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@batdongsanhongan: 🔴 Tây Ninh chuẩn bị đề án lên thành phố trực thuộc Trung ương (dự kiến trình Bộ Chính trị xin chủ trương chậm nhất ngày 28/11) ▪️Tháng 10: Sở Nội vụ chủ trì phối hợp với các sở, ngành tổng hợp số liệu, hoàn thành dự thảo tờ trình và đề án tổng quát thành lập thành phố Tây Ninh trực thuộc Trung ương. ▪️Nửa đầu tháng 11: Lấy ý kiến đóng góp từ các cơ quan liên quan, sau đó báo cáo UBND tỉnh và Đảng ủy UBND tỉnh xem xét. ▪️Chậm nhất ngày 28/11: Trình Thường trực Tỉnh ủy, Ban Thường vụ Tỉnh ủy và Ban Chấp hành Đảng bộ tỉnh cho ý kiến; trên cơ sở đó Ban Thường vụ Tỉnh ủy sẽ báo cáo Bộ Chính trị xin chủ trương. ▫️Quy mô sau sáp nhập: Diện tích: Hơn 8.500 km² Dân số: Khoảng 3,3 triệu người ▫️Kinh tế (9 tháng đầu năm): GRDP tăng: 10,3% (đứng thứ 10/34 tỉnh, thành cả nước). 🔹Thu ngân sách nhà nước: Đạt hơn 51.925 tỷ đồng (tăng 33% so với cùng kỳ). Hồng Ân Holding - Nơi Niềm Tin Bắt Đầu Gmail: [email protected] #Tuyendung #BấtĐộngSản #nhaoxahoi #Luadatdaisuadoi #PhápLýBDS

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pov: “don’t let anyone know we’re married,” ni-ki says and hands you the paper and a pen. probably a contract. you roll your eyes in response but take the pen anyway and sign it. “as if i wanted to be linked with you,” you mumble under your breath. “what?” he asks. you look up at him and immediately put on your sweetest fake smile. “nothing. i’m just honored that the great nishimura riki finally noticed my existence.” ni-ki narrows his eyes at you. “you’re annoying.” “and you’re dramatic.” that was how your marriage started. not with flowers, a romantic proposal, or even a proper celebration. it was simply a business arrangement between two people who happened to benefit from being married on paper. the contract made everything clear. neither of you was expected to treat the marriage seriously, and both of you were free to live your own lives. you even agreed to keep your relationship private so nobody outside the people involved would find out. you had separate bedrooms, separate schedules, and mostly separate lives. which was perfectly fine with you. since the marriage wasn’t serious, you continued doing whatever you wanted. you went out with your friends, attended parties, stayed out late, and sometimes drank more than you probably should have. ni-ki, meanwhile, was almost always busy with work. he never complained. at least, not directly. but whenever you came home late, you would somehow find him sitting in the living room. sometimes he would be working on his laptop. sometimes he’d be watching television. sometimes he’d simply be sitting there with his phone in his hand. and every time you walked through the door, his eyes would immediately move toward you. “you’re home.” “obviously.” he would glance at the clock. “it’s two in the morning.” you’d shrug and take off your shoes. “and?” ni-ki would sigh. “nothing.” you never understood why he bothered waiting for you. after all, it was just a contract. at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. months passed like that. you became used to his quiet concern, even if you pretended not to notice it. he would leave food in the refrigerator when he knew you’d be out late. he’d remind you to bring an umbrella when the weather looked bad. whenever you came home looking exhausted, he’d silently leave a glass of water on the table before disappearing into his room. you never thanked him properly. he never asked you to. and neither of you talked about what those little things meant. until one night, you went to another party with your friends. the music was loud, everyone was laughing, and you were having the time of your life. someone took a few pictures, and you eventually posted one on your story without thinking much about it. you were smiling at the camera with one of your friends beside you. nothing unusual—except his arm was resting around your shoulder. you didn’t think twice about it. ni-ki did. he happened to see your story while taking a break from work. at first, he simply stared at the screen. then he looked at the picture again. his expression slowly changed. he knew the guy beside you. at least, he had seen him before. and suddenly, all those nights you came home late started replaying in his head. he told himself it wasn’t his business. you were allowed to go out and you were allowed to have friends. especially, you were allowed to do whatever you wanted. the contract said so. but somehow, none of that stopped him from grabbing his jacket and leaving. meanwhile, you were still at the party, completely unaware that ni-ki was on his way. you were laughing with your friends when someone suddenly called your name. you turned around and froze. ni-ki was standing there. his expression was unreadable, but you could tell immediately that he was not happy. “what are you doing here?” ni-ki ignored the question. “let’s go.” you stared at him for a moment before laughing in disbelief. “ni-ki.” “let’s go.” you crossed your arms. “no.” (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #ni_ki #nikienhypen #fyp
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