"You are responsible for making money to support the family," Zhou Xubai took the briefcase in her hand, "I am responsible for you."
"Little You Ning," Lu Qingrang shook the wine bottle and chuckled, the amber liquid shimmering under the lamp, "The way you try to climb up... Is really charming."
"Sister," Jiang Che tore up the love letter and threw it into the trash can, with gloom in his eyes, "are those pieces of trash worthy of touching you?"
On the wedding night, Xu Qingan rubbed the hickey on her neck with her fingertips, and her voice was so gentle and cold:
"My wife is young and ignorant."
[The plot is lightning-proof, the heroine is unclean, 1vN]
