Being stabbed in the back by the scumbag and the fake daughter, Li Chu broke off the engagement on the spot.
In order to inherit her grandfather's life-saving legacy, she got married to a "bankrupt gay male model".
"You are responsible for housework and I am responsible for paying wages. We do not interfere in each other's private lives."
"Good sister?"
Huo Jinyan, the richest man in Beijing who was mistakenly identified, raised his eyebrows and chuckled.
"Okay."
After marriage, Li Chu completely let himself go.
Wearing a suspender belt, she did yoga in front of him and slapped her eight-pack abs for inspection.
"This feels amazing. It's a pity that you don't like women."
She also enthusiastically introduced him to her boyfriend.
"Does this sports student type suit you?"
Mr. Huo signs billions of orders during the day.
When I got home at night, I was called "Sisters", so I took a cold shower and broke three of them off at the tap.
The bloodshot eyes are heavier than those of a programmer who stays up all night.
My best friend sent me a message: He bathes three times a day with cold water, and the extra-large size has three centimeters of dust on it and has not been opened. When you bend down to pick something up, he turns around and chants - Sister, are you sure he is gay?
Li Chuhui: Don't talk nonsense, they are really not interested in me.
Until Bai Yueguang's bamboo horse returned to China, she confessed her love affectionately at a packed dinner party.
That night, Huo Jinyan pressed her against the door, pulled off her tie and tied her wrists.
"Aren't you going to introduce me to my boyfriend?"
"Don't you like men?!"
His voice was horribly hoarse.
"Come, Mrs. Huo. Try it yourself."
Li Chu's legs went weak.
The news pop-up window popped up with a face she was so familiar with—Huo Jinyan, the richest man in Beijing.
"········"
"My monthly salary of 20,000 yuan... Supports a hundred billion...?"
