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After the Divorce, the Ex-Husband Couldn't Afford to Be High
After five years of marriage, I was as humble as dust, and what I got in exchange was the return of my husband's white moonlight and a divorce agreement. On the day I left the house, he held the pregnant Bai Yueguang in his arms and smiled contemptuously: "You are nothing if you leave me." Three years later, at the International Finance Summit, I was the newly appointed president of the Asia-Pacific region. And he, as the representative of the bankrupt company, was grovelingly submitting a coope
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After My Undercover Mission Failed, I Became the Warlord's Bai Yueguang
In his previous life, Ye Weilan was a top undercover agent with a top-secret mission. He was ordered to approach the warlord Shen Jue, but failed and was executed by him in a leaky woodshed. When she opened her eyes again, she went back to the time when Shen Jue was sixteen years old - the skinny bastard huddled in the dilapidated woodshed, suffering from a high fever, while the slave sent by the mistress of the Shen family had already walked out the door carrying poison. In this life, she tore
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Perfect Community Rules
I inherited my aunt's apartment in the old town, and when I moved in, I realized that everything here was weird. Article 1 of the property manual: "Please make sure your neighbors are human." There is always someone knocking on the door late at night, but there is no one in the peephole. Until I found my aunt's diary under the bed. The last page said: "Don't trust anyone, including yourself. Also, never go to the 14th floor. " But my apartment is on the 14th floor.
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My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Remarry?
After three years of marriage, with just one phone call from Song Yan's Bai Yueguang, he could leave me on the hospital bed and stay up all night. I gave up my career and made soup for him, but what I got in exchange was his contemptuous words: "You eat and use mine, what right do you have to make trouble?" Until I was diagnosed with terminal gastric cancer and my life was counting down, he hugged Bai Yueguang and said casually: "Her? She's just pretending to be sick to gain sympathy." I signed
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