You Are My Unforgettable Love - Chapter 1841: Perhaps, she's fallen in love with him (1)

Jiang Zhinan met all kinds of heroines after crossing.
The heroines are all pitiful, either squatting in the corner to pick up garbage or being abused and bullied for a long time, those who hear them cry and those who see it are sad.
As outstanding young people in the 21st century, Jiang Zhinan is bound to turn the tide and change their fate.
So under her efforts, the heroines successfully took off their poor coats and gradually reached the pinnacle of their lives.
Jiang Zhinan nodded, hiding his merit and fame, but when he was about to retreat, he found that… he seemed to be unable to escape.
Hei Xinlian, who is ruthless and ruthless until she can achieve her goal, said: “Everything in the world can be lost, but I only know that Nanqianjin is difficult to exchange and cannot be lost.”
The ascetic singer who is hot on the outside and hot on the inside: “I’ll give you the money, keep your heart, hold my hand, and don’t run away.”
Miss Heihua, who has all of your hearts for you: “You can choose the medicine and spirit stone at will, the premise is… exchange it with you.”
…
Jiang Zhinan was not happy, but whenever she wanted to say no, something was always blocking her.
Jiang Zhinan: “Don’t…”
——Alipay arrives at xxxxx yuan
Jiang Zhinan: “I didn’t mean that, hurry up…”
–Miss! Somebody sent boxes of gold!
Jiang Zhinan: “I…”
——Miss Jiang? These private villas have been transferred to your name.
Jiang Zhinan: “…”
The big guy next to him turned his head, his eyes were full of smiles, and his voice was gentle: “Are you still rejecting it?”
Jiang Zhinan: “I’m afraid I’m afraid.”

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