"Lucas Norman, the president of the Night Group, is famous for his handsome face and indifferent character.It is even rumored that he has no interest in women.However, he began to pester a female doctor recently. ""Why do your son and I look exactly alike?""""None of your business.""Nora Jones perfunctorialy answered him, playing with the scalpel in her hand.The cold man put on a flattering look: ""In stead of wasting our perfect genes, why

Synopsis: On the eve of the wedding, there was a fire. Childhood sweethearts turned into enemies. Three years later, she returned again, changed her name, changed her appearance, and vowed to pay blood debt with blood. A weak woman, isolated and helpless, God gave her a domineering president. After a night of love, he refused to let go: "I married you to pick up a cheap son." "Sorry, I'm not pregnant." The man pressed her under him, "It doesn't matter, I will try harder and I will have it tomorrow."

Bian Ying's father remarried, and his stepmother brought a daughter whose biological father was unknown. She took her mother's surname and was called Yunbian, the Bian of the Bian family. Bian's father treated her with great care, and it was rumored that Yunbian was his illegitimate daughter. Bian's father asked Bian Ying to take good care of Yunbian: "We will be a family in the future." Bian Ying looked at Yunbian, and a strange sneer flashed across his face: "Little bastard." The DNA report showed that Yunbian and Bian's father had no parent-child relationship. But Bian Ying didn't have one either. It was pouring rain, and Bian Ying was stopped outside the gate of the Bian family. Bian's father didn't want to see him again. Just as they were in a stalemate, an extended version of Rolls-Royce slowly stopped beside him, and the window rolled down to reveal Yunbian's face. Her eyes were as clear as autumn water, and there was a bit of pity. The guards all thought she wanted to comfort B

Introduction:I hold a secret deep in my heart鈥擨 have loved Edward Thompson for nine years. In my youth, I often followed him. As I grew older, I finally became his wife. However, he never gave me love, not even a bit of pity. I tempted him with divorce and the power of the Smith family to have a romance, but he remained unmoved. He will never remember the anxious and cautious young girl who once followed him. It wasn't until after our divorce that I realized the deep affection was just self-infatuation. I didn't even know until my death鈥攖hat the man I loved, as gentle as the breeze and the bright moon, was never him. I had mistaken him from the beginning. The so-called deep love, the so-called devotion, was nothing but self-deception.

He doted on her with boundless affection, "She is my woman. Even if she kills people and sets fires, as long as she is not alone, I will believe it." She was charming and seductive, "Prince, I am willing to be punished." She kept getting into his arms. He was affectionate and boundless, "My woman must be spoiled to the top of my heart. If you are dissatisfied, you can come to me." She followed him tenaciously, "If you lose, I will accompany you to make a comeback; if you win, I will accompany you to rule the world."