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"makes you feel athlete's foot!"
"Wife, did you hear that? These are the voices of our daughter. She knows at such a young age that parents cannot be separated. How rare it is."
"Mommy, Daddy said that he likes men."
"Hey! Wife, don't hang up, why is it still turned off?"
The producer finally understands why since his daughter could speak, his wife has become extremely irritable, from being gentle and joyful, to a gray wolf with claws and claws, and instead of love, there are constant quarrels, as if the room is full of people. gunpowder.
Now it seems that marriage is the tomb of love, it starts after giving birth to a child, and the seven-year itch occurs when the child learns to speak.
Just as the producer was recalling the good times in the past, his wife might have felt it too, and then sent him a short message.
"Daughter, your mother went to the real estate bureau and reported the loss of the house. Wait, then what I suppressed from the investor will be invalidated? It's over, it's over, if the investor finds out, I will become a liar. No way." , I have to go back, the author reality show must not fail."
Producer swallowed his saliva, but his body couldn't help him, he was struck by lightning like a scorched little black man, and he would have to recover for a while before he could return to his original face.
"Daughter, go get Dad a mirror."
The producer seemed to suddenly realize that he hadn't seen his face for a long time. You must know that this face was created by many celebrities after a long time. , and corresponding restraints, so, as long as the producer is away, he has always lived freely, and almost everyone will praise him for his handsomeness. A day when you never see your face is a disappointment to your life.
"Daddy! Here it is!"
When the producer raised his eyes, he saw a tablet computer, followed by another storm-like attack, as if struck by lightning on a sunny day.
"Hehe, husband, do you want to video with that female writer again?"
"Honey, you came back so soon? So that man just now is from the Real Estate Bureau? Hahaha."
The producer wife took a whip and approached a little bit.
"No, no, I really need a mirror this time. I have no use for this computer. If you don't believe me, try sprinkling some confetti on the board, wife."
"You think I don't?"
The producer's wife threw the whip to the ground, and there was a sound of firecrackers, and then put her hand in her pocket.
"I found out at home that this is the last document."
"Eh? Don't, my wife, I signed the contract with the temporary producer. If the show loses money, he has to take care of it. This is the second guarantee for my wealth and life. I can't tear it up, otherwise, once the writer's reality show loses , I'm done. I can't even pay you for the jet fuel You hag, bitch, are you really torn up?"
"It's okay, husband, the house has been changed to my name."
"What? That was handed down from my family's ancestors. It's worth hundreds of millions. It was changed to your name? I never thought of filling in your name. It's my pre-marital property. How did you do it? Who will help you?" Yes, that man?"
"Husband, while you were sleeping, my daughter used your fingers to press her fingerprints on the divorce agreement, and the distribution of property is as follows. The ancestral house owned by Party A before marriage will be given to Party B for free" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com