The Sweet Life: Secretly Married to a Movie Star - Chapter 1010 - : Hard Work, Wife, Checking Up Everyday

Big news: Fu Xuechen, the great God of mathematics department, is making friends with the little cutie of the Chinese department.

Her roommate pressed her: “I heard that the great God is chasing you!!!”

Ran Xing with a blank face: “He didn’t chase me!”

Her roommate asked, “What is he looking for you?”

Ran Xing looked at the sleeping God: “Lying on the desk next to me and sleeping.”

Roommate: “…”

Fu Xuechen is a patient with severe insomnia. His dark circles are comparable to those of Gaara. He was prepared for sudden death long before he met Ran Xing.

But after one look, he fell asleep on his desk.

He simply asked for her timetable and slept next to her every day.

Later, Ran Xing rented a house outside. Her roommate asked her for something and rang the bell. But Fu Xuechen, who was only wearing pajamas, opened the door.

The roommate quickly apologized: “Sorry, I went to the wrong place.”

Fu Xuechen said lazily: “You didn’t go wrong. She’s inside!”

Roommate: “…”

She said that the great God did not chase her!!!

- Description from Novelupdates

Three Souls lay in one body,

One soul belonging to a man who had reached the peak, the strongest there ever was, the one who had the talent to do so. Yet he suffered because of his talent. His soul shone as bright as a galaxy once, but now is but a sun. His talents made him the envy of all.

And He lost it all.

The Second soul belonged to a man soon to be the richest in the world.

A man who had his face charred, a man who seemingly had every odd placed against him from the very beginning.

He went against the family that abused him and triumphed over them. Yet he was left broken inside, He craved a release, and the first soul brought him that release.

And he became a psychopath that scared the manifestation of evil itself.

And the Third?

The child born from their souls was anything but ordinary. Cursed with a fate no one wanted. Cursed with the fact that the Universe wanted him dead.

He was born from Chaos And Ice and a fraction of light, Yet manipulated Space.

His abilities were so powerful they were harmful to his body.

His talent is as infinite as the boundless cosmos.

His enemies were greater than one could count.

His luck is worse than shit.

And Yet, he continued to fight. Despite whatever was thrown at him, he would brute force through it or outsmart it, befitting the other two above.

He continued to fight, not believing in the bullshit that was destiny.

[Prince Regent VS Princess Chongxi, who will return with a cute baby after five years]

The regent of Tianxia Kingdom, who holds a heavy army in his hands, has power in his hands, and is not close to women, has been poisoned again, and this time he is about to die.

When everyone was worrying that the palace had no successors, a small group who looked exactly like the regent was sent to the gate of the palace.

Only then did they remember that five years ago when the Prince Regent was poisoned for the first time, the concubine daughter of the Yu family was kidnapped by her family to cheer him up.

Because of the same illness, she tried her best to detoxify him, but the day he woke up, she was persecuted by the royal family and disappeared mysteriously.

At this time, when a certain prince saw Xiao Tuanzi, his eyes darkened, “But your mother’s old love for this king is unforgettable, so you recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors?”

Xiaotuanzi gritted his teeth and said: “No! In a few days, the little Marquis of Xichu will marry the eldest princess, who is my mother. My mother asked me to see if you are dead. Don’t die on the day she gets married. It’s bad luck. ”

As soon as the words fell, a certain tuberculosis prince lifted the quilt, scooped up the little dumpling, and strode out.

“Don’t worry, the king will not die on the day your mother gets married. After all… this king will go to snatch her.”

- Description from novelbuddy

Gu Shishi, a master of traditional Chinese painting, transmigrated into the role of a cannon fodder in a cliché novel.