Dressed as the sister of the heroine of the abuse novel

Chapter 168 169.
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It was a summer day when Wen Shu met Ming Yuchen for the first time.

Speaking of which, that time was also an accident.Wen Shu's daily hobbies, or those she can express clearly, are only reading, embroidery, calligraphy and playing the piano.

Wen Shu's handwriting is the small hairpin handwriting that most women would write.The only difference is that she often uses Fang Mo.Her ink is only sold in one bookstore in the capital.

It is rainy in summer in central Beijing, and it is rare for a shower to clear up, and the sun is shining brightly. Wen Shu has long been short of ink. Taking this opportunity, she simply went out to buy it by herself.

That bookstore has been around for some years.When entering, everything inside seems to exude a simple and simple atmosphere.The boss will not take the initiative to ask for anything, just ask him what the guest is interested in.Even Wen Shu couldn't help sitting there every time he went there, reading carefully for a while.

There are really few people there, perhaps this is also the reason why it has been able to keep quiet.

But that day, when Wen Shu went there, it was rare that there were other people's voices in the book shop.Putting his hand on the door and pushing it open, Wen Shu heard a faint clear sound coming from inside the door, which was like a collision of jade and stones, which was pleasant to the ear.

"Mr. Chen, are you really willing to stay in this small bookshop?" said the strange voice.

Wen Shu had no intention of prying into other people's private affairs. She left in a hurry and was afraid of disturbing others. She was in a dilemma for a while, so she could only quietly tiptoe and try to back away.

It is rainy in summer in central Beijing, and it is rare for a shower to clear up, and the sun is shining brightly. Wen Shu has long been short of ink. Taking this opportunity, she simply went out to buy it by herself.

Speaking of which, that time was also an accident.Wen Shu's daily hobbies, or those she can express clearly, are only reading, embroidery, calligraphy and playing the piano.

It was a summer day when Wen Shu met Ming Yuchen for the first time.

The information revealed between the words made Wen Shu cover her mouth in surprise.

There are really few people there, perhaps this is also the reason why it has been able to keep quiet.

Wen Shu's handwriting is the small hairpin handwriting that most women would write.The only difference is that she often uses Fang Mo.Her ink is only sold in one bookstore in the capital.

It is rainy in summer in central Beijing, and it is rare for a shower to clear up, and the sun is shining brightly. Wen Shu has long been short of ink. Taking this opportunity, she simply went out to buy it by herself.

It was a summer day when Wen Shu met Ming Yuchen for the first time.

Speaking of which, that time was also an accident.Wen Shu's daily hobbies, or those she can express clearly, are only reading, embroidery, calligraphy and playing the piano.

But that day, when Wen Shu went there, it was rare that there were other people's voices in the book shop.Putting his hand on the door and pushing it open, Wen Shu heard a faint clear sound coming from inside the door, which was like a collision of jade and stones, which was pleasant to the ear.

That bookstore has been around for some years.When entering, everything inside seems to exude a simple and simple atmosphere.The boss will not take the initiative to ask for anything, just ask him what the guest is interested in.Even Wen Shu couldn't help sitting there every time he went there, reading carefully for a while.

That bookstore has been around for some years.When entering, everything inside seems to exude a simple and simple atmosphere.The boss will not take the initiative to ask for anything, just ask him what the guest is interested in.Even Wen Shu couldn't help sitting there every time he went there, reading carefully for a while.

"Mr. Chen, are you really willing to stay in this small bookshop?" said the strange voice.

Wen Shu's handwriting is the small hairpin handwriting that most women would write.The only difference is that she often uses Fang Mo.Her ink is only sold in one bookstore in the capital.

Speaking of which, that time was also an accident.Wen Shu's daily hobbies, or those she can express clearly, are only reading, embroidery, calligraphy and playing the piano.

Wen Shu had no intention of prying into other people's private affairs. She left in a hurry and was afraid of disturbing others. She was in a dilemma for a while, so she could only quietly tiptoe and try to back away.

It is rainy in summer in central Beijing, and it is rare for a shower to clear up, and the sun is shining brightly. Wen Shu has long been short of ink. Taking this opportunity, she simply went out to buy it by herself.

It was a summer day when Wen Shu met Ming Yuchen for the first time.

However, the conversation between the two still drifted into Wen Shu's ears.I don't know what the shopkeeper said, but the man chuckled a couple of times. The laughter was not ostentatious, but it was also extremely wanton: "You taught those girls how to read, are you really willing to see what they entrusted to you?"

There are really few people there, perhaps this is also the reason why it has been able to keep quiet.

However, the conversation between the two still drifted into Wen Shu's ears.I don't know what the shopkeeper said, but the man chuckled a couple of times. The laughter was not ostentatious, but it was also extremely wanton: "You taught those girls how to read, are you really willing to see what they entrusted to you?"

"Mr. Chen, are you really willing to stay in this small bookshop?" said the strange voice.

Wen Shu's handwriting is the small hairpin handwriting that most women would write.The only difference is that she often uses Fang Mo.Her ink is only sold in one bookstore in the capital.

The information revealed between the words made Wen Shu cover her mouth in surprise.

Wen Shu had no intention of prying into other people's private affairs. She left in a hurry and was afraid of disturbing others. She was in a dilemma for a while, so she could only quietly tiptoe and try to back away.

However, the conversation between the two still drifted into Wen Shu's ears.I don't know what the shopkeeper said, but the man chuckled a couple of times. The laughter was not ostentatious, but it was also extremely wanton: "You taught those girls how to read, are you really willing to see what they entrusted to you?"

The information revealed between the words made Wen Shu cover her mouth in surprise.

But that day, when Wen Shu went there, it was rare that there were other people's voices in the book shop.Putting his hand on the door and pushing it open, Wen Shu heard a faint clear sound coming from inside the door, which was like a collision of jade and stones, which was pleasant to the ear.

That bookstore has been around for some years.When entering, everything inside seems to exude a simple and simple atmosphere.The boss will not take the initiative to ask for anything, just ask him what the guest is interested in.Even Wen Shu couldn't help sitting there every time he went there, reading carefully for a while.

There are really few people there, perhaps this is also the reason why it has been able to keep quiet.

But that day, when Wen Shu went there, it was rare that there were other people's voices in the book shop.Putting his hand on the door and pushing it open, Wen Shu heard a faint clear sound coming from inside the door, which was like a collision of jade and stones, which was pleasant to the ear.

"Mr. Chen, are you really willing to stay in this small bookshop?" said the strange voice.

Wen Shu had no intention of prying into other people's private affairs. At this time, she left in a hurry and was afraid of disturbing others. She was in a dilemma for a while, so she could only quietly
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