PREVIEW

... Yehao was about to leave, she came over and said with a smile on her face:

"Mr. Su, my teacher in college, is a member of the World Electric Vehicle Association. He owns a Nissan lithium-ion car. He has won the United Nations Environmental Protection Award for his research on European air pollution. If he knows

The content of this chapter is being updated...

...

YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
Naruto: The Strongest KakashiChapter 433 KAKASHI AND GAARA
 17.2k
4.5/5(votes)
ActionAdventureFanfictionFantasy

A soul from modern planet transmigrates into the Naruto globe as well as incorporates with Kakashi's soul after the kyuubi's assault. A brand-new experience starts ...

Driving school :Those things between me and the coachChapter 20
 46
4.5/5(votes)
ActionRomanceAdultSchool Life

When Coach Ethan saw Emma for the first time, he was attracted by her. It was a girl's breath. Emma is very stupid in learning to drive, but Ethan is very patient and let Emma sit on the coach to practice driving. This kind of close-up...

Apocalyptic Era: Starting from picking up a BishoujoChapter 38 - 37 nearing the end 7
 2
4.0/5(votes)
RomanceSci-fi

I found a girl of unknown origin outside; she claims to be a time traveler from a post-apocalyptic era.Great calamity is imminent, with abominations spreading across the land, human civilization annihilated, and even the world itself shattering, all beyond redemption.As for myself,I am considering how to confine this beautiful girl, who has temporarily lost her powers, within my home.

Spoilt Princess Reincarnate As a WaitressChapter 9 - : Echoes of a Past Life
 
4.0/5(votes)
RomanceComedyMysteryReincarnation

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”