Marriage First, Love Later, Wife Addiction

Name: Marriage First, Love Later, Wife Addiction
Author: J

by J

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About This Novel

She always believed that "what's yours is yours, and you can't force it if it's not yours." Therefore, she always faced everything, including feelings, with indifference and indifference. She always habitually built a thick wall with cement in her heart to prevent outsiders from entering easily. He is the high-ranking president of C. S. Group, cold and ruthless, but no one knows his background. They only know that his appearance has swept everyone away and plunged the entire city A into an unprecedented baptism. He is deadly, beautiful in appearance but vicious, and no one dares to get involved. A drunken encounter, a drunken rant, brought two people together and brought her to him. He needed a wife, and she needed to no longer be single. They started in the name of lovelessness. It's easy to get in, but it's hard to get out. It wasn't until she met this man that she realized the meaning of this sentence. He protected her and pampered her, she was cautious, but he pressed forward step by step. If he was not careful, he lost his body and lost his heart. ······ Drama (-) "Are you going to treat me to this?" A man's dissatisfied voice came from an ordinary hot pot restaurant on the roadside. "It's great to have such a small hot pot for one person. I didn't even treat you to the buffet." A certain woman disagreed and muttered in her heart. Normally, my best friend and I would eat at the buffet, "I'm already very generous." "Generous?" "At least I'm not stingy." "Not stingy, just a bit stingy." Uh... (2) "Mr. Yan, is this your new love?" A reporter asked without fear of death. "Miss, how did you and Mr. Yan know each other? As far as we know, you are just an ordinary office worker." A reporter continued to ask. Of course she heard what he meant and opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer. The man next to her slipped his big hands from her shoulders, grabbed her waist, and brought her into his arms, blocking her from the reporters' photos. He raised his head again, his eyes were cold, and he swept over sharply, "Which newspaper are you from?" The reporter who looked proud just now suddenly turned pale and was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. "Please be respectful to my wife." After saying that, he took her into the car. Before leaving, he told his assistant, "I don't want to see that newspaper still exist tomorrow."