Reincarnation Of The Businesswoman At School (WN) - Chapter 188: Leng Shaoting’s Secret

After passing through, Shen Han not only became a top alpha in the abo world, but also awakened the fire element ability. Ji Zai, who came from the earth, was terrified in place, there seemed to be something wrong with the back of his neck, and his sense of smell was so sharp that it made people nervous!

Fortunately, in this wilderness area, there is a lost lady, hold on tight, don’t panic, if we don’t understand, just ask!

Gu Junwan, the top omega, the empress of the Free Federation, was designed by her sister to hunt down and kill the forest in distress, but in this case, she met a stupid A..

Gu: If you take one step further, I will kill you!

Shen (with a toothy smile): I really have no ill intentions. What kind of bad thoughts can serious people have when they meet by chance?

Gu Junwan sensed the pheromone shrouded by the other party, her face was crimson, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her body’s instinctive desire made her unable to resist the other party’s approach at all.

Looking at Gu Junwan with glittering eyes and soft body, Shen Han’s whole body was surging with blood and blood, and his fangs were gradually showing, like a half-starved wolf in the wilderness.

……

Gu O: Go to hell!

Shen A: I am not! I do not have! You listen to me explain!

After that, Shen Han escorted Gu Junwan all the way out of the jungle, returned to the imperial capital, and regained power.

The two join hands to create a bright world!

The sultry and self-conscious loyal dog alpha X The cool, arrogant and decisive female king omega

A brand new start, I hope you all like this story.

PS: Female A has no pendant.

There is a scarf: Xianting draws a pen

Content tags: A match made in heaven, sweet text, cool text
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“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.

When Cheng Qianfan opens his eyes every day, the first reaction in his mind is: What is my identity today (which vest should I wear)?

This book is also known as “Ace Agent: My Vests Are Countless”.

The red ‘flame’ hidden deep inside the enemy, the agile and outstanding member of the red team ‘Chen Zhou’, the favorite general of the military commander Dai Chunfeng, the blue bird… and so on.

However, he knew that he was Cheng Qianfan, a staunch red warrior!

“In the dark, you firmly watch the sun in your heart; in the long night, you silently give birth to the dawn of dawn; in the tiger’s den, you bear the burden of humiliation and wait for the time; in the battle, you rise quietly, killing the enemy invisible; no one knows your name , your feats will be immortal…”

His story begins in the early spring of 1936…

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