Come back to Me, My Ex-Wife

Twenty minutes later, Margery was stunned as she took the business license from Mr. Lau whose attitude changed from arrogant to humble.

Happiness came so suddenly that she was a little confused.

Not long ago, this little leader was so impatient that he wanted her to wait until the end of the world. It has not been long before he took the initiative to deliver what she needed. Someone must have helped her.

Thinking of this, Margery narrowed her charming eyes and asked tentatively, "Did Melvin, Mr. Collins call you?"

Ahem, what Melvin!

Mr. Lau almost shouted but remembered Golden's instructions before he left and could only swallow his pride and keep quiet.

Seeing the other party's constipated look, Margery immediately concluded that the person who helped her was no one but Melvin.

It could only be that guy who fooled around all the time and made others mad as soon as he spoke.

Margery gave a sympathetic look to Mr. Lau and slightly squeezed the business license in her hand, taking a load off her mind. She turned and walked away briskly.

In order to thank Melvin for helping her selflessly for so many years, she decided to treat him to dinner tonight.

*

At night, Margery and Melvin sat in an elegant and quiet restaurant.

Margery drank in a good mood at first and joked with Melvin.

But after drinking her fifth glass, she had a low mood and sighed while supporting her chin. There was vague uncertainty in her eyes. "Brother Melvin, after the hospital builds reputation, will Golden come to my small hospital for treatment?"

bottle of alcohol from her hand and poured it for himself. He held his head up and drank more than half of it. Seeing how drunk and uncomfortable she was based on her frown, he shook his head in disappointment. "He'll definitely come! Don't worry! Leave it to me! If he doesn't come, I'll hold him at gunpoint and force him to come. Weren't you confident during the day? How come you are discouraged after a few

"I'm not discouraged!"

my little boy with his own hands. I can't control my hatred. I'm worried that I won't be

said, "Don't! Control your hand! You would be going easy on him if you killed him with a single cut. You need to at least tear him

sip of dark beer. Her red lips

and wandered along the wide corridor to the

weekend, so there were a lot of couples

she could not hold it, Margery took a

floors, this floor was terribly quiet. It was composed of private rooms, which were

must be equipped

private room and glanced inside. When she saw no one in the room, she snuck in and flowed the signs to the washroom door while feeling weakness in her legs. Just

His back faced

dress pants, befitting his social class. His

was the kind of man who exuded elegance and grace even when he

felt that the man's back and posture were very much like

you hurt me and killed Andrew. Won't

feet and pounced on him

she pounced that

fell, she unexpectedly scratched the man's flat and lean abdomen with her right hand,

if he did not expect to be cursed and scratched by a drunk woman. He turned his head slightly. When he saw that she was the woman he came across at noon who was so beautiful that she shone, he immediately looked upset.

was suddenly low and

told her to go away. She was also slow and did not feel the cold air pressure. She sneered and swayed as she got up from the ground and pounced on

drunk woman would not stop fooling around

with one hand and walked out

that there was something wrong with his eyes that