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

Sophie Baker began to enlighten Melody Baker with righteous reasoning, "Mom, if we also fall, there will be no one left to protect Uncle."


As soon as Melody Baker heard this, the hesitation on her face immediately turned resolute, "Yes, you're right, I'll call your uncle right away..."


While speaking, she reached for the landline phone beside the sofa. Just as she was about to dial, she saw a maid rushing in from outside, "It's not good, Mrs., Mr. Baker... Mr. Baker outside..."


The hand holding the telephone receiver of Melody Baker trembled violently, and she stood up from the sofa, "Clarify that."


Seeing the maid's pale complexion, Melody Baker was frightened, her heart pounding like a drum.


"Mr. Baker was thrown at the front gate, he seems... he seems to have been seriously injured."


Melody Baker and Sophie simultaneously felt weak in their legs, their faces having long since turned pale. After a while, they barely regained their composure, "Go out and have a look."


327. No Good Fruit to Eat_1