Hubby, Please Spare Me

Biquge www.wuxiaspot.com, the fastest update to turn the window to commit crimes: the husband's new chapters are merciless!

As a fan who has a super-high, you will also receive the favor of the merchant directly.

Advertising endorsements, luxury endorsements, etc.

However, once the public has a bad impression, they will lose the powder, and the loss of the powder equals the price.

Some loyal fans are unwilling to believe, so they start to help you find various reasons for last resort. However, loyal fans are scarce, and they still have a lot of brain damage.

It is estimated that Xing Zun is finished this time. If she expects it to be good, those who invested in his filming before will also withdraw capital.

Chain reaction.

Businessmen have always been profitable.

The knock on the door rang.

Shui Miaomiao looked at the door.

Xing Zun's low voice sounded, "The reporter didn't come in. I had to get some food from my assistant. Are you hungry?"

Shui Miaomiao opened the door and looked at Xing Zun's face.

His eyes saw the cell phone she was holding, the face was weird and dull, there was a scar and faint worry flashing in his eyes, and he asked, "Have you seen it?"

Shui Miaomiao nodded, shrugged, and replied straightforwardly: "Look."

Xing Zun's eyes dimmed and promised: "I think of a way to send you out. Because of the investor's divestment and my own problems, I may not be able to shoot. If there is a chance, I will give you a heroine."

"No, actually, I don't care too much about filming. For the money you paid in advance, give me your account number. I will give you back now." Shui Miaomiao said, picked up the phone and opened the Alipay page.

"According to the contract, if the production company is unable to shoot, you don't need to refund the prepayment." Xing Zun said, "Come and eat first."

"Then you will lose a lot?" Shui Miaomiao whispered.

"Huh." Xing Zun answered, sitting down and handing Shui Miaomiao a pair of chopsticks.

Shui Miaomiao didn't pick up.

He knew that Shui Miaomiao disgusted him, put the chopsticks on the table, opened a box of small dumplings, and ate it himself.

Shui Miaomiao sat opposite him, picked up the chopsticks he gave, and also opened the box of Xiaolongbao, sandwiched the Xiaolongbao, and took a bite.

"Do you have anything to ask me?" Xing Zun asked.

"You're talking about a few women on the Internet condemning you?" Shui Miao Miao glanced at him and asked.

Xing Zun twitched his lips and said with a wry smile: "Shen Mochen is quite cruel."

"Actually, I don't think you are wrong. If I am a normal man with needs and the other person is a woman I like, I will also want to happen to her, and because I like her, I certainly don't like her. Your clothes are exposed, you interact with other heterosexuals, and you make love scenes. So, your request is a normal person's normal request." Shui Miao Miao finished and put a small bag in his mouth.

"Don't you think I'm sick?" He scorned himself when something happened.

"From a scientific standpoint, love is actually a substance called dopamine, which disappears with metabolism, ranging from 3 months to 2 years.

You may have been pursuing perfection, and, because of capital and self-confidence, when dopamine disappears, it will look for the next target, leading to insubordination. It’s not right, right.

Some people need this kind of passion, and some people need to be plain and peaceful.

I ask you, you have so many girlfriends, what do you get? Asked Shui Miaomiao.

Xing Zun doesn't understand what Shui Miaomiao means.

Shui Miaomiao smiled slightly and asked in other words: "Assuming you will die tomorrow, how many people do you think can cry for you?"