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Natural Disaster: I, with Hoarding Paranoia, Was Buried by a Woman
Li Qi felt so happy. No, that's not accurate enough. He felt like he was standing on top of the world, raising an energetic middle finger to the group of idiots who once laughed at his illness. "I knew it! I knew it would be like this!" Late at night, in the control room of the underground fortress, the heating was turned on fully. Li Qi curled up on the ergonomic chair, like a dragon guarding treasure, stroking his thirty-page supply list over and over again. There are 412 packages of compresse
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My Dad Is the Richest Man and My Mom Said Run Away
The afternoon sun has a lazy flavor, passing through the gaps in the blinds and cutting a few golden spots on the wooden floor. The air was filled with the cheap and refreshing aroma of instant coffee. Su Wan sat in front of the drawing board, and the pressure-sensitive pen in her hand rustled on the digital tablet, outlining the outline of a misty forest. She still has one final background to finish before her deadline today. Only when the mind is calm can the hand be steady. "Mommy! Mommy!" A
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Mommy, I'll Take over This CEO Daddy for You.
The moment the cabin door opened, a stream of moist and warm air rushed in. It's sticky, with a smell unique to southern cities, a mixture of exhaust fumes and plant smells. Su Nuan subconsciously wrapped her thin coat tightly, her fingertips touched the cold armrest, and a chill flowed down her arms and into her heart. Five years. She finally returned to city A. "Mommy." A soft voice sounded beside her. Su Nuan lowered her head and saw her son Su Nian looking up at her with a small face. The ch
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I Farm, She Is Cremated
The Liu family's restaurant is so quiet that you can hear the crisp and cold sound of silver knives and forks hitting bone china dinner plates. The air was filled with the mixed aroma of truffles and steak. It was expensive, but had a subtle sense of depression. Gu Chen lowered his head and silently put the last piece of broccoli on his plate onto Liu Ruyan's plate. He has been doing this movement for three years, and he is as skilled as muscle memory. "That's enough." Liu Ruyan's voice was like
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