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After the Divorce, Zhou Lu Completely Lost Control
In the third year of her marriage, Shen Zhiwei watched helplessly as someone else's name was signed on the project she had made at her husband's company's celebration banquet. She secured Gu's resources, did public relations, and prevented crises, and accompanied him from nothing to great glory. In the end, what she got in exchange was his favoritism, precautions, and an understatement of "Don't make trouble." That night, Shen Zhiwei handed over the divorce agreement, withdrew resources and left
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I Married His Investor After the Wedding Was Called Off
[Marriage first, love later + wife chasing crematorium + wealthy CEO] On the day of the wedding, her fiancé abandoned Wen Qiao for his old love and asked her to secure the venue and investors for him. Everyone thought she would become a joke, but only Xie Linzhou saw her ability, dignity and weight. He handed over a marriage contract and a brand new card table. From that day on, she stopped endorsing her ex, and he gave her his preference and support step by step. By the time her ex finally regr
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After the AI Dies, the Words I Write Will Come True
On the day when the global AI went down, everything Lin Miaomiao wrote on the paper came true. I wrote "It's so hot in the classroom." The leaves of the sycamore trees outside the window fell in September. When writing "The Boss Backlights", a three-meter-tall flamingo stood on the rooftop, lowered his head and said to her - Woman, your eyes betray you. Then she discovered she wasn't the only one at school. The boy who drew rabbit hairpins and drew forty-seven scraps, could she write Calligraphy
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Don't Kneel Down, Scumbag, the Person Who Has Been Secretly in Love with Me for Ten Years Is Here.
At the celebration banquet, Song Wen smiled in front of everyone and said, "Wen Ran? Either her girlfriend or a painter." Wen Ran put the pen that had been engraved for ten years on the table. It's not throwing, it's letting go. "Mr. Song, that's it." He turned around and dialed a number he hadn't contacted in ten years. On the other end of the phone, Shen Ji, the founder of Yanguang Games, put down the hot cocoa in his hand—— He has been watching her since the first year of high school. Second
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