บท 1387: The Finale (7)

She couldn't even remember how long it had been since he last touched her. Every night after he came back from outside, his body was filled with the smell of all kinds of women's makeup and perfume, mixed with alcohol and smoke. It was so disgusting that she wanted to throw up!

No woman could accept such a fake marriage, let alone Fang Zhiyou.

Not to mention Mrs. Ye, who would send her some "mysterious pregnancy tonic" every now and then and call her every two or three days to ask if there was any news about her stomach.

She had to endure Mrs. Ye's indirect complaints and sarcasm!

When had he ever cared about himself? When did he ever put in a good word for her to Mrs. Ye? Did he?

"How can you still laugh? Have you ever thought about the seriousness of the matter?"Ye Weiting looked at Fang Zhiyou's wild laughter, his eyes full of anger.