My Neighbor Stole 99 Parcels from Me, and I Asked Her to Be Buried in the C Position at the Mid-autumn Festival Neighborhood Banquet
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My boyfriend, who was on a business trip for 99 days, the first thing he did when he got home was to break up with me. His face was dark, and his eyes were full of disappointment, "Since you don't love me anymore, why did you lie to me? You haven't touched any of the gifts I gave you, right?" I was stunned, what gift? He clicked on his phone and showed me his shopping records in the past three months. Australian steak, La Mer, Hermès bags... The last item is a diamond ring worth millions. A total of 99 pieces, one piece every day, never stopping. But I didn't receive any. At this moment, my phone dinged, and among the community owners, the neighbor aunt who loves to show off most started to swipe the screen again. "Oh, my son is still filial. Today he bought me a big diamond ring. He said it looks much better on me than those little girls!" In the accompanying picture, the ring is exactly the same as the photo on my boyfriend's phone. It turns out that my missing express delivery was 'taken' by the neighbor's good son! I watched her being admired by everyone in the group and smiled slowly. After taking my things, I let her know what "social death" is.
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