MTL - The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful - Chapter 47 Excessively beautiful

Age difference of 700 years, vampire theme, cultivation, grammatical
This article is also known as “How to fall in love with an arrogant and abstinent old man”
That day, the girl was picked up by Mu’s house, covered in scars.
Everyone wondered, Mu Fei was so arrogant and cold, how could he accept such a small stutter.
The cold-hearted hostess felt a headache, “When are you going to follow me.”
“You, like, flowers, I, I think, for you.”
The girl’s heart was full of affection, and her little scarred hand held a bunch of purple flowers and handed it to the sweetheart who only belonged to the darkness.
An awards ceremony ten years later
Someone asked her: Why does Miss You always cover her neck every time she shows up?
You Ran’s expression was subtle, and he could only explain lightly: “I’m probably afraid of the cold.”
In fact, she was also helpless.
After all, the adult she admired was a cold-blooded clan who had lived for more than seven hundred years and was picky and obsessed with cleanliness. His greatest hobby was—
bit her neck with fangs,
Leave that exclusive bite/mark mark.
Even if the painful tears fell, she was willing to make each other’s blood-fed desserts.
Because she will be her nightingale in the end.

“On her lips is what my heart desires”
One-sentence introduction: After the pure complex stammering poor cub (true boss) was picked up by the high-cold abstinence blood clan, the romantic love story of “the following crime”.

Instructions for reading:
1. Abstinence, arrogant vampire noble x stunner in the world, crazily criticizing beauty
2. Mr. Mu Fei has two little hobbies: biting Yu and his neck; watching plays and movies.
3. This article is empty, the background is private, and the dark color of Cthulhu, please do not delve into it.
4. Two-way sweet pet/master/servant/cultivation/birth/age difference 700 years old/HE
5. Scarf @ Xia Sugar Suxi

Content tags: strong, soft spot, blood family, cool text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Mu Fei, You Ran ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others: “Human” x Vampire, contrast cute
One-sentence introduction: innocent and crazy criticizing stunner & arrogant abstinence blood family
Intention: Firmly believe in the sun.

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Ace Carter Greyson, her husband of five long years forcefully divorced her on the night of their fifth wedding anniversary. Reason? Simply because she can't bear him a male heir.

Phoenix begged him to stay but his decision was firm and unbendable so she finally let him go. Her life was even more shattered after she discovered his long time affair with his secretary, and now, the mistress was pregnant. Just months after their divorce he married the impregnated secretary.

Phoenix's world suddenly turns upside down when she discovers she's four months pregnant.

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It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.