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's complexion was off when he left; could he have actually been injured at the mall?


She hurriedly opened the door of the bedroom and walked out, only to find the door of the guest room opposite was half-open, with darkness inside.


Down in the living room, a dim night light was on; under the light, Adam Jones sat alone on the sofa with the sleeve of his right arm rolled up high, revealing his muscular arm, and...


The wound, gashed by a knife, resulted in flesh turned inside out, with blood smeared all over the arm. Because he wore a black shirt and it was late at night, she hadn't noticed that his shirt was soaked with blood.


At this moment, Adam was wiping the blood around the wound with an alcohol cotton pad, careful not to make much noise as if he didn't want Elly Campbell to know.


The dim light cast his solitary shadow in the living room, revealing Adam's tall figure, which seemed exceptionally lonely at the moment.


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