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

Robert Green couldn't bear it any longer, pursed his lips, and hesitated before stepping forward, calling out softly, "Madam."


Elly Campbell looked up at him, her face, which was usually resolute and stern, now looked weak and feeble, and her lips curled into a miserable, pale smile, but she said nothing.


"What Madam? Elly has long been done with that scumbag Adam Jones!"


Helen Melendy, who had been standing by side, could no longer hold back, and her voice involuntarily rose a few notches.


Robert Green awkwardly pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, thinking to himself that Madam's lawyer was not someone he could afford to offend...


Elly Campbell didn't take her anger out on Robert Green; instead, she left with a step, and turning her head unintentionally, her gaze crashed into the deep, dark pupils of the man standing behind Green.


At this moment, those eyes were unfathomably dark, only looking at her calmly, with no ripples in his gaze, cold and indifferent.


204. Can't afford to provoke, can't afford to provoke_1