Song Zhiyao had a dream. He dreamed that he was the "virtuous" control group in a period novel. She lived frugally and served her parents-in-law, but in the end she became a yellow-faced woman and died young of cancer. And the husband Lu Xingye, a senior engineer who was said to "not understand love", became the affectionate backup for the heroine of the original book after her death, and he rose through the ranks.
After waking up, Song Zhiyao looked at herself in the mirror with fair skin and beauty, and threw away the whitened apron.
Leave! Must leave! But before leaving, she must first get back the blessings she has owed to herself in the past few years!
Imported cosmetics? Purchase! Silk red dress? Wear! No matter how extravagant your life is, how can you live it?
Just as she slapped Lu Xingye on the chest with the divorce agreement, this man who was always serious about his words and always buttoned his buttons to the top, slowly untied his tie and forced her to the corner.
"The money belongs to you, the house belongs to you." The man's hot palm clasped her slender waist, his voice was hoarse, "But I belong to you, this marriage cannot be divorced."
