"Good," Mr. Gu was satisfied, "If you lay drunk in other men's arms again, Fang Eleven... Do you know how to write the word consequences?"
Eleven: "..."
Why did she feel like her husband had changed his tune?
What happened to the gentle and considerate man she married?
Gu Liancheng held his peace: "If you don't know, I'll slowly... teach you how to write it!", he emphasized each word.
"..."
...
"You don't look too good?" Ye Mo asked curiously, looking at Eleven who was in the passenger seat, "Did your CEO husband give you a hard time? Want me to stand up for you?"
"No need, I'm fine." Eleven smiled.
She's just thinking about what she should do with her ten thousand-word self-criticism...
She's always been a good student, and this kind of thing, a self-criticism letter, she's never written this before!
The car stopped at the apartment complex front gate. Ye Mo was about to get out of the car to open the door for Eleven. However, she got off first.
