The Farmer's Eldest Daughter Has a Spatial Pocket - Chapter 1371: A Village Woman Surnamed Gu

Yu curled back to ancient times and became the eldest daughter of the official family.

Does her father love her mother at home?

It doesn’t matter, just eat and drink!

Brother and sister don’t take her seriously?

It’s alright, the bear boy will be fine if he doesn’t obey.

Can’t even eat a stir-fry in ancient times?

Don’t panic, she’s the chef herself.

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Suddenly, a shocking melon burst out in Beijing——

The eldest Miss of the Yu family has a private life with King Lang Jun, and she is pregnant with a child!

The party Yu Weiwei said, rumors! All are rumors!

However, before she could come forward to clarify, an imperial decree descended from the sky to marry her and Prince Lang!

Yu Niaowei was struck by lightning, and her whole body went numb.

Who is Prince Lang?

That is the living King of Hell who holds great power and kills like numbness!

Its vicious name can stop children from crying, and make all officials change their color when they hear it.

Facing the dangerous man walking by, she shivered with fear.

“Hey, I was wrong, I’m actually not pregnant!”

Prince Lang: “It’s okay, it’s too late to get pregnant now.”

Yu curling: ? ? ?

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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.”

Master said, the woman I held in my hands, I must protect for the rest of my life.

For Chen Cheng, thirty means interest—the interest rate.From 3,000, to 100,000, to a million, to ten million, and then to over a hundred million...An ever-increasing amount of principal, an endless stream of interest.With money generating money, compounded interest calculations made Chen Cheng exclaim:This money can't be spent! Absolutely can't be spent! For a lifetime, I can't finish spending it!