Su Miao, a former social animal and now a reserve soldier for starvation in ancient times, is holding a moldy stone, no, it's a steamed bun, thinking about philosophy: Even if you dress as a widow, why can't you even eat a piece of rotten rice?
Until a three-year-old CEO rolled in at the door of the ruined temple and said, "Mom, stop chewing! I guarantee you enough meat. From now on, you will be responsible for looking as beautiful as a flower and making money to support the family - I, Xiaoman, will be the general contractor!"
Later, it was spread all over the capital: Widow Su's little God of Wealth could dig for gold by pointing the way, tell fortunes and deliver babies!
As for me, my biggest worry every day is which color of rouge and gouache to choose, and when a CEO suddenly buys a wad of banknotes: "Mom! I bought daddy back! Free shipping!"
Outside the door, the richest man's ex-husband kicked the door panel away, and black anger filled the sky: "I heard that the grass on my grave is three feet high? Huh?!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
