If a man spends a lot of money on you, it doesn't necessarily mean he loves you, but if he is reluctant to spend money, he definitely doesn't love you.
A man's time and money are limited. If he doesn't spend it on you, he will spend it on other women.
Don’t spend your husband’s money, don’t put any pressure on your husband… Please forgive me, I can’t do that.
You think about him, but other women won't think about him. Rather than letting other women enjoy it, it's better to enjoy it yourself... Holy Mother, let others do it.
A liar is a liar.
From then on, I feel at ease that these things belong to me - there is no reason to be afraid of a foot-picking man throwing sulfuric acid.
Just like many wretched men like to take nude photos of the women they are having sex with and distribute them everywhere for bragging rights - but dear, how many times have you seen your husband distribute nude photos of his wife to show off?
Unless it's neurosis.
The fear in my heart has long gone.
Moreover, didn’t he say it himself as a “big man who picks his feet”?
When a man spends money on you - he is essentially paying for his own hormonal impulses.
So: high-end skin care products, luxurious clothes, luxury cars, luxury bags...the money is really not counted by myself...it is all spent by Wang Donglin himself.
When I dress up beautifully, it's not me who's happy - it's not him who's happy.
No psychological pressure or moral burden.
Besides, spending a lot of your man's money is really - it feels so good.
At this time, the two of them were standing outside the luxury store. Xu Xiaoya had officially taken over the store. They were familiar with the business and the business was booming.
If you don’t compare, you don’t know. If you compare it, that small store over there will be extremely miserable. The difference in business profitability cannot be calculated based on mere calculation.
After all, there is still a gap between top international brands and quasi-first-tier brands.
So Xu Xiaoya completely shifted the focus of her work. Under the supervision of a new store manager, she focused all her energy on the city's largest luxury store.
"Xiaoya, I have to rely on you to work hard. This store is shared by both of us."
Xu Xiaoya looked at this first-class decorated boutique again. Even though it had been in business for more than two years, she was always worried about gains and losses and couldn't believe it.
"Oh, Xi Xi, you have given me too much. If it weren't for you, I really can't imagine what I would be doing in this life."
After the suicide attempt, will he be reduced to the bottom of the chicken? Or will he marry anyone casually and spend his whole life in poverty and sorrow?
"Xixi, everything I have today is all because of you!"
Yan stared at her carefully - is that much? When Xu Xiaoya spent all the demolition money of 500,000 yuan to buy a car for herself, who said that this gift was not priceless?
However, why should we be polite between the two of them? She just smiled and patted her hand, saying nothing.
"Xixi, have you reconciled with Third Young Master?"
She was smiling.
"Third Master, I really love you. I used to support you in college, and now I want you to go to Harvard."
Even a fool understands: If a man just wants your beauty and it’s just a money and sex transaction, how can he be willing to spend such a big price? Whether you go to college or not, you still have children, and your performance in bed is the same.
It's not necessarily related to academic qualifications... I've never heard of any famous prostitute who graduated from Oxford or Harvard, right?
If we want to be together, what matters is whether you can keep up with the rhythm.
Because I love you, I will do my best to improve you.
