MTL - Sweet Wife, Pampered Fast - Chapter 1512 You are used to my existence

Tang Zhixi is the illegitimate daughter of the Song family?

You grew up in the countryside and never went to school?

The Song family also claimed that they would never recognize her?

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Until Tang Zhixi’s identity was uncovered, the Song family immediately prepared a banquet.

But Tang Zhixi directly refused, “Your Song family is also worthy?”

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The third master in Dijing actually fell in love with a wild girl who had never even attended school.

I heard that I still hold it in the palm of my hand and pet it.

When the entire imperial capital was shocked, Ye Sanye said a word quite proudly: “My wife is not simple.”

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Ye Hanzhi never believed in love at first sight until he met Tang Zhixi…

There are beauties in the north, who are all over the country and all over the city…

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Tang Zhixi liked to wear skirts very much, and later… Ye Hanzhi’s shirt cuff buttons were all the color of her skirt.

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Great Cultivator Chen Fan had failed his Tribulation period, but after a dream, he had returned to Earth, when he was young, five hundred years ago.

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