Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner - Chapter 239 - 160: The True Reverse Scale

The unwritten rule of the Demon bar: if someone asks you to light a fire, it means that they want to have a good time with you.
Lu Zhixia, who had just returned to China, didn’t know it, and lit a fire for a dignified and charming Omega in a bar. She was taken to the hotel, and she understood what was going on…
Based on the principle of never losing money, Lu Zhixia didn’t grasp the measure for the first time, and the other party was injured as a result.

● Copywriting 2
Three days later, Lu Zhixia’s life changed dramatically.
Great change 1: Before the mother remarried and the wedding, the man brought his daughter over. The fair-skinned and beautiful Gao Leng Yujie was exactly the object of her spring breeze that night…
Great Change 2: After the wedding was over, Lu Zhixia hid everywhere, and finally found a satisfactory job, and the airborne boss was that friend…
Great change 3: I endured seeing each other during working hours. Not long after, my mother called and told her: “Our two families will live together in the future, and we will call you sister.”

● Small theater:
Lu Zhixia and Shen Wanqing signed a humiliating “Peaceful Cohabitation Agreement”. The company is called Mr. Shen, and they are called sisters when they go home. In private, they can only be called Queen.
Lu Zhixia secretly changed her nickname on WeChat: “Stingy Queen Shou”.
On Monday, the president’s office reported to work alone, connected to the projector, and received documents on WeChat, and the queen asked coldly behind her: “The stingy queen?”
Lu Zhixia was captured on the spot, Shen Wanqing smiled slightly: “I’ll show you what a real stingy queen is.”

● Reading Guide:
1. ABO theme, the author has a bunch of private settings, really a bunch of private settings.
2. The protagonists are not related by blood, they are not on the same household registration book, and their parents are a combination of interests, a well-known agreement relationship, and the relationship will be dissolved later. The real love line between the two will also start from the dissolution of the relationship!
3. Non-professional background, please point out gently if there are bugs, the events involved in the article are all fictitious, and it is convenient to use the setting to be half-empty.
4. Efforts to update daily, but do not promise to update daily, code words are not easy, please support the genuine version, thank you.
5. Discussion about the plot of this article is welcome, but if you insult the characters and the author too much, you will apply to Jinjiang for deletion.
6. The author’s writing style is limited, and he cannot write an article that satisfies everyone. You need to be cautious when buying chapter V, and you must simply abandon the article.
7. Others will be added when I think about it.
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