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?"

more than half of it. Seeing how drunk and uncomfortable she was based on her frown, he shook his head in disappointment. "He'll

"I'm not discouraged!"

with his own hands. I can't control my hatred. I'm worried that I won't be able to control myself that I

smacked his lips and said, "Don't! Control your hand! You would be going

talk about it." Margery frowned and took a sip of dark beer. Her red lips moved slightly, "Um...

and wandered along the wide corridor to the washroom on the

a weekend, so there were a lot of couples eating out for their dates. It

not hold it, Margery took

and bustle on the first and second floors, this floor was terribly quiet. It was composed of private rooms,

luxurious private rooms must

dizzy and uncomfortable. Her abdomen hurt, and she could not hold it anymore. She found 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 weakness in her legs. Just as

it was a tall man. His back faced her, and he was focusing on running water from

standard white dress shirt and dress pants, befitting his social class. His

kind of man who exuded elegance and grace even when

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

hurt me and killed

did not think so much. She swayed on her feet and pounced on him impulsively, intending to get revenge.

moment she pounced that

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

pressure was suddenly low and

and did not hear that he told her to go away. She was also slow and did not feel the cold air pressure. She sneered and

would not stop fooling around and pestering

pulled up his pants with one hand and walked out

he felt that there was something wrong