When Su Man woke up, there was still a big piece of fat stuffed in her mouth, and she almost choked to death.
Looking down, I saw that the swimming ring on my waist could hold three lifebuoys, and my originally delicate face was swollen into a doughy bun.
The lonely ghost who had occupied her body for six years finally killed herself, but left her a mess:
The three skinny and hungry children looked at her like a ghost, the neighbors in the compound looked at her as the god of plague, and the 188-foot-tall, hormone-filled military officer husband Lu Zhou was slapping the divorce agreement on the table and telling her to get out with an expressionless face.
Su Man looked at the mountain of meat in the mirror and tucked the agreement into the creaking nest.
Divorce? Such a superb man must sleep first... Oh no, coax him back first!
Lose weight, make money, raise children, and jump repeatedly in the minefield of that abstinent man.
Since she is said to be a bad woman, she should be bad to him.
When Su Man transformed and appeared at the art troupe audition with a slim waist and long legs, the man who was originally so cold blocked her in the backstage dressing room and said in a hoarse voice: "Man Man, can you go home and sleep tonight?"
