MTL - The Male God’s Favorable Impressions Are Difficult to Farm - Chapter 52 city

Ye Huai has two goals in his lifetime: to be a good doctor, and also to be a good doctor who is surrounded by handsome men.

Unfortunately, after being a doctor for 10 years, he lost his job because of a very handsome man.

What should he do?

520: Congratulations! You have been successfully bound to system number 520. The Save the World Task Set is coming soon……

Ye Huai: ? ? ? ! ! !

So, today Doctor Ye is busy saving the world……

520: Lies! You are clearly trying to pick up guys!

Ye Huai: No, I am very dedicated to fulfilling the great ambition of saving the world.

Narcissistic and Complex Shou X King of the Silver Screen Gong, along with the newborn system number 520 whose three views are crumbling and reestablishing every day.

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I just want to be different, no one can guess what I want to do, the more mysterious the more powerful.

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In the eighth year of the apocalypse, Qin Wu was betrayed and thrown into a pile of zombies.While dying, she regretted not taking a chance and pursuing her beloved man.After being reborn, Qin Wu only wanted to take revenge and pamper her beloved Mo Chenxuan.While he survived the apocalypse, Mo Chenxuan realised he was wrong. The person he truly loved was not his girlfriend before the apocalypse but the secretary who accompanied him through thick and thin.After he was reborn, Mo Chenxuan only wanted to dominate the apocalypse and make Qin Wu the happiest woman in the world.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”