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My husband is an embalmer. After sorting out my remains with his own hands, he rushed to attend Bai Yueguang's appointment. "I'm sorry, Jiajia, a new deceased person arrived today who was unrecognizable, which delayed some time." He explained to Bai Yueguang anxiously, and dialed my number desperately. But the other end of the phone can never be connected. Fang Xing cursed, and Lin Jia sobbed softly, "Brother Xing, are Sister Ningning still blaming me for snatching you away and deliberately not answering the phone?" "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, but the child in my belly..." She touched her belly lovingly, which earned Fang Xing a burst of sympathy. Yes, today is the day I agreed to go get the divorce certificate with Fang Xing. But how can I, a dead person, get a divorce certificate from him?

I was dead, lying on the cold autopsy table. The undertaker who arranged my remains was the husband who said he would love me forever - he was impatiently handling my bloody body, but he never recognized that it was his wife whom he had arranged to divorce today. In the live broadcast room, fans asked "Where is Sister Ningning?", But he avoided the topic irritably. He didn't know that the last call he hung up on was my plea for help before I was run over by a truck. Wang Cenyang, millions of fans in your live broadcast room are watching - how do you explain that on the day your wife died, you and your mistress were waiting for me to sign for divorce at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau?