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

Her voice was soft and indeed carried a hint of fatigue. Adam Jones, who had been about to switch places with her, paused in his steps. After a moment, he silently turned back, and Elly Campbell listened to the faint sounds coming from the bed behind her and breathed a sigh of relief.


In the room, only a dim night light emitted its glow.


Elly faced the couch, paying no attention to Adam Jones.


Adam Jones leaned on the bed, and under the feeble light, his deep black eyes were like a dark vortex, so profound they seemed as if they could suck someone in.


After lying down for a while, he turned over to look towards the couch again. The angle at which he was lying, right against the pillow, made the pain from his wound cause him to frown slightly.


Elly lay with her back to him, her slender body buried in the soft couch, her breathing rising and falling steadily in turn.


291. Not feverish, just frisky_1