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The Movie King Exposes the System, and the Fan Leader Has Gone Dark
The spotlight at the awards ceremony hurt my eyes. I stood on the side of the stage, listening to the host read out in an excited tone that lasted for three beats, "The winner of the 17th Golden Deer Award for Best Actor is -". Thousands of fans in the audience held up light signs, like a flowing galaxy. My name flashed in that galaxy for three years, and I thought I would get used to it. Until the words on those light signs all turned blood red. "Chen Mo, I love you" became "-99". The system pa
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Abandoning a Son-In-Law, the Husband Values His Son
Jiangcheng, the top Genting hotel. The crystal chandeliers were as bright as the stars, illuminating the entire banquet hall as bright as day. The well-dressed guests held champagne and gathered together in twos and threes, chatting in low voices. The air was filled with the luxurious smell of perfume and money. Today is the 60th birthday of Su Guofu, chairman of Su Group. And Lin Chen was just an outlier in this feast. Wearing a cheap suit that had been washed white, he stood alone in the most
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In the Wasteland, I Am the Rule
"Lin Fan, let's break up." Cold, decisive, without a trace of nostalgia. Su Ya, the woman I have loved for three years, is standing in this rental house of less than ten square meters, looking at me with a look like looking at garbage. In the room, the air was still filled with the sour smell of the leftover instant noodle soup from last night, which was incompatible with the rich perfume of the Chanel dress she was wearing, as if two worlds were separated. I lowered my head and didn't speak
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Dimension Purifier
When Kou Yulei took his last breath, his enemy's sinister smile still echoed in his ears. The next second, a severe headache exploded. He opened his eyes suddenly, and the dazzling incandescent light made him dizzy. The old computer screen was dimly lit, and the date in the lower right corner was very clear: January 3, 2009. "I... Am not dead?" Memory fragments poured in like crazy - he was thirty years old, the second-in-command of a transnational smuggling group, there was a fire at the dock,
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