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

Adam Jones slumped back into his seat, yanking at his shirt collar, leaning against the couch as he downed his drink, gulp by gulp.


He chugged the 90-proof Grenada Rum like it was water, as if he had a death wish.


Harry Hall couldn't stand watching any longer and reached out to snatch the bottle from Adam's hands, "Your stomach is weak, stop drinking."


Adam's eyes, bloodshot from the alcohol, coldly glanced at Harry and, without a word or fight, reached for another bottle on the table, only to have it taken and smashed to the ground by Harry.


"Enough! Is it just a divorce? Do you have to drink yourself to death over it? If you can't let go, then go find her, chase her again, and if it's your pride that you can't swallow, then you deserve this."


Adam's eyes, blurred with alcohol, looked at Harry and he suddenly laughed out loud.


He leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling, breathing slowly, yet so still it was as if he had fallen asleep.


336. I'd rather suffocate myself_1