Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

Seeing that Mu Ru was not gnawing, Dongfang Mo moved his face like old bark covered with locusts, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Of course, there is a job that will allow you to earn 2000 yuan for the rest of your life." Wan, I don't know if you..."

"What job?" Mu Ru hurriedly asked before Dongfang Mo could finish speaking.

But after asking, I immediately felt that something was wrong. A person like her needs education, ability, ability, experience, and experience, earning 2000 million?

This is clearly...

Mu Ru hadn't finished thinking when she heard Dongfang Mo's old and hoarse voice again: "This job is very simple, just be my mistress. After all, we have been husband and wife before, and we are familiar with each other. I am more difficult to be satisfied with the endurance, if you intend..."

Mu Ru stood there in a daze, looking at the man in front of him who looked like a ghost and was more ruthless than a wolf, what he thought of was the words that spit out from his bloody mouth: We are both familiar with the road, how can you bear it in your heart? …

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To be his mistress is actually to endure the torment of his BT. Compared to the first time she was his wife, this time, her identity has already fallen into the mud.

At that time, she was tortured by his BT, at least she still had a high-sounding identity. Now, she came to bear his BT torture again, and she also had an identity, but it was an identity that people looked down upon and even spurned: Mistress!

"You don't want to?" Dongfang Mo saw that she stood there in a daze for a long time without chewing, so he couldn't help asking in an old and hoarse voice.

"How long?" Mu Ru heard her voice come out of her mouth, and even she could feel the trembling in that voice.

"How long?" Dongfang Mo obviously felt that her question was a little funny, and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Xi Muru, you are as ugly as Zhu Bajie, which is obvious to all, and now a beautiful and charming big star is a mistress. It’s only 200 million a year, and do you think you can compare with big stars?”

Mu Ru stopped talking, of course she can't compare with big stars, no, she can't compare with women who are a little bit prettier, because she has a birthmark on her forehead, which is a symbol of ugly women.

"So, Xi Muru, the worth I can give you is—" Dongfang Mo paused at this point, and then said with some annoyance: "Actually, you are not worth much at all, if it weren't for..."

Mu Ruzheng wanted to ask if it was something, when Dongfang Mo said irritably: "Come on, I'm too lazy to calculate the gains and losses, 2000 million, you can be my mistress for 100 years, and you can leave when you have enough time gone."