The nightingale lives

When the pure lotus provoked her, she slapped her instantly, "It's just a pair of worn-out shoes. If you want them so desperately, take them and wear them."
President Jones intruded with a cheeky face, "Wife, even if they're worn-out shoes, I'd only let you wear them."
"Scram!"
...
【One man, one woman】Four years ago, she left in fury with the bun in her oven. Four years later—
"Uncle, I noticed that your face has a gloomy look, it looks like you have excessive liver heat. It's obvious you lack a wife. Do you want to get to know my mommy?"
The president who remained aloof from women looking at his mini-me, his eyes deepened. He immediately packed up the mother and child, and brought them back home, pampered them to the point of annoying everyone.
Someone asked, "President Jones, isn't this a bit too unreasonable?"
The president smirked coldly, "You expect me to be reasonable when pleasing my wife?"
This is a story about an overbearing President Jones, who's fiercely dominant, and unreasonable in pampering his wife.

Relentless Pursuit After Divorce

It was precisely because of this that he, having been by her side for so many years, didn't dare to easily take that step.


Perhaps this is what people mean when they say, the more you care, the more cowardly you become.


James Churchill gave a bitter smile in his heart, and just then, the traffic light turned green, and he restarted the car.


"But seriously, Elly, don't you plan on marrying again after you divorce Adam Jones?"


James Churchill had returned to his usual self and casually asked.


Seeing Elly smile nonchalantly, her smile was too tranquil and carefree.


At just twenty-six, he saw a hint of vicissitude in such a smile.


What on earth had she gone through with Adam Jones to make a proud and bright girl like Elly show a trace of world-weariness in her eyes?


James Churchill was stunned for a moment, not expecting Elly to answer so decisively.


She looked ahead with a dark gaze, as if she was speaking to James Churchill, yet also as if she was talking to herself.


065. I don't care_1