MTL - Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner? - Chapter 8 Seeing is not true, hearing is not true

A perfumer from the 21st century met Xiao Shuang’er, and he felt that this was a marriage destined for him by God.
From then on, Xiao Shuang’er, who was loved by no one, was taken over by him.
Bring your little husband to make a fortune and live a life of love and love.
“Sanggong, I still want to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you made today.”
“Okay, okay, my husband will do it for you.”
Pre-mining ╮(╯_╰)╭
1. Xiao Shuang’er belongs to the weak-receiving category, and she is sweet and easy to overthrow.
2. There is a plot to have a child, but there should be only one little bun, just the sauce, after all, Gong is too painful for Xiao Shuanger, and I am afraid that he will hurt.

Content tags: sweet article, a match made in heaven
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Until the time of him becoming the master of the lowest rank in the order of rankings, the lonely side of his life without luck was changed.

In the age of the Warring States, the world is at war!

At this moment, a great empire is about to be established, and at this moment, this empire is at stake.

In this vast world, Young Master Qin shouted loudly, “I want this great Qin Wanshi–!”

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“Don’t touch there, it’s dirty…” Su Yanyun flushes. The man smiles slightly and wipes the mud stains on her feet.

“My baby, it’s not dirty.”

Overnight, Young Master Yi changes from being a clean freak who is unable to even get close to his relatives to being desensitized and doting on this little woman of unknown origins.

“Hubby, the baby in my belly is calling you!”

Even if he has to cross half of Earth, Young Master Yi would still fly back overnight.

“Boohoo, Hubby, they called the baby a bastard!”

Capture all the scums who spread this rumor!

“Hubby, I want to bring our baby on a trip!”

Young Master Yi: “Don’t forget to bring your luggage.”

“Which one?”

“Me.”