For Bai Yueguang, My Wife Stole My Nobel Prize
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My wife stole my Nobel Prize just to please her white moonlight. She secretly photographed my research materials and gave them to Chief Bai Yueguang, so that he could publish them first and become famous. When I was accused of plagiarism, I begged and she still refused to testify for me. "Zhou Lin, can you stop being so selfish?" Qin Ya sneered and arranged her hair. "Brother Mu Han's career has just started. Will you die if you help me?" "That's all you have anyway." She put on lipstick and her tone was as contemptuous as a beggar giving alms. Jiang Muhan hugged her waist and raised his eyebrows at me proudly: "Brother, thank you for the formula, we will make good use of it." "Ten years of hard work! That is my life!" I clenched my fists, and my blood vessels were about to explode. "Qin Ya, how am I sorry for you?" "Zhou Lin, can you be considerate? Don't be so pretentious!" It turns out that in her heart, Jiang Muhan's frown is ten thousand times more important than my Nobel Prize nomination. It turns out that the honor I tried so hard to give her was even worse than shit in her eyes!
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