MTL - Nightmare Attack - Chapter 19

When Shen Suhe opened his eyes, he saw a delicate woman banging her head against a pillar rather than die, and scolding her as a bastard to take over the girls on the street!

Shen Suhe: “???” I’m also a girl, I didn’t want to insult your innocence!

Originally a group of bad reputation, lustful, arrogant, and despised by everyone!

Shen Suhe struggled hard after wearing it, struggling to improve his reputation. Until one day, there was a weak and beautiful man on her bed.

The beautiful man was weak and wounded, and was engraved by someone, and there were bells ringing wherever he went.

The crowd exploded.

“Shen Suhe, beast! So beautiful and so cruel!”

“Shen Suhe can’t die! You actually engraved letters and hung bells for all the men. How is this different from a pet?”

“Curse Shen Suhe again! Now he’s actually attacking such a beautiful man! Crude, disgusting, bah!”

Shen Suhe: “…” I didn’t, I wasn’t!

Until one day, everyone discovered that this weak and beautiful man was aggressive and ferocious! Feet on tired bones! !

Everyone was trembling with tears in their eyes, and only then did they realize that Shen Suhe’s servant was a good person.

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Su Ye rested on Shen Suhe’s shoulder, his hands were stained with blood, but he still looked weak and aggrieved: “Ahe, your hands hurt.”

Shen Suhe hugged the person and coaxed: “Good, it won’t hurt in a while.”

Su Ye’s hostility instantly dissipated: “Ahe, you are mine~”

- Description from novelbuddy

Every single world,

Lu Man is confronting the entire love hard mode—

Problem students and elite professors.

Poor ugly duckling and sickly president.

Third-rate actress and mid-twenties rich young man

Gender: Female, Attribute: slag, Lu Man [Fearless.jpg]:

Do not provoke to wipe clean after eating is regarded as my loss.

*wipe clean after eating – not taking responsibility

- Description from Novelupdates

The new book “Rebirth in the Tokyo Bubble Era” has been uploaded and is collected by Urban Business Literature.

Gu Song, a graduate of Yan University, was reborn back to his sophomore year in 2001.

A new life script, derailed by a book that popped into my head.

From then on, the liberal arts masters need to study the black technology of science and engineering with heart.

From then on, bargain hunting for Internet giants and building a business empire are only basic conditions.

The countdown is beating, money is in competition, technology is in competition, and control is in competition!

In this life, fate must be in your own hands!

Fan group 337202561

- Description from novelbuddy

[Fiction from the 1980s] Su Wen read a popular novel about son-in-law in the 1980s. The hero is a tough guy with a sense of security, but at the same time he is a bit dark-bellied and sullen.

It was the style she liked, so with a wave of her hand, she rewarded one million reading coins—and then she became the hero’s scumbag ex-wife.

In the book, the original body, as the head of the family who recruits a family at home, does not want to stand up for the family, but is a love brain. Don’t want to have huge golden thighs, but was instigated by the little white flower heroine, and fell in love with the scumbag from the next village.

After Su Wen came through, she hugged the male lead’s golden thigh tightly, and worked hard to make money and become rich. As a result, the younger sisters were too competitive, crying and shouting to recruit a son-in-law at home like the older sister, and they gave birth to a baby with the surname Su.

So, Su Wen started the rhythm of choosing her son-in-law every day, all of them are handsome and talented. One body is better than the other, and the family background is better than the other. It’s so hard to choose!

Someone who was left out aggressively blocked her behind the door: “Am I handsome? Is my figure good? Is my family strong?”

Su Wen: “…But they are my sister-in-law.”

“My whole body is yours. I will give you the passbook, and I will give you my life.”

The next day, Su Wen woke up and looked at more than twenty passbooks, lost in thought…