritage between teacher and students, cultivating and guiding the world’s strongest experts.

The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.