My scumbag husband was kept by a rich woman. After the divorce, I went to a bar to get drunk and slept with him.
"Sister," he grabbed my shoulders, his eyes like an innocent puppy, "This is my first time, you have to be responsible."
"Okay, I'll be responsible. We'll get married tomorrow. Do you dare?" Male scoundrels are most afraid of female scoundrels.
Sure enough, he let go. Hey, pretty boy, you must be scared!
I was about to get up and leave when I heard him dial the phone, "Dad, ask the driver to deliver the household registration book. I'm getting married tomorrow."
I caught a model in a bar and slept there. After a night of fun, I ran away early in the morning and went to work in a company, taking orders, making a lot of money, and striving to achieve freedom as a male model as soon as possible.
Who would have thought that at the bidding site, I would meet Brother Model again, and how would he suddenly become the customer's "dad"?
