Hellbound With You - Chapter 783 - Stay

As a gold medal manager, Li Xiwu is courted no matter where he goes in the circle.

As Mrs. Pei, anyone in the aristocratic circle had to greet her politely when they saw her.

She is a celebrity mentor and a wealthy wife, who doesn’t envy Li Xiwu?

Only Li Xiwu knows best: she is just a substitute for Bai Yueguang in Mr. Pei’s heart, and all the scenery has nothing to do with her.

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After working as a double for a long time, it was boring and easy to lose herself. After realizing it, Li Xiwu began to think about how to get a lot of divorce property from Mr. Pei.

But when she was concentrating on earning divorce property, the mother-in-law who didn’t want to see her rushed to invite her to appear on the variety show of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and promised to give her a large sum of money.

Li Xiwu raised his chin: “Wealth and wealth are sought in danger, if you say it, you will do it!”

At the beginning, the mother-in-law tried every means to embarrass Li Xiwu on the show, and netizens called out: The worst daughter-in-law of a wealthy family!

Later, the mother-in-law was inseparable from Li Xiwu on the show, and she wanted to show off that her daughter-in-law was Li Xiwu to everyone. Netizens shouted: Li Xiwu’s mother-in-law is the one who really slaps her face!

Li Xiwu didn’t expect that she would become popular in the variety show of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

I thought I would be able to get a smooth divorce after returning from the show, but after the variety show was recorded, the mother-in-law called Mr. Pei: “If you dare to divorce my baby, I will not recognize you as a son and sever the relationship between mother and child!”

Mr. Pei:?

- Description from novelbuddy

villain-is-bodyguard-of-heroines-poisonous-stepmotherAfter crossing over to the world of an urban novel.

Others cross over as the protagonist or the villain’s tycoon, but I become a bodyguard.

However, it turns out that I am the female protagonist’s villainous stepmother’s bodyguard, who becomes the villain’s minion.

In order not to become cannon fodder, Chen Luo decided on the spot to give up the darkness and turn to the light, I am a transmigrator, how can I become a villain, or the villain’s most nameless minion.

As he was about to quit, the keys to the Bentley and a million yuan bank card were slapped in front of Chen Luo, and the heroine’s stepmother looked at him with saucy winks.

Only then does Chen Luo realise that she is not looking for a proper bodyguard!

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