A man who spends a lot of money for you may not necessarily love you, but if he is not willing to spend money, he definitely does not love you.

A man's time and money are limited, if not spent on you, spend it on other women.

Don't spend my husband's money, don't add pressure to my husband... Please forgive me, the concubine can't do it.

You think about him, but other women don't think about him. Rather than letting other women enjoy it, it's better to enjoy it yourself... Holy Mother, leave it to others.

A liar is a liar.

From then on, I felt at ease that these things belonged to me—it was unreasonable to be afraid of a big guy throwing acid at my feet.

It's like many wretched men like to take pornographic photos of women they've had sex with and distribute them everywhere, as capital to brag and show off—but, dear, how many times have you seen your husband post pornographic photos of his wife to show off?

Unless it's neurotic.

The fear in my heart has long since disappeared.

Moreover, didn't the "big guy with feet pick" say it himself?

A man is paying for you - essentially paying for his own hormonal rush.

So: high-end skin care products, brocade clothes, luxury cars, famous bags...the money is really not spent by myself...it's all spent by Wang Donglin himself.

It's not me who dresses up beautifully, but it's not me who is happy - it's not him who is happy.

No psychological pressure, no moral burden.

Besides, spending a lot of my man's money is really--it's so cool.

At this time, the two were standing outside the luxury store, and Xu Xiaoya had officially taken over the store. She was familiar with the business and the business was booming.

I don't know if I compare it, but I compare that small shop over there to be extremely shabby.The gap in business profitability cannot be counted.

After all, there is still a gap between the top international brands and the quasi-first line.

So Xu Xiaoya completely shifted the focus of her work, with a new store manager watching over there, and she put all her energy into the city's largest luxury specialty store.

"Xiaoya, it depends on you to work hard, this store is shared by us."

Xu Xiaoya looked at this first-class decorated boutique again. Even though it has been in business for more than two years, it is always worrying about gains and losses, and it is unbelievable.

"Oh, Xixi, you have given me too much. If it weren't for you, I can't imagine what I have been doing all my life."

After a suicide attempt, is he reduced to the bottom chicken?Or marry whoever you want, live a life of poverty and poverty?

"Xixi, I have everything I have today, all because of you!"

Yan carefully stared at her—is there a lot?When Xu Xiaoya took out all the 50 demolition funds to buy a car for herself, who said that this gift was not priceless?

However, why should the two be polite?She just smiled and patted her hands, everything was in utter silence.

"Xixi, have you reconciled with the third young master?"

She was grinning.

"Third Young Master really loves you. I used to send you to college, but now I let you go to Harvard."

Even a fool understands: If a man is only greedy for your beauty, it's just a money and sex transaction, how can he pay such a high price? ? ?Whether you go to university or not, you still have children, and your performance in bed is not necessarily linked to your education... But I haven't heard of any famous prostitute who graduated from Oxford or Harvard, right?

If you want to be together, you only care about whether you can keep up with the rhythm.

I love you so I will do my best to improve you.

Instead of just running for your physical body.

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