Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse - Chapter 269 Prophetic Words

The handsome, skilled newbie livestreamer, Ji Zhiyao, has a dream.

In a national key university in the 21st century, she is soft and cute, but she is actually an agent trained by a certain organization since she was a child. She just went out on a mission and was about to take the graduation exam when she came back. Taking a nap, I accidentally traveled to the ancient times in the sky.

Not only did she lose her beautiful appearance and modern high-tech, but she also became an abandoned woman. She said that it was exactly what I wanted.

From then on, the soft girl raised cubs to farm, and she had to accept extreme harassment from time to time.

She said: life is boring, the best is very good

The male protagonist said: My family has the best products, and it happens that my son is short of a mother. I don’t know why the little lady wants to come to my house and live with a buddy?

The hostess went home and asked her beloved daughter: Baby, is there anything you lack?

The baby replied: I lack a father

All right, if there is a lack of a mother over there, and a lack of a father here, then let’s go together, but, it’s not me, but you.

The male protagonist agreed without hesitation: “Little lady, please allow me a few days, and I will go home and break off the relationship.”

One is the male protagonist who broke up with his family and brought a boy, and the other is the second-cousin who was abandoned by her in-laws and brought a daughter

The two form a family for their children, pretending to be a fake couple to live together, and whether they can become a real couple in the end, please watch

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