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After Ten Years of Hiding, the Queen Begged Me to Remarry.
This is the celebration site for the tenth anniversary of the establishment of Lin Group. Lin Wanqing stood in the center of the stage, wearing a white evening dress that made her skin look as good as snow and her face was cold and charming. She is the out-and-out queen of Yuncheng's business community. At this moment, she is facing the microphone, and her cold voice spreads throughout the venue. "Thank you to all the guests for taking time out of your busy schedule to come to the Lam Group's
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My Palace Fighting System Was Disconnected from the Internet for Half a Year, the Queen's Maid Drama
The rag in my hand was still dripping, and the cold wind poured in from my collar, chilling me. My mind was buzzing, like hundreds of bees having a meeting. No, it's not a buzz, it's someone talking. "Ding! The Gongdou System has been bound to the host Su Wanning." "The host's current identity is detected: Chu Xiu Gong Mo and other palace maids. Danger index: extremely high." "Friendly reminder: Follow the guidance of this system, and you can be promoted to the queen within three days." Before I
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I Give History a Zero Score. the Song Dynasty Collapsed.
I fucking traveled through time. When this idea came to me, I didn't even panic. Maybe my career as a working-class slave, who worked overtime for three days in a row and failed the public examination for the fifth time, had already worn down my emotional threshold to iron. Just go back in time, it's better than having to hand in that never-ending special rectification report next week. I sat up and looked at the room I was in. There is a green brick floor, an old elm table, and a pile of yellow
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Under the Center of the Earth, the Order Is Clear
At 3:27 in the morning, in the maintenance area on the ground floor of the Tianqiong-3 space station, in front of the seventh information filtering wall monitoring terminal. Lin Shen stared at the steady flow of blue-green data on the screen, his eyelids as heavy as lead. The thermos cup in the tea room is still warm, and the condensed water droplets on the wall of the cup are slowly sliding down, making an almost inaudible ticking sound in the dim computer room. Fatty Chen, who was in the next
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Mr. Accountant of the Great Qing Dynasty: I Work as a Treasurer for Qianlong
While my body was still falling, I lost consciousness. Then, here I am. I looked down at the clothes I was wearing, a cyan gown with lots of patches, and the cuffs were worn white. The fingers are also much thinner than in memory, and the way I hold the pen is stiff, as if I have never done this kind of work before. "Heshen, why are you in a daze? Have you finished copying the account books I asked you to copy?" A high-pitched voice came down from the top of my head. I looked up and saw a greasy
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