Bringing the Nation’s Husband Home

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No matter what the reason she initially climbed into his bed, he knew clearly that it would not be because he loved him.

Maybe she had drunk that night as Xu Jiamu’s substitute, or maybe it was drunk-post-chaotic-sexual. Anyway, things had happened and the water was hard to collect. When he woke up the next day, he might have made an excuse at random Annoy him.

In fact, he knew clearly that the transaction was definitely not her original intention, but he just took hypnosis seriously and did transactions with her endlessly, and then he could comfort himself, not because he betrayed his brother Xu Jiamu, It's Joanne who seduce the woman first.

He was really impure, really bad, but he couldn't help it, he could only hold the handle and do something with her again and again.

Later, his good relationship with Joan began to improve, and he took care of it cautiously. Later, he thought he and Joan were going to develop in a natural way, and they all fell in love.

But Qiao Anxia's recording pen reached his hand, and she looked at the face of "Xu Jiamu" that she played at the birthday party...

It turned out to be a whimsical dream he had made.

He is always like this, knowing that he is whimsical, but he can't help going whimsically.

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Thinking of this, Lu Jinnian clearly felt the depth of his left chest, and made a burst of sharp pain. He couldn't help raising his hand, gently pressing on the chest, and then extinguished his hand to burn to the fingertips The smoke, standing in front of the window for a while, before taking a step, walked back to the desk, opened the first drawer, and took out two pieces of broken paper from the inside. Jin's little greeting card, with yellowish writing on it, seems to have been washed away by water. Those writings have become a little fuzzy, but they can still be recognized: it is only when you have your Jinnian.

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Mother Chen was not there. The whole villa was dark and the lights outside the door were not turned on.

Joan turned on the light, glanced at the empty living room on the first floor, then dragged her heavy body up to the second floor, and pushed open the bedroom door. She saw the opposite wall with colorful balloons stacked up at a glance. Happy birthday, people suddenly stiff at the door.

Until now, she still clearly remembers how she was busy setting up the room throughout the afternoon, and even kept thinking about what kind of expression she would see when she saw such a scene.

Although she surprised him again, she was more excited than she was surprised.

Joan stood in the doorway for a long time before entering the bedroom. She looked at the balloons attached to the walls around the bedroom, and finally her sight was fixed on the balcony. Then, as if the whole person had lost all their strength, they squatted slowly, hugged their knees, and buried their heads.

She knew that she was stupid. He was obviously venting his anger at her in the car.

But she couldn't figure out how to think about it, what made her angry, and made him so angry.

Joan thought harder and felt more aggrieved. Later, her shoulders began to tremble gently, and a sobbing sound floated out.