Don't Come to Wendy's Flower House - Chapter 33

[Love after marriage + large-scale real incense scene + wife-chasing crematorium]

Shi Qian was designed by her stepmother and forced to marry a vegetative person. A vegetative husband has three good things: rich, handsome, and unable to wake up!

Fu Sinian, who had been in a coma for more than three years, woke up and found that he had an extra wife. The petite wife is fair-skinned, beautiful, and has long legs.

Fu Sinian said: No love, no need! Then coldly throw out a divorce agreement.

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Soon, the famous Shi Qian was photographed in the luxury car of the big boss Fu Sinian.

Fu Sinian publicly clarified: I know Miss Shi.

Netizen: Do you just know each other? All cars are delivered! Waiting for Mr. Fu to slap his face online, nine million fans are watching!

Not long after, Shi Qian, who was out of the circle, was photographed entering a hotel at the same time as Fu Sinian, and only came out for three days and three nights.

Fu Sinian clarified again: Miss Shi and I are not the kind of relationship you think, and we have not been in contact with each other.

Netizen: Mr. Fu must be pursuing failure! If there is a woman in this world that Mr. Fu can’t handle, it must be their goddess Shi Qian! 30 million fans, keep eating melons!

Not long after, Shi Qian, who has 200 million fans, was at the scene of the Best Actress Award Ceremony and had morning sickness!

Fu Sinian came to the stage slowly, hugging Shi Qian’s waist, “Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Fu is pregnant with a second child!”

200 million fans are collectively confused: Shi Qian Da Mei is already a second child? In what step did they fail to keep up with the speed of eating melons?

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