Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master - Chapter 698 - 215: Ning Zhuo Achieves a Great Feat!

[Leng Yan female president vs hidden boss disguised as a little milk dog~]

In the previous life, Lu Qingqiao, a legend in the business world, was plotted and died in disrepute, and hundreds of millions of properties were robbed.

After she came back from the rebirth, she made a sick and pitiful boyfriend: made a break with the scumbag fiancé, and kicked out the wolf’s ambitious cousin’s family…

Everyone thought that she was blown away by her little boyfriend, waiting for her to wake up and abandon her little boyfriend, but what she waited for was a handful of dog food.

Until one day, someone said that he was nothing but a face and was not worthy to stand with Lu Qingqiao. He sneered, and he decided not to pretend to be good today!

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In the big family in the capital, there is no first family Qin family that does not know the rich heritage, but I heard that the current family of the Qin family is weak and sickly, with a surly and tyrannical personality, and a sturdy appearance…

Now, the mysterious head of the family, who was recovering from illness, finally returned to Beijing. When everyone was looking forward to the Qin family banquet, they saw a familiar handsome man smiling surly: “Everyone, we meet again.”

Under the shock and fear of everyone, they said tremblingly: The rumors are really unbelievable!

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The male protagonist Qin Xun:

Everyone thinks that Qin Xun is for Lu Qingqiao’s family property, only he knows that he is from a candy, a bunch of roses, a firework… a little bit of heartbeat.

When he met Lu Qingqiao, he was willing to sink.

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The heroine Lu Qingqiao:

When I first met Mr. Qin, I thought it was a “little milk dog”, but it turned out to be a small milk dog during the day and a big bad wolf at night, Mr. Qin, you really are “on the outside (smelly) (no), not (want), one (face)” “!

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