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?"

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'm not discouraged!"

of Andrew and remembered that he killed my little boy with his own hands. I can't control my hatred. I'm worried that I

his tracks, as he was about to pick up vegetables, and felt pain and chills somewhere below his abdomen. He smacked his lips and said, "Don't! Control your hand! You would be going easy on him if

talk about it." Margery frowned and took a sip of dark beer. Her

wandered along the wide corridor to the washroom on

today was a weekend, so there were a lot of couples eating out

Margery took a deep breath and staggered to

the first and second floors, this floor was terribly quiet. It was composed of private rooms, which were probably

private rooms must be equipped

the nearest 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

was someone inside; it was a tall man. His back faced her, and he

standard white dress shirt and dress pants, befitting his social class. His legs were long—very

man who exuded elegance and grace

cross-eyed from alcohol and felt that the man's

you hurt me and killed Andrew. Won't you have a

swayed on her feet and pounced on him impulsively, intending to get revenge. "Son of a bitch, why are you so cruel to

her strength the moment she pounced that she slipped and fell weakly to

flat and lean abdomen with her right hand,

be cursed and scratched by a drunk woman. He turned his head slightly. When he saw that she was

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 him again. "Wait! Just you wait! I'm

not stop fooling around and pestering

pulled up his pants with one

that there was something wrong with his