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The Wise Husband Behind the Female CEO
On the day of the 18-year-old appraisal, the bracelet of top chaebol heir Yang Wei lit up - he is a "producer" This means that he must have a child before the age of 25, otherwise he will be an outcast of society. In order to silence those who knew about it, his father forced him to marry Hou Xichun, a commoner girl who was present that day, claiming that she was the producer. Hou Xichun thought she was Cinderella, marrying into a wealthy family, but being despised and indulged by the young mast
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The President Falls in Love with Me Who Is Evenly Matched
5 Years ago she was a fake daughter who was transferred and stepped on by everyone. Five years later, he was the CEO of a mysterious AI unicorn, terrifying the entire business world. The aloof man begged her with red eyes: "Xu Weiguang, this time, I will wait for you." She chuckled: "Yang Chenguang, we have always been matched." ———— Sadomasochism + refreshing articles + strong women + wife chasing crematorium, collect them without getting lost!
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After Conquering the Villain, He Tried to Kill Me Every Night
[System: Please defeat the villain Fan Ruoxu. If your favorability reaches 100, you can go home. I looked at the six-year-old child in front of me, who was covered in injuries and looked like a wolf cub, and I felt confident. Then I blocked a knife for him and died once. Favorability: 0.0000. After being reborn as the sickly cousin in his house, I just wanted to show off. Did he kill people and set fires? None of my business. Did he turn black and destroy the world? Let the heroine influence hi
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Transformed into the Most Useless Cockroach and Forced to Involute
When I woke up, I was a cockroach. The oily black carapace, six segmented legs, and two tentacles sweeping uncontrollably - I am not even qualified to vomit, because cockroaches do not have the ability to vomit. Before I could collapse, a giant dragonfly flew over my head, its mouthparts opened, and the wind from its wings could knock over grass stems. I hid in a crevice in the wood, folded my six legs, and held my tentacles close to the carapace, motionless. At that moment, I accepted my fate:
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