(Don't read it, it's a novice's black history article, an auditing cow horse's fantasy before his death)
[Sweet Pet + Time Travel + Dog Blood]
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I kissed a vixen at the beginning of time travel, and he wanted to marry me every day...
Vixen: I want to get married! Little Rabbit: I don't! I don't want to get married at eighteen...
A small migrant worker specializing in government auditing in a small firm finally died of exhaustion at work. Unexpectedly, after being reborn, he found that he had disguised himself as a man and infiltrated the Tianyan Dynasty Audit Department. What made Ye Chenchen even more frustrated was that except for her, everyone else was related! Audit dogs don't even do it! There is no way, the vixen leader is threatening his life, and if he doesn't get any results, he will report it! In order to save his life, Ye Chenchen had to continue working and get himself killed!
But why does the vixen keep forcing him to get married? Wuwuwu, although she loves him, she doesn't want to get married!
Gongdouzhao can't fight at all...
Reader comments
It's good to read. The author's complaints in the article are very true. I remember that the author said in another article that he is engaged in auditing. If I remember correctly, hahaha, the author has been resentful of his work for a long time. Hahahahahahaha. Persimmons, hurry up and save the author. It is obvious that the writing is not bad, but the data is so bad [I'm about to cry]. Finally one day, a gust of wind will come and blow away the dust on the pearls. I wish the author to wait for his own gust of wind as soon as possible [Sending my heart]
It's good to read. The author's complaints in the article are very true. I remember that the author said in another article that he is engaged in auditing. If I remember correctly, hahaha, the author has been resentful of his work for a long time. Hahahahahahaha. Persimmons, hurry up and save the author. It is obvious that the writing is not bad, but the data is so bad [I'm about to cry]. Finally one day, a gust of wind will come and blow away the dust on the pearls. I wish the author to wait for his own gust of wind as soon as possible [Sending my heart]
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