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[The paranoid and career-minded boss of this generation loves his wife]
Min Yu investigated the truth behind his sister's death in his previous life and eventually died in the fire.
When she opened her eyes, she went back to three years ago.
My sister is dead. In the mourning hall, my sister's fiancée cried pitifully.
The little fiancée's eyes were red, her figure was thin, she was wearing linen and wearing mourning, kneeling on the futon.
In her last life, she was raised by her younger sister in the house, and she never left the house. Min Yu didn't see her a few times.
But I never thought that I would feel pity for him when he saw her, and she would be so stunningly beautiful.
…
Qiu Shanhe was kept by Min Yu's side, euphemistically called taking care of his little sister-in-law.
Everyone knows what Min Yuan is thinking.
Only Qiu Shanhe didn't know.
She was grateful to Min Yu for not abandoning her, and she also shed tears when Min Yu talked about her sister.
It's just that I don't know since when, Qiu Shanhe's tears no longer flow for the deceased, and he even hates mentioning the deceased.
Her pair of passionate peach blossom eyes filled with smoke stared at the head of the family in front of her.
"Sister, I'm still young, please love me."
You inherited everything from her, so please inherit me too.
The greedy dodder grows branches and vines, clinging to the only source of heat.
Others only knew how ruthless the new head of the family was, but Qiu Shanhe knew how soft the bed in her room was and how gentle she was in private.
Food guide:
1. Shuang Jie, seven years apart in age
2. The overall focus is on the attacking perspective and both attacking and receiving perspectives.
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[The loyal dog dotes on his wife, the maniacal android attack x the cold but well-behaved shou]
Nan Lichuan is extremely talented and has unlimited scenery. He is the top artificial intelligence scientist in the empire.
Then died in a palace coup.
All achievements have been trampled on, research data overturned, and even the cemetery is pitifully small.
In the laboratory, Nan Lichuan's most perfect work slowly opened his eyes.
09 Inherited all the memories, emotions and hatred of Nan Lichuan. It has the same appearance and body as Nan Lichuan. Anyone would think that its existence is Nan Lichuan's fake corpse.
Just the mechanical parts in half of the burnt face showed that it was not a real person.
09 Wearing a silver mask, he walked out of the laboratory deep underground, bringing a bloody haze to the empire.
Artificial intelligence cannot become a human being, and 09 can never become her.
09 Sitting on the rotten throne, the blood is pungent, mechanical parts are flying under the gunfire, and the skin she gave her personally is damaged,
As the countdown reached zero, the corners of the mouth under the mask curled up.
When technology develops to a certain level, everything can be restarted.
…
In the gloomy and rainy alley, the poor girl huddled next to the cesspool,
The mice and the crows under the eaves waited for her to die so they could have a feast.
A red umbrella was held above the girl's head, and the tall figure blocked the only light.
The girl is ten years old, and she is still seven years away from developing an era-defining artificial intelligence.
As an illegitimate daughter of unknown origin, she had just been thrown out of the house by her socialite mother.
She was clutching a book that was difficult to understand, and her body was shaking from hunger and cold.
The girl looked timidly at the woman wearing a silver mask in front of her.
09 Bends over, his long hair is like a hanging curtain, blocking the crow's prying eyes.
"Nan Lichuan, long time no see."
"Who are you?" The girl's pretty face turned red from the cold
"Why do you know my name?"
09 Protect the girl in your arms and restrain all your ambitions.
"This question is difficult to answer. You can call me sister."
Intention: Continuous exertion, long-term success
