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On a two-meter wide Sealy bed, lay a person half reclining. Their hair, long and jet black, was sprawled about like that of a baby's, fragile as a finger snap.,"Well! This talent is truly good! His gaze fell on that small red mole, and his eyes suddenly widened. He hurriedly pushed it away with his left shoulder, then snatched the newspaper, staring intently at the back of the other person's shirt, his face flushing red with embarrassment. He innocently blinked, remembering yesterday's occasional prank in the suite, his scalp tingling.",Looking down in frustration, I repeated this man's name eight hundred times, no, I should say I cursed it eight hundred times! "Qin Jin... Chairman of the Qin Group..."。

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