Devil Slave (Satan system) - Chapter 781 Cuban Vs Lenny

This is a 20-year-old fan’s work for love, and the heroine is a very, very typical Gryffindor

I like Fred very much, so he is a unique male protagonist

Each academy has its own characteristics, so it is not deliberately black academy

The daily update has been decided, so everyone can rest assured to collect

The above is the edible guide, the following is the informal copy

Joey in Harry Potter

Jue doesn’t remember any important clues

Joey is in love with Fred

Joey Forgets Fred’s Ending

It doesn’t matter, the whole story is broken anyway, it doesn’t matter if you remember it or not~

Content tags: Anglo-American derivatives, happy friends, childhood sweethearts, cool text

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“President Li, it’s not good, someone smashed into your office.” Li Zhenting’s rosy lips approached Shen Ning’s red lips a little bit, and suddenly, the secretary rushed over in a hurry.

“Bastard, who dares to be so bold?”

“Li, Mr. Li, a four or five-year-old little milk bag, said that you bullied his mother.”

“Uh…” Li Zhenting immediately stood up straight with a serious face.

“Li, President Li, it’s not good, your project information has been stolen.” Li Zhenting was holding a senior management meeting nervously, when the secretary ran over in a panic.

“Presumptuous, who dares to be so bold?” Li Zhenting was furious.

“Li, Mr. Li, three little milk bags, they said, you are sorry for his mommy.”

A group of executives secretly laughed.

Li Zhenting shrank his neck and cleared his voice: “Cough, cough, continue the meeting…”

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Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

My past life: Ordinary. Mediocre.

What I want in this life: Riches. Power. Influence.

My goal: To be a prodigal son. A waste youth with riches and power. Maybe even sidekicks.

My name is Ye Lang, I’m an alchemist, and I’m also here to squander as much money as I can.

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