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  1. Gooseju Five Generations Yuan XiaoyiAncient Romance120k Wordsongoing In the afternoon of June, the heat is like a sticky film wrapping around this small town called "Ning'an" in the south of the Yangtze River. I was sitting by the window of the community service center. The fine sweat on my forehead had just been wiped away by a tissue, but it quickly came out again. The old outdoor air conditioner buzzed outside the window, and the wind blowing in carried a vague musty smell, but it was better than nothing. 1.4kReads—Score—Shelves
  2. Yuan Xiaoyi's 19Th Book Yuan XiaoyiModern Romance100k Wordscompleted Shi Daye sat slumped on the leather swivel chair in the chairman's office, rubbing his aching temples. As the founder of the national chain lactation agency "Rurun Wanjia", in order to expand his business in the past few years, he has to deal with countless documents, meetings and customer complaints every day. 90Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. I'm Not Copying People Yuan Xiaoyi Loves to Eat PineapplesEastern Fantasy203k Wordsongoing Chen Yin was hunted by the entire cultivation world. Who would have thought that the crime was plagiarism. He can perfectly copy all the techniques in the world. After watching the sword technique once, you can use it exactly as it is; with a palm of spiritual power, you can even copy the meridians path of the opponent's spiritual power with perfect accuracy. The righteous way said that he was a thief who stole the Tao, and the evil way scolded him for breaking the rules. The major sects jointl 22Reads—Score—Shelves
  4. Jax's Time Travel Yuan XiaoyiHistorical122k Wordsongoing At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the top-floor conference room of the "Hengyu" headquarters building in Lujiazui, Shanghai, the meandering waves of the Huangpu River can be seen outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, but the room is filled with a tense atmosphere. Jax is sitting at the main seat, wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit. On his left is Sister Li, the team's jewelry appraiser, and on his right is Xiao Chen, the marketing specialist. Sitting across from him was Zhang Qishan, the 6Reads—Score—Shelves
  5. Locke Beast Control: Invincible Starting from the Demon Wolf Yuan Xiaoyi Loves to Eat Pineapples181k Wordsongoing (Elf) (Beast Control) (Rock Kingdom) On the day when his sophomore year of high school ended, Su Fei walked out of the examination room with an estimated score of 688. This score is not enough to reach the legendary level Elf Egg distribution line. Epic, awesome. Coming from an ordinary family, there is no money to hire a guide to catch wild elves, and no way to buy eggs from the black market. Su Fei knew very well that there was only one way in his life: relying on distribution, relying on luc 4Reads—Score—Shelves
  6. Mo Yan Jinghong Yuan XiaoyiAncient Romance69k Wordscompleted In Shanghai in the late winter of 2024, fine snow was falling outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Bund office buildings. Mi Daye curled up in his workstation, staring at the beating clock in the lower right corner of the computer screen - two seventeen in the morning. The coffee machine hummed idling for the third time. She numbly took a bite of the cold sandwich, and the salty salad dressing mixed with wet tears slid down her throat. 3Reads—Score—Shelves
  7. Yu Daye Travels Through Ancient Times Yuan XiaoyiHistorical109k Wordscompleted Yu Daye was rubbing his temples on the leather chair in the office, unread messages flashing on the screen of his mobile phone. As the chairman of the largest escort company in the country, he has to deal with countless matters every day, from customer complaints to business cooperation, all of which require his personal intervention. 3Reads—Score—Shelves
  8. The Big Goose Travels Through the Ming Dynasty Yuan XiaoyiHistorical83k Wordsongoing When the astringent smell of soap locust mixed with damp mold suddenly entered the nasal cavity, Huai Dagoose was dreaming that he had made Party A drunk at the signing site. He remembered that Party A was so fat-headed that he slapped the table and shouted, "Xiaohuai, this order is for you." As soon as he finished speaking, the wine glass in his hand hit the ground with a clang, and then the world was spinning - not drunk, but really turned upside down, as if someone had been thrown from the te 2Reads—Score—Shelves
  9. Northern Dynasties History Yuan XiaoyiAncient Romance64k Wordscompleted The neon lights of the summer night glowed on the glass windows. Mao Dagoose took off his headphones and rubbed his swollen temples. The leather of the gaming chair had already been worn into wrinkles, and the game settlement interface on the screen glowed coldly. He had just finished his eight-hour play order. The buckets of instant noodles on the table were piled up into a small mountain, and the top bucket still contained condensed red oil. 2Reads—Score—Shelves
  10. Medical Knowledge in Shuhan Yuan XiaoyiHistorical93k Wordsongoing Zhou Ming sighed: "You are just too kind. But it's okay, the righteous will be righteous. Now that this matter has been clarified, you can prepare the report for the seminar as usual, and no one can stop you." After hanging up the phone, Zi Che Tailong leaned on the back of his chair and looked at the sycamore tree outside the window. The autumn wind blows and the leaves rustle down, just like those inexplicable entanglements in the workplace. It's not that he doesn't understand the complexity o 2Reads—Score—Shelves
  11. The Shocking Record of the Vast Sea Yuan XiaoyiHistorical119k Wordsongoing At the Shanghai International Convention Center, the spotlight of the "China Salt Industry Annual Ceremony" was focused on the center of the stage. Lian Tam was wearing a dark suit, standing tall and holding the "Technological Innovation Leader of the Year" trophy in his hand. The cold light of the metal reflected the calmness in his eyes. Under the stage, half of the country's salt industry - state-owned enterprise bosses and private giants - were looking at the 32-year-old with approval. 2Reads—Score—Shelves
  12. The Downtrodden Scholar Wu Yuansu Yuan XiaoyiEastern Fantasy74k Wordscompleted The rain in Chang'an is wrapped in the fragrance of ink, turning the bluestones on Zhuque Street into different shades of dark brown. Wu Yuansu lay on the carved window lattice on the second floor of Zuixian Building, watching the rain curtains hanging from the corners of the eaves weaving into a hazy net in the wind. He clutched the jade pendant around his waist, and the cold touch reminded him that this was not a dream - three days ago, he was sorting out materials on the literary history of t 2Reads—Score—Shelves
  13. The Fate of Fujian Yuan XiaoyiMystery123k Wordsongoing At eight o'clock in the evening, the "Deyishe" theater in Beijing was packed with seats. Before the red velvet curtain opened, the backstage was already as busy as a "honeycomb". Zhongde was wearing a tailor-made dark blue gown and was adjusting his collar button in front of the mirror with a calm smile on his face. He is thirty-five years old this year. As the president of Deyi Club, he is not only a pillar-level crosstalk actor, but he has also built this small club that was once on the verge 2Reads—Score—Shelves
  14. Song Dynasty Fantasy Chapter Yuan XiaoyiHistorical70k Wordscompleted When BC Goose was awakened by the sound of rain falling on the window sill, the electronic clock in the duty room was jumping to 3:17 in the morning. He rubbed his eyes and glanced at the mountain of music scores piled up next to his desk - they were backup manuscripts for the rehearsal of "Ode to Joy" for the junior high school tomorrow. The edges of the pages were stained by a few drops of dark brown stains from the coffee he drank last night. As the youngest music teacher at the city's No. 3 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  15. Pan Daye Travels Through Ancient Times Yuan XiaoyiAncient Romance81k Wordscompleted The neon lights of Hangzhou Sijiqing Wholesale Market dimmed into blurry spots in the heavy rain. When Pan Daye rushed into the warehouse with the last box of sample clothes, a thunder suddenly exploded in the rain curtain. He staggered and held on to the clothing racks piled up in a hill. The moment his fingertips touched the metal crossbar, the lights in the entire warehouse suddenly distorted into a swirling stream of light. 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  16. Yun Goose's Travels Yuan XiaoyiAncient Romance83k Wordsongoing The news that the fief lord ordered to reduce the expenses of the inner house was like a stone thrown into a calm lake. Within a few days, it rippled in every corner of Ji's mansion. When Yun Daye swept the corridor every day, he could always hear the servants whispering, saying that the maid in the second lady's courtyard was given twenty canes because the powder she distributed was half missing. He also said that the bronze mirror in the third lady's room was cracked, and the steward actually 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  17. The Fantasy Realm of Tang Dynasty: the Path of the Provincial Consultant Yuan XiaoyiAncient Romance88k Wordsongoing The summer heat in Chang'an carries a sweet, moist heat that sticks to the back of the sweaty goose's neck, like the hand of his former office director who always loved to rest on the shoulders of his subordinates. He opened his eyes suddenly, and the first thing he saw was not the yellowing water stains on the ceiling of the rental house, but a piece of swaying burlap embroidered with dark red stains. The sour smell of sweat, feces and some kind of grass lingered on the tip of my nose, and in m 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  18. Iron Incident of Jin Dynasty Yuan XiaoyiAncient Romance95k Wordsongoing The last thing Wei Daye remembered was the glass of red wine that someone "accidentally" spilled on his laptop at the company's annual meeting. When the screen went black for a moment, she was still scolding the cheap tablecloth bought by the planning team for not being spill-proof. The next second, something hit her hard on the back of her head. The world was spinning, and she could only hear the panicked screams of her colleagues. 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  19. Goose Palm Steps on Purple Dust Yuan XiaoyiHistorical114k Wordsongoing The last thing Que Daye remembered was a pair of bright yellow cloud-head brocade shoes embroidered with lotus-tangled patterns. The shoe last was an orphan item that she asked someone to photograph from overseas. It was said to be the private property of a certain noble concubine during the Wanli period. The pearls on the toe of the shoe glowed coldly under the spotlights in the exhibition hall, but there was a very slight crack on the heel - it was this crack. 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  20. Sui Palace Fight: the Big Goose Yuan XiaoyiHistorical145k Wordsongoing It was like being hit repeatedly on the temple with a blunt object, or it was like being hungover for three days and nights and feeling heavy and drowsy. E Daye struggled to open her eyelids, but the dazzling light made her close her eyes again instantly, and she let out a whimper in her throat, like a kitten's tail being stepped on. "You still dare to pretend to be dead?" A sharp and mean female voice blasted in your ears, "You dare to be lazy in the noble's bedroom, I think you are tired of li 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  21. A Life of Stunts Under Neon Lights Yuan XiaoyiHistorical106k Wordsongoing At 7:30 in the evening, in the conference room on the 48th floor of Shanghai's "World Financial Center", there was a bright neon light strip outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Inside the window, Susmode held an unlit pen between his fingertips, and his eyes calmly glanced at the negotiation team of "Xinghui Culture and Tourism" opposite. "Director Su," Xinghui's president Zhang Qiming put down his coffee cup. 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  22. Under the Imperial Guard, the Ordinary Edge Yuan XiaoyiAncient Romance138k Wordsongoing Shanghai outside the window is still soaked in ink, with only the scattered lights of office buildings outlining the city's outline. He stepped on soft-soled slippers and walked to the balcony. His fingertips ran across several pots of small-leaf rosewood bonsai placed on the railing. These were materials he "picked up" from Southeast Asian wood dealers and polished them into potted plants himself. They were used as decoration and to practice wood identification. 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  23. Mid-Ming Dynasty Yuan XiaoyiHistorical96k Wordsongoing Autumn, the seventh year of Jinghe. Lead-gray clouds, like water-soaked cotton wool, weigh heavily over Jurong County, Yingtian Prefecture. The leaves of the old locust tree next to the official road were wilted by the continuous rain, and the edges of the leaves were rolled into burnt yellow. When the wind blew, they rustled down, mixing with the rotten grass in the mud, exuding a damp and rotten smell. The great goose woke up from the cold. A biting chill penetrated into the seams of his bones 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  24. The Chief Assistant of Yue Shi Yuan XiaoyiHistorical99k Wordsongoing When the big goose woke up, the dull pain in the back of his head continued to ferment. The last scene he remembered was that the programmer who had been sitting at his desk all year round suddenly twitched on the physiotherapy bed. When he reached out to help him, the physiotherapy lamp brought down by the other person hit his head. The numb and itchy feeling of electric current flowing through the body still remained in the nerve endings. But the current feeling is definitely not the smell of —Reads—Score—Shelves
  25. The Big Goose Travels Through Xia and Shang Yuan XiaoyiEastern Fantasy134k Wordsongoing It was as if countless steel drills were drilled through the temples, swirling and stirring in the skull cavity, or as if ten vibrators were attached to the Tianling Cap at the same time and turned on to maximum power. Zhao Dagou tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as reinforced concrete. Every attempt stretched his facial muscles, causing tearing pain. "Hiss..." He took a breath of cold air, and his chaotic consciousness was like a pile foundation sunk in the mire, struggling —Reads—Score—Shelves
  26. Jin Ge Breaks the Law: Ai Xi's Story of Nanliang Storm Yuan Xiaoyi106k Wordsongoing At 5:30 in the morning, the skyline of Lujiazui, Shanghai was still immersed in the dark blue morning fog, but a lone light was already lit in the cross-border payment compliance office on the top floor of the World Financial Center. Ai Xi rubbed her eyebrows and typed the last line of code on the keyboard with her fingertips. The "Risk Model Verification Passed" prompt box popped up on the screen, like a bullet that accurately hit the bull's-eye, making her tense shoulders finally relax a littl —Reads—Score—Shelves
  27. Wu Yue Fengyun: Yang Toluo Yuan XiaoyiAncient Romance96k Wordsongoing He was sitting on the leather sofa in his office, his fingertips unconsciously caressing the Patek Philippe classic watch on his wrist - a gift given to himself on his 30th birthday. The tourbillon on the dial was fine-tuned by his own hands, and the travel time error was controlled within 0.5 Seconds per day. The design of the office exudes minimalist sophistication: three retro clock posters hang on the wall, three antique pocket watches he has restored (from Switzerland, France, and the late —Reads—Score—Shelves
  28. Goose Language in the Sui Dynasty: the Star Predicts the Viscount Yuan XiaoyiAncient Romance96k Wordsongoing The last thing Tian Daye remembered was the refracting telescope in the observation room of the observatory that had been with her for three years. The lens reflects Orion's blue light like a frozen sapphire. She has just finished typing the last set of star orbit data for this month in Excel - as a part-time astrologer, her "business" is limited to using astronomical software to simulate stars, and then using some ambiguous words to deceive customers; the rigor of a full-time accountant makes h —Reads—Score—Shelves
  29. The Story of the Promotion of Female Officials in Bianjing Yuan XiaoyiAncient Romance122k Wordsongoing Kuang Daye woke up from the cold. There was a layer of cold sweat stuck to the back of his neck, mixed with the rough grains of burlap, which made him shiver violently. There was the sound of rain outside the window. It was not the muffled sound of being smashed by the air conditioner outside the window of the rental house. It was like countless ladles of cold water being poured on the green tiles, making the eaves jingle and the faint thunder rolling across the sky. "Fuck..." He wanted to curse —Reads—Score—Shelves
  30. Da Goose Travels Through the Yuan Dynasty Yuan XiaoyiAncient Romance157k Wordsongoing The moment the tire ran over the water, Da Goose cursed. In the rearview mirror, the silver-gray Passat was biting up like a mad dog, its headlights making him dizzy. The purchase contract on the passenger seat still smells of ink. It needs to be signed with the supplier early tomorrow morning. If the order is delayed, this month's performance bonus will be wasted. "Do you know how to drive?" He pressed down the car window and shouted, and subconsciously touched the cigarette case with his left —Reads—Score—Shelves
  31. Nanchu Jailer Sui Daye Yuan XiaoyiAncient Romance136k Wordsongoing The last thing Sui Dae remembered was the dense numbers on the audit report rolling before his eyes as if they came alive. He rubbed his sore eyes, and as soon as his fingertips touched the ear of the thermos cup, a pale thunder exploded outside the window. It wasn't the dull rolling thunder of summer, but a crisp sound as sharp as broken glass. Then the lights in the entire office began to flash wildly, and the electricity made a strange "sizzling" sound. —Reads—Score—Shelves
  32. History of Xianchun Palace Yuan XiaoyiAncient Romance145k Wordsongoing The rain in the south of the Yangtze River always carries a lingering dampness, pattering on the gray tile eaves, forming a thin stream that meanders down the tiles, leaving circles of dark water marks on the muddy ground. The microscopic goose woke up from the cold, not the coldness of the air conditioner when the temperature was set too low, but the dampness and coldness that penetrated the bone marrow, like countless fine needles drilling into the seams of the bones along the pores. —Reads—Score—Shelves
  33. Online Headhunting Travels Through Ancient Times Yuan XiaoyiAncient Romance106k Wordsongoing Tong Daye opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was not the familiar ceiling of a rental house, but a dark blue tent ceiling embroidered with complicated cloud patterns. There was a faint smell in the air, one could not tell whether it was herbs or incense, which was completely different from the citrus scent she was used to. —Reads—Score—Shelves
  34. Daming Palace: Electrician HR Manager's Promotion Yuan XiaoyiHistorical97k Wordsongoing In June, Jiangcheng was as sultry as an airtight steamer. Tall Goose tugged at his sweat-soaked shirt and stared irritably at the dense employee attendance sheet on the computer screen. As the HR manager of "Bright Power", he had just finished handling a difficult labor dispute - three veteran electricians joined forces to demand high-temperature subsidies. They spoke so fiercely that they almost took action. —Reads—Score—Shelves
  35. Daming Dianzai Yuan XiaoyiHistorical130k Wordsongoing The last thing Tan Daye remembered was the dazzling arc light in the 35 kV substation. As a division-level official in the operation and maintenance department of a municipal bureau of the State Grid Corporation of China, he should have been reviewing quarterly reports in the office, but instead he had to go to the site to supervise the replacement of old equipment. The midsummer thunderstorm came unexpectedly, and before the buzzing of the lightning arrester dissipated, a pale lightning penetra —Reads—Score—Shelves
  36. The Three Kingdoms: the Modern Art of War of Generals Yuan XiaoyiHistorical106k Wordsongoing At 8:15 in the morning, on the third floor of the art building of Qiming Middle School, a key middle school in the city, the sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting grid-like spots of light on the floor. Weismode stood in front of the easel, holding an HB pencil in his hand. The tip of the pen slid gently on the sketch paper, outlining the light and dark boundary of the student's study "Still Life in a Clay Pot". —Reads—Score—Shelves
  37. Goose Roaring Han Chu Yuan XiaoyiHistorical127k Wordsongoing The smell of disinfectant still lingers deep in the nasal cavity, mixed with the unique smell of oil smoke from the kitchen and the sour smell of overnight swill - this is Yu Daye's last memory of the "last second". As an ordinary waiter in the back kitchen of the "Golden Arches" restaurant, no, according to the store's half-baked rankings, he is a "waiter clerk", numbered F-073. He is mainly responsible for wiping tables, mopping the floor, occasionally helping the kitchen choose dishes, and ac —Reads—Score—Shelves
  38. Xing Ruiwen's Zhizhou Road in the Southern Dynasties Yuan Xiaoyi121k Wordsongoing At 5:30 in the morning, the biological clock woke up Xing Ruiwen on time. It was just dawn outside the window and the city was still sleeping, but she had already stood up gently and walked into the cloakroom - the wardrobe was full of neatly tailored business clothes, dark grey, navy blue, and off-white. The only bright color was a light pink shirt, which was a "stress relief gift" forced on her by her subordinates on her birthday last year. —Reads—Score—Shelves
  39. Plastic Surgeon Travels Back in Time Yuan XiaoyiAncient Romance133k Wordsongoing The smell of disinfectant still lingered on the tip of his nose, and the last thing Yong Dae saw was the dazzling white light of the operating lamp suddenly exploding. As one of the top plastic and cosmetic surgeons in the country, she had just completed a six-hour cheekbone incision surgery. Before the soreness in her fingertips had dissipated, a sudden circuit failure devoured everything. The feeling of weightlessness only lasted for a moment, replaced by a biting chill and the sting of rough —Reads—Score—Shelves
  40. The Time Travel Story of Cow and Goose Yuan XiaoyiAncient Romance107k Wordsongoing Niu Daye feels that he is probably the unluckiest secretary in the entire galaxy. At three o'clock in the morning, she had just changed the annual report PPT of the Internet Housekeeping General Manager to the thirty-seventh page. Caffeine was tap-dancing in her blood vessels. She stared at the flashing cursor on the screen and vaguely saw her white goose flapping its wings and crashing into it. The goose was chased all over the neighborhood yesterday because it pecked the neighbor's husky. At t —Reads—Score—Shelves
  41. Privy Councilor Jin Yuan XiaoyiHistorical101k Wordsongoing Qu Nunu stared at the three-dimensional data model in front of him, frowning slightly. On the screen, the cost curve of the "Huaihe River Basin Wasted Power Battery Recycling Project" showed a dazzling rise - the transportation cost of the recycling network was 17% higher than expected, which directly led to the extension of the project's payback period by half a year. —Reads—Score—Shelves
  42. Mujin Nanliang Yuan XiaoyiHistorical112k Wordsongoing At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the "Jiangxin" wood art studio, casting diamond-shaped light spots on the smooth polished walnut boards. Song Leiketon was wearing non-slip gloves and was carefully trimming the angle of a dovetail with a falcon's-eye chisel. The moment the chisel blade came into contact with the wood, there was a crisp "click" sound without any unnecessary wood chips flying - this is the "steadiness and ruthlessness" gaine —Reads—Score—Shelves
  43. Puyang Delevingne Travels Through the Jin Dynasty Yuan XiaoyiHistorical100k Wordsongoing At 11:30 p. M., On the 28th floor of a luxury apartment in Lujiazui, Shanghai, the floor-to-ceiling window showed the brilliant night view of the Huangpu River, but inside the window there was only a cold white desk lamp on in front of the desk. Puyang Delevingne stared at the Excel spreadsheet on the computer screen, and typed out the last set of formulas on the keyboard with his fingertips. The result "Budget deviation rate 0.3%" Popped up on the screen, and his tense shoulders relaxed slightl —Reads—Score—Shelves
  44. Zi Tariq of the Eastern Jin Dynasty Yuan XiaoyiHistorical115k Wordsongoing On the third underground floor of the Kaiyuan Power headquarters building, in a "black box laboratory" with constant temperature and humidity, a light blue cold light shines on a huge electronic screen on the wall - lines of green code are jumping on it, corresponding to the core control system parameters of the "Keiyuan Lingyun" series of new energy vehicles. —Reads—Score—Shelves
  45. The Feather of Cloud Ze Yuan XiaoyiHistorical71k Wordsongoing On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the north wind carried heavy goose feather snow, wrapping the "Yunze Goose Industry Snow and Feather Breeding Base" on the western Sichuan Plateau into a world of white. Vonessus stood outside the breeding greenhouse, with a thin layer of snow on his down jacket, and his breath instantly turned into white mist. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was 8:17 p. M., 40 Minutes later than expected. Most of the mountain road was blocked b —Reads—Score—Shelves
  46. Crossing the Shiguo Zhizhou Road Yuan XiaoyiHistorical90k Wordsongoing On the 28th floor of the "River-Sea Intermodal Transport Command Center" building on the bank of the Huangpu River in Shanghai, Dongfiz stared at the three spliced ​​electronic screens in front of him. He typed out the last set of data on the keyboard with his fingertips. The red warning symbol on the screen instantly turned to green, which represents "safety." —Reads—Score—Shelves
  47. Goose Ming Jiugao Yuan XiaoyiEastern Fantasy96k Wordsongoing Wanda Ge felt that his whole life was like a top pressed on its bearings, spinning dizzy but never getting out of the circle called "system". At the age of forty-seven, he had just completed his third term as a deputy director at the Municipal Song and Dance Theatre. The pothos in his office had changed three times, and the tea stains on the bottom of the enamel cup on his desk were thicker than the honors on his resume. "Mr. Wan, the provincial inspection team is coming tomorrow, and your perfo —Reads—Score—Shelves
  48. Jingge of Yueshi Yuan XiaoyiHistorical87k Wordsongoing The hum of the computer host mixed with the coolness of early autumn outside the window reached the tip of Xi Kasha's nose. She was rubbing her swollen temples in front of the "Farmer Autumn Harvest Subsidy Verification Form" on the screen. In the enamel cup on the table, the wolfberry and chrysanthemum tea has already cooled down, and the edge of the cup is still stained with half a drop of soy milk that was spilled in a hurry this morning. This is her third year as a clerk in the Qingxi County —Reads—Score—Shelves
  49. Yubulon's Time Travel Record Yuan XiaoyiUrban136k Wordsongoing At 7:30 in the morning, Yu Bulong stood at the entrance of the "Qingyue New Materials" Industrial Park, holding a cup of warm soy milk in his hand. His eyes glanced at the newly posted "Q3 Process Optimization Plan Announcement" on the park's bulletin board - at the signature, the name "Process Department Yu Bulong" ranked third, second only to the department director and chief engineer. —Reads—Score—Shelves
  50. Goose Feather Enters Liao Dynasty Yuan XiaoyiAncient Romance68k Wordsongoing The sheep-tongued goose opened his eyes amid a jolt. What lingered on his nose was not the usual coffee aroma in office buildings, but the strong smell of grass and leather. She sat up suddenly and saw the car curtains sewn with coarse cloth, and her fingertips touched the cold and hard wooden wall - this was not her general manager's secretary's office by the window, let alone the soft Simmons in her apartment. "Girl, are you awake?" A rough voice came from outside the car, and then the car cur —Reads—Score—Shelves