Everyone says, go your own way and let others talk. However, when it comes to big scenes, how many people dare to say that they are really unscrupulous and unrestrained?

Men become bad if they have money, but how many presidents and senior cadres will divorce at any time?

Woods has money, so why did he find dozens of ladies, and was ridiculed by the world and abandoned by advertisers? A generation of idols ended, hiding in the dark all day long, and panic like a broken dog.

Everyone must maintain their own image.

Especially public figures, they represent not just themselves - even their own son. How can they face the questions of the whole world in the future?

Even if it is a right, such an image must be maintained by yourself.

When she thought this way, she didn't think about Luo Jia at all - she had deliberately ignored him. Even thinking about his pain - his soul knew how to suffer? A man could no longer be a group of concubines, no longer surrounded by flowers, and even his only wife became someone else's woman and someone else's mother -

She suddenly felt very happy - just like when she lifted boiling water to burn the flower tree to death.

He burned Luo Jia to death.

This is what he asked for!

She wanted to burn him to death, and even stab the needle to deeply penetrate his chest. She even considered whether to be a puppet, just like Zhang Jieyu and others witchcraft themselves.

The voice became even more gentle: "Your Majesty, go and rest first. If there is something, we will discuss it tomorrow."

I have been kind to another man - I no longer love him and don't care about him.

Who said that he would not be able to survive if he left him?

How many women did Taroga have in his life?

Of course, it’s nothing to remarry yourself.

She spoke softly and her mind was warm.

——Faced by another man!

It seemed as if Luo Jia could hear it—at least, the air could hear it. Isn’t his soul confused in the air?
Chapter completed!