
Working at the Siheyuan
我在四合院打工
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 837k Words
- Genre
- Fanfiction
- Subgenre
- Film & TV Fanfiction
- Updated
- 3y ago
- Source
- Faloo
Synopsis
All-time: Reads, Flowers.
338Chapters
2.9MReads
5.7kFlowers
10.0Score
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Reader comments 41
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It's understandable to be deceived by your boss when you're out of society, just think of it as a loss to improve your memory, but at the end of the day, when your cancer is in the final stage and your friend ran away with your girlfriend, you committed suicide? Anyway, you only have a few days to live. If you don't seek justice, are you still waiting for you to die and let these two spend your money to live happily? Is this ** mentally ill? If it's me, she's only been alive for a few days anyway. How can she still want to live a good life after taking my money? Let's go down together
It's poisonous at the beginning. Before you die, bankrupt your partner and ex-girlfriend and send them to jail.
After reading the first chapter, I didn't want to read anymore. To say that the protagonist is mentally retarded is just to flatter your brain...
What a talent, he actually committed suicide and it was me, so I went to kill my girlfriend.
Why do I feel that the protagonist can't survive the rhythm of three episodes? Others are not getting enough to eat, and you are eating and drinking every day.
I met a woman who talked a lot to herself. I've never seen anyone write a novel like this.
*Mud horse. After reading one chapter, labor and management will call you a **author. In the 1960s, there was Coke and lollipops. **
**Author Fei Lu Mango, you are a **thing that can be taken out casually in six years. I have never seen such a **** author who can't use up all the **things he buys every day for a month.
I feel like the protagonist is like a victim
Why the hell don't you open your eyes and close them to sleep over and over again?