Li Jianguo entered Qinman Siheyuan. The monthly salary of a sixth-level engineer was 178, the highest in the whole hospital. Qin Huairu thought he was poor, so she followed Jia Dongxu into the city as a gift of 20 yuan. Now she lives across the street, and her face is as dark as the bottom of a pot. Jia Dongxu has been working as a second-level fitter for so many years, earning thirty-five and a half yuan. Li Jianguo walked into the courtyard carrying two kilograms of pork, children's cotton-padded clothes, candy and snacks to replenish Xiaoxin's health. Banggeng was lying on the ground with shoe marks on his face, and Ms. Jia Zhang screamed at the top of her lungs about who had touched her Banggeng. Li Jianguo reached out and picked up his niece. Xiaoxin rushed over and smiled like a flower. What happened in the courtyard had nothing to do with him.
Reader comments
Pulling articles always get low marks
Aiwen is not interesting.
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My salary is beyond your reach. It's exactly the same. Where did you steal it from?
The plot in the middle is very confusing, and sometimes the names don't match up, but I'll make do with it.
Pulling articles always get low marks
Aiwen is not interesting.
All written by AI
My salary is beyond your reach. It's exactly the same. Where did you steal it from?
The plot in the middle is very confusing, and sometimes the names don't match up, but I'll make do with it.
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