Ye Yunfu and Jiang Yizhou were given a marriage by coincidence. She had just made harsh words the day before, and they would never interact with each other until death.
She had been discussing this for a long time, comforting herself that they would be as respectful as ice after marriage, and she could handle it.
But I don't think that gentlemen like to use soft knives.
I tasted the soup on the table and said, "It's not as good as the previous heat."
She quickly called her former cook to her side. She couldn't say that she was taking advantage of her disgusting and kind-hearted stepmother by pretending to wash her hands and make soup.
"This pastry is too sweet."
She privately told the maid to go shopping outside in the future.
"This inkstone is a treasure, and the way my wife treats me is a testament to the world."
It was an imitation. Sylvia Yunfu couldn't stand the burning look in his eyes, so he shyly threw himself on him, trying his best not to mention it again.
"This Buddha beads has a strong fragrance. Madam, I really..."
"This jade..."
Ye Yun's waist was about to break, but looking at the fakes he took out every day, he closed his eyes and made a big decision. At worst, he would be lenient if he confessed, but he didn't want to open his mouth and be blocked by those thin lips, swallowing up the words with heat, leaving only a thin whimper.
Purpose: to flirt with husbands online, and those who are willing will take the bait
