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

After a moment of distraction, Elly Campbell suddenly snapped back to reality and looked at the man close at hand, the powerful aura hitting her full on.


"Knocking on the door in such a hurry, what do you want to do?"


Adam Jones's voice was slightly deep, magnetic and sexy, and it rose in front of her, invisibly carrying an elusive charm.


Before she could finish her words, Adam cut her off with two teasing chuckles. He propped one hand against the door behind Elly and curled the other into a fist, his lips curved in a grin and a faint smile in his eyes.


"You're not thinking of coming in to watch me bathe, are you?"


The color of Elly's face instantly fell, thinking of the panic she'd felt outside the door just moments before, her complexion only worsened.


"If you want to watch, you can just tell me, I wouldn't refuse."


His fingers gently swept the hair from her forehead, the callused tips grazing Elly's delicate skin, leaving a faint tingly sensation.


289. How could I bear to let you become a widow_1