She married him for money.
He married her just because he needed a wife. The title of wife would allow him to live happily in the marriage room.
In this marriage, she did not lose, and he also gained.
At that time, Helianxuan never imagined that the woman he married would be raising a six-year-old little boy at the age of twenty-one.
If he had known, he would never have allowed himself to become a father.
At least, it would embarrass her somewhat?
"Like money?" He smiled and looked at her with burning eyes.
"Yes." She leaned in his arms lovingly. Since she had applied for the job, she had to perform everything well in and out of the play.
She could go to the hall or the kitchen, and no matter how many women's 'lip marks' and 'red marks' he brought back, she would never say a word, and she would be so obedient that he wanted to bite her.
In the dictionary of love, you don't just have to say you can't love or not love. When the deal is over one day, he realizes that some love has become addictive and can no longer be separated.
"You, come home with me." He declared domineeringly, his eyes fixed on the face of the little bun beside her who was holding her hand tightly. That little face was not only cute, but why did he look so familiar?
She sneered, "Mr. Xuan, we are divorced, and it is still your decision."
Later he found out that the road to chasing his wife turned out to be so bumpy, and it was far different from his 'first marriage', and what matched it was the roll of his eyes and the mantra that he often said: "Daddy, you deserve it..."
