Unemployment came suddenly, and Ye Fan was in a daze. He didn't wake up until the divorce agreement was slapped on his face.
He signed his name under his wife's disgusted gaze.
"It's so useless!"
"The house has my name, I want half of it!"
The moment he walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, his wife and best friend left with a smile, but Ye Fan's mobile phone connected to the three realms.
Brush Douyin, a beauty video, a carpet brushing video, and Chang'e's daily vlog.
Go shopping for treasures, a piece of men's clothing, an engineering chair, and a yin-yang creation pill from Supreme Laojun.
Opening the WeChat chat group, the God of Wealth was spreading red envelopes, and Ye Fan grabbed the lucky one.
Okay, so good!
Ex-wife, right? Layoffs, right?
I, Ye Fan, will get everything back this time! !
A super, super nice book