President, Your Wife Is Ordering Male Models Again.

Su Wan, a wealthy flower in the world, a resident VIP at the nightclub. Family marriage? No problem! Anyway, her nominal husband left overseas after receiving the certificate and was not seen for five years. The millions of "living expenses" that arrive on time every month are the foundation for her to be happy and happy. She rents out male models and plays songs every night, as if her husband is dead. Until that night, she was standing on her 12cm high head, pointed her fingertips at the most expensive card, and lightly opened her red lips: "The kind who can call me sister——" The lights in the entire bar suddenly turned on and the music stopped abruptly. A stern figure walked out of the shadows, and a powerful aura froze the entire place. The man's slender fingers pinched her chin, his eyes were horrifyingly serious: "It seems that Mrs. Jiang is having a lot of fun without me, right?" Su Wan: "???"——Who? Jiang Yu sneered, a dark fire welling up in his eyes: "Forgot? Miss Su, do you need me to bring out the marriage certificate to help you recall who is your husband in the legal sense?"   We haven't seen each other for five years. Has the ATM become a master? And as soon as he comes back, he will cut off her cash flow and control her nightlife? ! The first thing the cold-blooded and ascetic Mr. Jiang did when he returned to China was to personally capture his lawless and fugitive wife.