How to Get a Wife

The next day, Joanna went to the supermarket to buy all the lack things.

And she sent Little to the Melissa's house. Originally, Wilson wanted to go with her, but Joanna didn't mention him to Melissa and Rita, so she kept him at home with an excuse. He took the little one to Melissa's house with its toys.

"You must take good care of this little guy. He is only two months old, so you must watch him carefully at ordinary times." Though reluctant to let other people take care of Little, Joanna couldn't bring him to Maldives.

She wrote down some of Little's small habits on a notebook. On several pages were full of words. It was clearly written that when he needed to pee, the temperature for his milk, when she would go out, and how long she should spend with it every day.

It had to be said that Joanna's love for Little was extreme.

"I see. You've written it all. I'll take good care of it. Don't worry." Melissa showed her notebook. She still couldn't believe what she saw is normal life of a dog.

She didn't have such a delicate life as this.

Was it true that humans were not as good as dogs?!

"Well, I'll leave now." Before she left the room, Joanna came back again and cuddled Little.

"Little, be good. She will take good care of you, and I will be back in a few days." Little replied obediently, rubbing his head on Joanna, as if he understood what she meant.

"Okay, okay. You treat him just like your own child." Melissa said while trying to chase her out. She can't stand Joanna acting like this.

"If Little have any discomfort, you must call me."

The door was closed, leaving only the chattering sound of Joanna outside.

Looking at the closed door, Joanna thought if she was too nervous, so she went downstairs with a sigh.

Everything was done and ready. The plane took off to Maldives.

immediately said with great respect, "Hello, Mr. Wilson,

deferential that

to upgrade the cabin? " Joanna didn't know what was going on, but she still asked. What if it was not

guest class promotion service, including

newsagent still echoed in Wilson's mind. Maybe the information here could help him

information of VVIP clients is confidential, so I can't

you be sure that he is Mr. Wilson?" Joanna was confused, she didn't believe that the staff here could remember every VVIP

in VVIP, there

can tell right from

Although they still did not know what identity Wilson had,

'Anyway, it's free.'

Wilson must be someone. He was a VVIP customer of a

Although she knew he was

couldn't help but feel sorry for herself when she saw him become so powerful

was upset. He was still thinking about what just happened.

something was missing.

to drink, miss?" The stewardess said

please." Then she asked a cup

eyes were attracted by a bottle of

pointing at the bottle

" The stewardess replied politely,

"Then let's do that."

was very familiar to him. Wilson thought he knew

But where exactly?

a sip. The mellow flavor filled his mouth instantly.