MTL - The Otherworldly Adventures of a Super Naive Girl - v3 Chapter 581 :Julang

In Azeroth, a young man, touched by arcane energies, embarks on an extraordinary journey. Driven by an unyielding pursuit of love and justice and a staunch refusal to become a mere ghoul, he seeks to reclaim lost justice and restore humanity's fading light. His arcane might shall not falter.Azeroth will know the name David Edmund Duke.I'm doing this because I saw that the translator didn't finish his work with the words check patreon for more chapther! How dare he! He shall rue the day he left a work unfinished!As for the other fic! Don't worry I'll update regularly! It also depends on the author and his lazy ass.Anyways enjoy!

One sentence copy: What should I do if the genius tyrant can’t move? Make do with it, how can you leave?
Jing You is a genius who loves money, like a money-making machine without emotion. The president’s life skills are blank, and Jiang Shengyan is both a secretary and a mother.
We have known each other for ten years and worked together for five years.
The relationship between Jing You and his secretary Jiang Shengyan changed quietly on the day Jiang Shengyan asked for leave to go on a blind date.
Jing·Puzzled·You: If Jiang Shengyan gets married, where can I find such a suitable secretary?
Absolutely! Do not! Can! by!
It must be because there is not enough work!
Jingyou: Secretary Jiang, please come to my house to work overtime tonight.
Jiang Shengyan: I have a plot against a person, but she doesn’t know it. Then I had to use my own way to turn ten years into a lifetime.
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So a person who loves money, always repeats the sentence in his dreams: “Sister Fairy, I will give you all the money I make.”
That unique gentle tone made Jiang Shengyan go crazy with jealousy.
As everyone knows, the fairy sister Jing You babbles is her.
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The entire secretarial room thought that its president was an emotionless machine.
Until someone saw Secretary Jiang press the president on the table to kiss him.
Everyone in the secretary room: I can do the CP of the president and secretary Jiang!
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#Later, Jiang Shengyan finally knew that the president was trying to make money because of her.
Money Pot, Vinegar, Elegant President Shou x Gentleness, Black Belly, Fairy Secretary Attack (Gong Shou only represents character, hold high the banner of mutual attack)
Modern overhead, same-sex marriage. The sand sculpture Su Shuangtian, the golden finger is thick enough.

Edible Guidelines:
1. The age difference is 7 years old, and the secretary’s mother is a girlfriend
2. The president’s appearance is immobile, but in fact it is a two-way crush
3. This is a president who loves money very much.
4. All members are not in one channel series

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- Description from novelbuddy

Ye Beibei was unprepared for a while, and she married Young Master Gu who was sitting in a wheelchair.

I thought that from then on, I would have lived a career as a wealthy man, rich and free, but I never knew I was enslaved every day to become a nanny.

Ye Beibei beat the table: Liar, I want a divorce!

Young Master Gu pushed a cute baby to his front: You still want to get a divorce even when we already have a child? Wife, you wake up!

“…” Ye Beibei looked at a cute baby, who was exactly like her, with a confused expression.

Who can tell her when she gave birth! ?

- Description from MTL

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’!?”