Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Luo Dust gently rubbed his head, watching a movie and watching everything that happened in this body life.

Ten minutes later, she came to a conclusion.

Parallel time and space are two different time and space, because in this time and space, she does not think it is a good person.

More precisely, it should be changed from a person who has nothing to a rich family. Her ambition and means are bigger than anyone else.

Only after a final move, Luo Jiaxin’s wife Yang Yazhi took her life one step earlier.

If she is a little more precise, maybe the person who is lying here is Yang Yazhi.

If the original master is not dead, according to the memory, the person she wants to marry should not be a frost.

[The person she wants to marry is Frost Master's big master frost. 】

There are three children in the Frost House, plus the most frustrated Mrs. Frost’s son’s son is a stranger. A total of four people have the opportunity to inherit the legacy of Frost.

From the stranger...

Luo dusted his eyes slightly, and there was a strange feeling in his heart.

It seems that all characters and plots have an inevitable relationship with a thousand years ago.

It was a stranger...

The original owner of the year...

However, according to the current situation, the person she should see the most should be the young lady in Luojia who is only in her thirties - Yang Yazhi.

I don't know what kind of expression would be if she saw her daughter coming back from the morgue.

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At the same time, Luojia Villa.

The white cage was hung high and there was a mourning voice. The most miserable thing to cry was Yang Yazhi who was kneeling in front of the crown.

The rest of the people stood in a row on both sides of the left and right, all with tears in their eyes.

But as long as you look more seriously, you can see the indifference of these people's eyes.

Before the death of the Luo family, 60% of the inheritance was left to the original owner, and the remaining people could only get 40% of the inheritance.

Everyone present here naturally wants the original Lord to die. It doesn't matter who moves the hand.

Among them, only one man has no tears in his eyes, only a touch of coldness.

He is the son of Mrs. Luo’s last wife, Luo Wei.

"Dust... How did you leave like this? Hehe... You make your mother's heart hurt and hurt."

"Yeah. The lord loves the dust so much that even the inheritance is divided up to her, how can she..."

"What is the heritage... The life of the dust is the most important thing." Yang Yazhi's tears of rain with pear flowers wiped the tears: "If the dust can come back, my legacy can be left to her..."

"Mr., don't be sad, your body is tight." The biggest daughter, Luo Xue, said: "Probably Dad is too much to miss the dust..."

......

In fact, if it wasn't for Luo Chen's own eyes, she couldn't even imagine that there was a group of people in the world who could use this rehearsal to play this ‘big show’.

“叩叩叩——” Luo Dust gently knocked on the door, interrupted the drama, cleared the scorpion and said: “You don’t feel so sad, but if you are willing to give me the legacy of my father, I I am also very happy to accept it."

"hiss--"

Only for a moment, everyone now **** a sigh of relief and widens their eyes to the door.

In addition to Luo Wei.

Although his eyes flashed a touch of surprise, but soon he blinked slightly, and his mouth raised a very light smile.