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On the eve of the birth, news about Lin Zhixing and a popular star became a hot topic. When I found the place with a nine-month-old belly, Lin Zhixing knelt down on one knee towards me, his back covered with women's scratches: "Honey, Weiwei accidentally drank the investor's spiked wine to protect me from the wine. I can't ignore her." "But don't worry, I will send her away now, and I won't dirty your eyes." The chaos in front of me was so angry that I gave birth prematurely on the spot. When Lin Zhixing was about to hug me into the car in a panic, he was suddenly stopped by his manager. "Mr. Lin's corpus luteum has slightly ruptured, and he needs to be sent to the hospital quickly!" I grabbed Lin Zhixing's arm, who was about to leave, with red eyes: "If you leave today, I will take the child and remarry immediately!" The only response to me was car exhaust. The baby was breathless upon birth, so I packed the stillborn baby and delivered it to Lin Zhixing's doorstep. The bubble box reads: "Happy Divorce."

"Mr. Jiang, the suspended animation service you booked will take effect in one month. Please prepare in advance." "The contract will be sent to your mailbox together with your simulated corpse picture. Please check it carefully." Bai Zhiqiao responded in a low voice: "Okay, I understand." "I wish you a happy life. Goodbye." The business-like customer service hung up the phone, and the sound of opening the door came from outside the house. Bai Zhiqiao turned around and saw Song Wanning pushing the door in. "Who are you calling?" Song Wanning was a little confused. Bai Zhiqiao explained unnaturally, "harassing phone calls." Song Wanning nodded, not taking it to heart, and then magically put two art exhibition tickets into his hand. Bai Zhiqiao subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he saw the name on the ticket, he was stunned.