On the first day of marriage, my husband, who earns three thousand a month, handed me a black card: "Honey, this is all my savings, the password is your birthday." I accepted it silently, turned around and threw the card to my assistant: "Check, which small bank issued the card for me." Later, when I attended a dinner wearing 20-yuan street clothes, the gangsters I beat to the ground, the technology upstarts I pushed out of the altar, and the business giants whose projects I stole all knelt down and called me "Mom" and begged me to help me... My gentle and kind husband elegantly raised his glass and said to everyone: "I'm sorry, my wife is tired. I'll take tonight's order." The whole audience was petrified!
Wait, isn't he a poor boy? !
