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The text of the next book: "Reforming the Sentence for Marrying a Wife" is at the bottom.
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[My approach was not without purpose, but it was truly love at first sight.
[I have never allowed a trace of hatred to harm you.
*High IQ, yandere software engineer x arrogant and arrogant professor from Zhang Academy of Fine Arts
* Attack crazy batch but loyal dog
*Sister Dog Literature (Sister 0 Dog 1)
What can I do to keep you?
I give you the streets of poverty, the sunsets of despair, the moon of rundown suburbs.
I give you the sorrow of a person who has been looking at the lonely moon for a long time.
——Borges
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Xie Qinjin was sitting alone in the bar drinking, and a painting on the wall caught her attention.
The style of painting is strange and dark, which is not the mainstream aesthetic, but Xie Qinjin can't look away.
"Boss, did you paint that painting?"
"It was painted by a friend of mine, and it hung in my shop since it couldn't be sold."
Xie Qinjin took out his mobile phone.
"I want to buy it, can you give me her contact information?"
The WeChat business card he received read his real name - Qi Mo, and his employer was Chujiang Academy of Fine Arts.
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"Qi Mo, can you draw a picture for me?"
Xie Qinjin sat up from the bed and looked at Qi Mo beside him longingly.
Qi Mo nodded without thinking.
Xie Qinjin placed a kiss on Qi Mo's eyelids.
"On me, okay?"
"Please leave some mark on me and wrap it around me forever like a vine."
Under the dim light, red rope tied Xie Qinjin's wrists, and paint was piled inch by inch on his snow-white body.
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Qi Mo's class ended at four o'clock sharp, and Xie Qinjin showed up on time at four o'clock to pick up Qi Mo.
Xie Qinjin: "Aside from work, all your time is mine."
Until Qi Mo asked for leave and slipped out of school early, his phone turned off.
Xie Qinjin searched around the Chujiang River several times and found Qi Mo, who was very drunk in the bar.
Xie Qinjin packed the people into the car and returned home.
In the bathroom, the ice water poured over his head woke Qi Mo up.
Qi Mo was tied to a chair, and the only half-open white shirt left on her body was soaked. Xie Qinjin knelt between her spread legs.
"Qi Mo, I love you and I will do anything for you."
"Qi Mo, even if you hate me, I can't allow you to leave me."
She raised her face and let Qi Mo bite her pale lip, and sweet blood dripped down the corner of her mouth.
"You love me to death, don't you?"
Crazy. Qi Mo thought, just like me.
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Copywriting of the next book "Reforming the Sentence for Marrying a Wife":
*Gentle and elegant judge x cold and perverse lawyer
*Shuangyujie
*Reunion after broken mirror
An Mo didn't expect that the defense lawyer the defendant was rumored to have spent tens of millions of dollars to hire was actually Song Muzhi.
The case, which was already close to a certainty, became confusing under Song Muzhi's eloquent words, making it impossible for An Mo to knock down the verdict hammer.
"Song Muzhi, besides money, do you have any justice in your eyes?"
If it weren't for the court, if it wasn't already a stranger to her, An Mo would have almost shouted these words in her ear.
An Mo's hand holding the judgment hammer trembled slightly, but Song Muzhi remained calm.
After a separate court protest, An Mo declared an adjournment.
"Song Muzhi"
As they passed each other, An Mo couldn't help but call her name.
Song Muzhi didn't even look back.
After the lawsuit ended, An Mo received a message from Song Muzhi.
"Let's meet."
Full of questions, An Mo stood in front of Song Muzhi.
"Anmo, I miss you."
Thousands of words were stuck in my throat, and not even a single word could be uttered.
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In the candlelight, Song Muzhi unbuttoned two buttons with one hand, took An Mo into his arms, and kissed her red lips.
An Mo's slap made Song Muzhi's cheeks red and swollen.
"Song Muzhi, it was you who left me without saying goodbye. It was you who abandoned me. Why did you say we would get back together?"
Lipstick was smeared on the corner of her mouth, and red wine was spilled on her pure white shirt.
Song Muzhi raised his eyes to look at An Mo, rushed over and knocked the person down, staring at the dodging eyes with his fiery eyes.
"An Mo, why don't you admit that you still love me?"
The tip of his tongue wandered between his lips and teeth, and red wine was poured from his head.
"Song Muzhi, I won't fall twice in the same place."
The person who was pushed away fell to the ground, leaving a mess.
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"Anmo, I was wrong."
Song Muzhi smelled of alcohol and knelt in front of An Mo with his head bowed.
"Lawyer Song, in your calendar, do three months equal three days?"
An Mo sat on the sofa and tilted her head to look at Song Muzhi, who was wearing a suit and ties.
Song Muzhi straightened his back, dropped his knees beside An Mo's legs, raised his head and begged softly:
"Your Majesty, I realize my mistake. Can I be punished by kneeling down to serve you tonight?"
In the half-light and half-darkness, the red ribbon loomed.
Intention: I am sick, but you have medicine.
