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The policewoman who passed through the author has something to say: don't prove history, it's purely entertainment. Early in the morning, I reluctantly got up and sang the original Get Up Song Like every day: I want to hibernate, no alarm clock, no cell phone, no interruption, I want to hibernate, no knocking at the door, no need, and the rejuvenation girl wants to hibernate, hibernate, hibernate. But I still got up, put on my police uniform and drove to the police station, because I have a meeting today, and I want to meet the man who didn't hurt me, but has been disheartened-my boss and my ex-husband-Zhong Ze. Two months after we got married, he suddenly said, "Why don't you look like a woman?" So, we solved the problem calmly, and then I suddenly saw him with my college girlfriend Li Mei, and they held a blessing wedding. I'm not too sad. Anyway, as a woman, I have a confession. I'm married. There's nothing unusual about it. I don't want to be a red rose or a white rose written by Zhang Ailing. I'm just myself. Now I'm just a melon seed that others think has ebbed, and it doesn't taste good when it's dry. But I don't care, because my life, marriage and love are just one element.
I hurried to the office building, ran to the elevator, and saw the hand of the once naked body. ...