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Spring Is Hidden
After two years of marriage, if the real owner hadn't returned, Wen Sui would have almost forgotten her identity as a substitute. She was so immersed in Ling Yuan that she spent half her life in it. Until Ling Yuan delivered the divorce agreement to her. "Wen Sui, we are just a deal, don't use your child to tie me up." "Wen Sui, if I had known you were so difficult to deal with, I would rather feed the two million to the dogs than marry you." Everyone thought that Wen Sui was completely broken t
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Mr. Xiao, Miss Ye Has Come to Propose Again.
"Tell me why you must marry me." "Of course it's because I love you." Ye Xingcong said sweet words, but there was no emotion in his cold eyes. Qin Xiao sneered, no one in this world dared to prey on him, Qin Xiao, how brave he was. Unexpectedly, the day after her confession was rejected, Ye Xingcong watched Qin Xiao and his fiancée walking in front of her without squinting. Qin Xiao was immediately annoyed: Is this how she likes me? !
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Pretending to Be Nice Is What Miss Shen Is Best At.
[Crazy criticizes women for pretending to be good, and those in power will bow their heads] Ever since she met Lou Zheng, Shen Yunnong felt that this man was incompatible with her. Every time Shen Yunnong carefully laid out the trap of "hunting for beauty", it was completely destroyed by Lou Zheng. She thought she was a smart hunter, but she didn't expect that it was just a mantis hunting cicadas, and there was a yellow bird named Lou Zheng behind her. Until the last man around him was driven aw
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She Is Like the Warm Sun of Late Autumn
Su Yunnuan loved Lu Yao deeply, so much that he would give her life; Lu Yao hated Su Yunnuan deeply and hated her for ruining his love, so he never treated her well. "Lu Yaoshen, I don't regret loving you, but if I do it again, I won't love you again..." She did it, but he regretted it... Love is cautious, love is deep in the heart, love is willing to suffer all the grievances for him. Su Yunnuan has done all this for him. If he could do it again, it's a pity that there is no if...
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Don't Be Jealous, Rough Man.
In the wedding room where the red candle was burning, I suddenly opened my eyes, and the burning pain from the poisonous wine from my previous life still lingered in my throat. "It's time for the bride to hand over the land deed." The carved wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and Mrs. Zhao's pair of hanging eyes loomed under the red hijab, "Our Xiao family does not raise idlers."
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South Wind Meets Old Dream
New works are released. Welcome to Tomato Novel to read my works. I hope you all like them. Your attention is the motivation for my writing. I will try my best to tell every story!
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Fight Sparring Kiss
The first second I came back from rebirth, my teeth were hitting the boxing champion's blood-stained bandage. This tourniquet wrapped with gold thread in my previous life would strangle my throat in three days. But now it is stuck between my teeth, and the sweat mixed with the smell of rust seeps into the base of my tongue, reminding me of the three rotten molars in the coffin.
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The Soul Listener: Zhao Lichuan's File of Lies
Ghosts have obsessions, and people have beliefs. This is not a supernatural story that only tells horror, but an iron-blooded police detective with yin and yang eyes, in the gap between the world and the underworld, a file full of "redemption": when the police badge shines on the ghost, even death has a tender story.
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Enemy's Alimony
The white flags in the mourning hall were lifted up by the draft, which was very similar to the last scene I saw when I died in my previous life. The sandalwood mixed with stepmother Lin's hypocritical cries entered my nose. I stared at the crescent marks on my palms made by fingernails - this body still had the scars from the porcelain fragments scratched by my kneeling on the day my father died in the war.
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