MTL - You Are Just Making Up the Exercises, My Disciple, Have You Really Mastered Them? - Chapter 400 Mei Wu: This soul tastes too spicy.

In a heartthrob novel about the heroine, the heroine is an amateur and became popular on the Internet with a love variety show. However, the female tutor in the love variety show was scolded out of the entertainment industry because of negative news such as low EQ and wanting to unspoken rules for male guests.

As good as he could die, Lu Yan, a salted fish, transmigrated into this female tutor.

The amateurs participating in the variety show this time are not ordinary people.
There are rich second generations who can play casually and inherit the family business when they return home.

There is also the female bully boss who started her own company.

There are also male racing drivers with foreign royal blood.

But what does that have to do with Lu Yan?

When the male and female guests flirted with each other, Lu Yan commented with a paralyzed face, “The man is too greasy and uses too much force. He looks like an old sea king.”

When the new male guest introduced himself, Lu Yan had no expression on his face, “Versailles tastes too strong, and it looks like a master of Versailles.”

When the female guest blinked her deer-like eyes and sucked in fans, Lu said, “It smells like high-end green tea.”

Because of a pair of invincible green tea eyes, and real’s straightforward speech, Lu Yan became famous overnight.
The fire is very hot.
Lu Yan had a world-weary face and lacked interest, “Don’t be infatuated with sister, she is just a legend.”
Later, the actor who is also a mentor asked Lu Yan with a smile, “Teacher Lu, look, which one am I?”

One sentence introduction: Sister is just a legend
Conception: Jedi counterattack, turn against the wind, create myth
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Cool and abstinent president X gentle and pure beauty

Wen Hua is getting married.

The other party is said to be the head of a Chinese family of European financial giants.

When we met, he was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and his gestures were dignified and self-reliant, with a demeanor all over his body.

Wen Hua stared at him in silence, and after a while, she chuckled, “Interesting.”

After marriage, the two are model couples outside, but the queen respects each other as guests and does not disturb each other.

A friend asked her why she married Xi Mo.

She smiled at Yan Yan, “He is rich and powerful, if there is someone richer than him, I will marry too.”

Suddenly looking up, the man’s dark handsome face was hidden under the psychedelic lights of the bar.

Friends watching the excitement didn’t think it was a big deal: “Huahua, you’re miserable, go home and kneel on the washboard.”

It was impossible to go home, so she went back to her natal family.

Go back to your natal home if you get into trouble, go back to your natal home if you get angry, and go back to your natal home if you say something wrong

Mr. Xi is no stranger to this, and nine out of ten times he coaxes people back with nice words.

When he caught up with Wen’s house, someone was sitting in the living room eating oranges, saw him, and unhurriedly ate the last piece, with a provocative expression on his face, “Don’t move here, I’ll buy you some oranges. ”

“…”

Instead of being angry, he gently and patiently coaxed her home

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Nine Realms Sword Emperor, a legend returns, leveling everything.Genius monsters, trampled underfoot, powerful beings, wiped out with a wave of a hand.If people do not offend me, I will not offend them; if people do offend me, annihilate their entire family.

What do you do when your brother dies because of some entitled assholes? You go undercover.My real name? Clare. But at school, I’m Clause—just another guy blending in. Disguised. Watching. Yes, a boy. No, it's not an all-boys school—I'm just deep undercover, hunting down the bastard responsible for my brother’s suicide. Nobody—and I mean nobody—messes with my precious brother and gets away with it. They better pray I never find them, because when I do? Death will be a mercy, and trust me—I don’t do mercy.And as for the egotistical Alpha and the narcissistic Vampire Prince? They can go fuck themselves. I don’t do mates, I don’t do claiming, and I sure as hell don’t do them.