"Little cutie, come on, come on..."
"I don't." A layer of sweat broke out on Su Anan's plain face, resisting getting into his car.
The man put his long arms in his arms, hugged the sharp-edged little person into his arms, and patiently coaxed in a low voice, "Girl, let's go home, okay?"
Everyone knows that Mr. Li has a treasure that is close to his heart. He holds it in the palm of his hand for fear of falling, and holds it in his mouth for fear of melting, for fear that she will be wronged in the slightest. Seeing her getting close to other boys, he became jealous and tied her to his side.
One day, a certain woman finally couldn't bear it any more, so she held her waist and cried bitterly, "I want to divorce you!" The man suffering from late-stage doting on his wife leaned on the sofa with squinted eyes, glanced at her calmly, and handed her the divorce agreement with a leisurely and elegant movement. It clearly says: All movable and immovable property belongs to her, the children belong to her, and he also belongs to her?
