Chasing the Wife at the Crematorium, Dog-Blooded Pulling, SC, HE (full text archived)
A part-time bartender works for a well-known ascetic God of Wealth. Once the contract is signed, the money will be received immediately.
The waiter was touched and confessed decisively, but was choked by one sentence: "I don't need cheap likes and love."
He ran away all night and never said a word about his love.
There is a rumor in the circle that the God of Wealth, who has a cold nature, once blocked a knife for someone.
Later, the rumors became more and more outrageous...
Until that day, the former aloof God of Wealth knelt on the ground in embarrassment, his eyes red from crying:
"I said, even if we die, we will be buried together!"
The waiter slapped him in the face: "Then go to hell. Anyway, the property belongs to me."
The God of Wealth raised his eyebrows: It smells so good...
Concept: Love also needs to be expressed
