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My Daughter Helped Me Out When There Was a Problem with the Divorce Agreement
There was a pile of debris next to my work station. I put Nian Nian on the chair and took out my phone to call a taxi. Before the call was dialed, I heard Nian Nian playing with plasticine and mumbling: "Let daddy's inner thoughts come out and play... Come out and play..." "Nian Nian, don't play around with things." I said casually and continued dialing. "It's already out." Nian Nian's voice was filled with pride. I turned around and saw her pressing a lump of plasticine onto my copy of the divo
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I Can Read Minds and Let My Cousins Break Through Their Defenses.
"Su Nian, how long are you going to lie down? Do you really think you are a rich lady?" A middle-aged woman in an apron stood beside the bed with her hands on her hips, with undisguised disgust on her lips, "The Lu family has raised you for so many years, and you don't even know how to say thank you? Get up and wash the dishes!" My mind was still covered, but my body instinctively jumped out of bed. The bed was as hard as a wooden board, the quilt was so thin that it was transparent, and the roo
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After Marrying a Scumbag, I Forced Him to Cheat and Become Rich
When I opened my eyes, I was lying in a pure white space. There was nothing around, no walls, no doors, and even the ground beneath his feet was glowing with a dazzling white light. I subconsciously wanted to stand up, but found that I couldn't control my body at all, and my whole figure was nailed in place. "Host binding completed." A cold voice exploded in my mind, without emotion or ups and downs, just like a cell phone reading automatically. "The pain transformation system breaks out of its
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The Abandoned Queen in the Cold Palace: the More I Seek Death, the More I Love the Emperor
My neck hurts. This is the first feeling after regaining consciousness, the feeling of being squeezed tightly by Bai Ling, the bones rattling, and the breath being deprived inch by inch, it is like it grows from the bones and cannot be shaken off. The second feeling is cold. The biting cold penetrated from the back, like lying in an ice cellar. I opened my eyes suddenly and saw a shabby bed tent covered with dark yellow stains and spider webs hanging from the corners. There was a musty smell in
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