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My Rustic CEO Is Actually a World-Destroying God
The building of Shengshi Group pokes right in the middle of Blue Star CBD. It has seventy-two floors and a fully glass curtain wall. On a sunny day, it can reflect the sun so much that people in the office building opposite can't open their eyes. Wang Yan's office is on the top floor. At 8:50 this morning, she was sitting in the custom-made leather chair worth three million, with a cup of white tea just delivered by her secretary in front of her. Her eyes fell on the tablet screen on the table,
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Holding the Town's Secret, the Irritated Wife Becomes Invincible
It was extremely hot in Nantang Town in June, and cicadas kept screaming. Ning Juanhua squatted at the back door of the "Hao Zai Lai" tailor shop, sewing a zipper stitch by stitch. A red mark was made on her finger by the thimble. She did not raise her head, holding a piece of thread in her mouth and staring at the bend at the edge of the fabric. "Sister Hua, have you changed your pants?" A head poked through the door, it was Mrs. Liu who was selling fish in the market next door. Ning Juanhua sp
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I Became a God When I Was Delivering Food
"Ding dong! You have a new Meituan takeout order, please process it in time!" The ear-piercing beep of the mobile phone shocked Wang Hong, who was lying on the dormitory bed with his body stretched out. He slowly touched the second-hand fruit machine with a screen cracked into a spider web beside the bed, and squinted at it. "The distance from the south gate of Linjiang University to Faculty Building No. 3 Is 1.2 Kilometers, and the estimated income is 4.5 Yuan." "Tsk." Wang Hong curled his lips
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If I Ask You to Be a Lady, You Will Become the Most Foul-Mouthed Person on the Internet.
"Classmate Leng Ziyan, you will be the representative of the music appreciation class this week." The old professor on the podium pushed up his glasses with unquestionable certainty in his tone. Dozens of eyes in the classroom instantly focused on him, with envy, jealousy, and naturalness all mixed together. Leng Ziyan was sitting by the window, and the sunlight shone on her through the glass, giving the clean white college-style uniform a faint halo. She raised her head. There was no expression
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