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Billionaire Proposes to Me Again

Li Sheng Xia
(The end of the main text) The little bride who became Asia's richest man, strutting around City A. Scumbag looking for forgiveness? Think as far away as you can, and roll that far away from me! Old classmates mocking her? Throw a face full of rich and handsome at them, showcasing love at 360 degrees. "This house is so beautiful." Instantly, the property added one more garage. "That celebrity is so handsome!" The young idol announced his retirement that very night. "Husband, let's break up!" "99 billion, marry me!" "I won't!" The first day, the man who confessed his love to her disappeared. The second day, the man who proposed to her married someone else. The third day, all the male colleagues in the company quit. On the nth day, she knelt down to propose, "Husband, marry me!" [The new book "The Emperor's Favorite Marriage Addiction: Baby, Don't Flirt" has been published.]
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