MTL - Douluo: Star Officials Challenge, Everyone is Better Than Tang San - Chapter 629

Ji Bu, the gold medal manager who was trapped and imprisoned, woke up to be a vicious rich second generation Xin Nanyi. He was hated and feared by his girls group he played with, and his uncle deliberately slaughtered him.

Ji Bu had no choice but to go back to his old career, fight against greedy uncles and all kinds of rivals, win the trust of the girls group, lead the “girls” to the top, and hold them up as a powerful girls group with a high traffic rate and a good harvest.

Xin Nanyi just wants to work hard and be a good manager, but there is always a film emperor who is unwilling to let him go, either to press him on the bed or to deceive him.

Shocked! Popular girls group members with the manager intimate hug was photographed, the atmosphere was ambiguous like a couple.

After being chased by fans and reporters, Nan Ge the broker who sent the blade laxatives, found the strongest excuse to clarify on Weibo: “I like men.”

When the words were uttered, it caused a great disturbance, the members of the girls group are silent, the fans are exclaimed and Weibo was paralysed.

A certain film emperor smiled: It’s a coincidence that I’m a man.

Nan Ge: ……

Gentle and kindhearted manager decathlon shou vs Multi-gold shield black belly cold and cute big film emperor gong

Being ugly and fat just after crossing, then gradually lose weight and become handsome, handsome as inspirational chicken stock.

The gong has always been very handsome!!! But still acting.

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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~”

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From the outcast of the imperial family to the emperor, Wei Chongrong’s path to the throne took thirty years.

In his previous life, everyone thought that he shouldn’t exist.

Only his youngest uncle was good to him, so he went through fire and water for him.

But what he ended up waiting for was the poisoned wine poured for him by the youngest uncle’s own hands.

Starting over, Wei Chongrong, who is familiar with the future, finds that the road ahead is still bumpy.

The battle that is bound to be lost is about to happen, and the scourge of witchcraft is close at hand.

What can he do to save the Eastern Palace and the imperial family, and to save Jun Hua, to whom he is indebted for a lifetime?

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”