In order to prepare for pregnancy, my wife forced me to quit smoking.
In desperation, I could only take pictures of a box of imperial cigars worth tens of millions and put them in my bedroom for my enjoyment.
But in the blink of an eye, I found a photo of her male assistant holding that cigar in Moments.
His wife was holding his arms around her waist, smiling tenderly, closing her eyes and leaning closer to smell the smell of the cigar.
The male assistant wrote in Moments:
"I heard that this cigarette can be worth ten years of ordinary people's salary, but it is still not as good as the beauty in my arms."
His wife also commented to him:
"The way young people smoke is more sexy."
Looking at my wife's reply, I replied to her comment with a sneer.
"Indeed, this box of cigars is priceless, so if I don't see this box of cigars on my bedside within an hour, let's get divorced."