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对不起,请假一天

Sorry, I really feel terrible. My cousin came back from Chengdu today and had a bit too much to drink. I forced myself to write over two thousand characters, but when I read them, they seemed unbearable. I had no choice but to delete them.

I truly feel guilty towards everyone. You all supported me so much by voting for me, yet today I have to take a day off. But life always involves family obligations.

I'm sorry. Today, little brother will rest. Tomorrow, I'll try my best!

And the police told Shun Ning that Cheng Wan Hong died around 10 PM on September 28th—the same night her child had an accident. Even though I felt a bad omen when Yu Minghui answered the phone earlier, hearing this from Xiao Yan confirmed it and made me shudder.

The well-groomed guest with a pleasant face was sitting behind the pearl curtains, gently plucking at the strings of his zither.

Hongli listened silently as she finished speaking. After a long while, he said nothing in response, only noticing the faint blush on her rosy cheeks. He wondered why she had applied makeup today, realizing it was to cover up fingerprints.

"Master requests confidentiality; I'm sorry but this question cannot be answered," Sophia said, eating a spoonful of ice cream without lowering her head, her tone neither humble nor arrogant, as if everything was under control.

With a "pfft," the blade pierced through the ninja's clothes but didn't penetrate the skin. Yuhao immediately turned and punched out.

Su Yi felt her chest tighten with discomfort. She turned around and walked away directly. Qiu Ruo glared at Yun Rou before following closely behind, while Yun Rou pursed her lips and muttered to herself: Did I say something wrong?

Especially during the Spring Festival travel rush, the price of ordinary economy class tickets can be ten times that of hard-seat train tickets and three times that of high-speed rail! Let alone first-class seats, which are at least three times as expensive. This is a price most citizens dare not imagine.

Jiang Yining looked at me blankly and coldly said, "Do we know each other?" He suddenly squeezed out some words.

Everyone on the training field was stunned—whether players, coaches, or other staff. Everyone knew Chris's wrist injury; it had been the topic of discussion in the media and among players this off-season because previous health reports suggested that his right hand might never fully recover.

Even Bai Hu, who usually showed respect to He Lan Yao, remained motionless at such a critical moment, as if watching a spectacle.

Seeing her now brought all past memories flooding back. He followed her dazedly without realizing the sun had already risen or forgetting about Mao Leye's instructions.

If Yingying's words were true, he would feel guilty for life; he could offend and hurt every ghost in the underworld, but he wouldn't care about his reputation or hesitate if it was necessary. But what he feared most was hurting the Ghost Mother.

King Qing shook his head and said, "No, my mother-in-law isn't well either. We should have Mao Yuelian check on her." He glared at Mao Leye with resentment, but Mao Leye looked down at his sheepskin boots without responding. The irony in King Qing's tone was clear, but he didn't want to argue.

"Thanks to the Holy Lord's enlightenment, even though General Ming is of the Partyit tribe, he now has a loyal heart, just not good at expressing it," Meng Guangcheng said.

He and the others, with their reddened eyes, laughed bewilderedly. But since they were all drunk, this handsome man truly was a beautiful sight.

King Qing finally regained his senses and immediately chased after them. However, in such a large courtyard, where could Mao Leye be?

Moreover, Fox Qingping never used a carriage or sedan chair when going to the outer residence; he always walked there to avoid causing trouble for his main wife and concubines if they found out where he was going and started fussing about it. It was quite annoying.

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