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I Am Tampering with History in the Strange Tales of Rules
"Tick tock, tick tock..." The old faucet made a feeble whine in the small rental house, as if accompanying the owner's despair. Lin Ye sat blankly on the edge of the bed, holding a thin piece of paper tightly in his hand. Every cold number on it was like a poisonous sharp knife, repeatedly stabbing his heart. [Hospitalization fee reminder] Patient: Lin Qing. Today's cost: 38,600 yuan. Account balance: two hundred and seventeen yuan and five cents. Warm reminder: Please pay the fee as soon as pos
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Daughter Fights Fraud, Her Father Is the Number One Target
The cream on the cake got on my hand, and I was hurriedly wiping An An's face when she suddenly stopped moving. To be precise, her chubby hands that were patting cream suddenly froze in mid-air, as if someone had pressed the pause button. I was squatting on the ground looking for the slippers that had been kicked away by her. When I looked up, I saw her eyes widened, staring at the air in front of her in a daze. "An'an?" She ignored me, her mouth slightly opened, and her eyes looking straight. M
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The Cute Baby with the Ball Resurrects the National Bai Yueguang
"Mom, I'm full." When Shen Yan pushed the bowl over, I glanced at the half bowl of porridge left at the bottom of the bowl, and reached out to touch her little face. "Can the baby take two more bites?" "No, mom, eat it." She shook her head and stared at me with her big eyes. My nose felt sour, so I lowered my head and finished the half bowl of porridge. The rice soup is as thin as water, with some sugar added. Mother and daughter have been drinking it for two days. The phone vibrated again. Arti
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Community Feng Shui Master: I Worked Overtime to Break the Deadlock
At 2:14 in the morning, I was the only idiot in the entire office building still changing the drawings. I stared at the red annotations on the CAD layer, and my eyes were so sore that I could hardly open them. The WeChat icon in the lower right corner of the screen was still flashing. Sales Director Fatty Chen sent the seventeenth voice message. I was too lazy to listen. I could tell what he was urging just by reading the text - "Let's work together. Party A will see the facade plan tomorrow. Yo
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