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Logical Abyss: Master Bingshan's Script for Breaking Off the Engagement
The Lin family's old house is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations today. The red lanterns are hung as if they are free, and the incense fills the yard with the scent of sandalwood, which makes people's brains ache. It was said that it was Mrs. Lin's 80th birthday, but in fact no one in the circle knew that this birthday party was just a cover. The real drama was that the Lin family wanted to break off their engagement with that good-for-nothing young master of the Meng family. Meng
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I Saw the Ancient Spell on Her Body
Jiangcheng Mansion No. 1, The "Violet" box on the third floor. The light of the crystal chandelier shattered on the expensive Persian carpet, like gold flowing on the ground. In the air, the sweet scent of cigars mixed with the scent of expensive perfumes from ladies, forming an invisible net that isolated Lin Fan. The collar of the T-shirt he was wearing had been washed a little loosely, and the white color was almost gray. Sitting here like an intruder. Opposite her, Su Qingwan had exquisite m
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I Became a Top Player by Plundering Resources
Hengdian in June is as hot as a steamer. Yunci squatted in the corner of the crew, holding half an unfinished cigarette in his hand, and his costume was soaked through three layers of sweat. This is a spy drama of the Republic of China. He plays the role of the seventh supporting actor next to the male protagonist - he has no lines. In the third episode, when the male protagonist walks into the ballroom, he only has to stand behind the bar and clean glasses, and then he is killed by a stray bull
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The Plot I Made up All Came True
Chen An was woken up by a musty smell. He opened his eyes and saw a yellowed old-fashioned ceiling fan above his head. It spun and made a creaking sound, as if it was about to fall down and chop off someone's head at any time. There is a calendar hanging on the wall, with a Hong Kong star with wavy hair printed on it, and the words below - July 1997. "What kind of plane..."
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