Bump Into My Destined Husband.

l, can we put off the procedures until after

gged. It didn't really matter

a sigh of relief. She had to do ever

vited him to have

e ordered the cheapest thing on the menu-sour noodles and braise

is wallet, but Essie, who didn't seem to

chance, and after this awkward marriage, we won't meet

n approval t

host, Essie gave Zac a dried bean. "Help yourself. The food here is ch

ws and said, "How do you know w

s. So if it's used oil, I will have diarrhea if

inistration with her talent, ' Zac

took a sip of water. Then, she raised her head to l

husband. It would be bad if he was a wanted criminal or he was

any work right now," Zac replied, not going into d

ild houses and move bric

as a job, ' Essie t

g, "Where do you live now?" She had to figure out where he lived. That way, if she co

rfunctorily. This woman

trap," she explained before suddenly covering her mouth with her hands. She realized that she had implied through her words that he was a hobo who came from another city and d

shrugged, hoping to end the topic of hou

hat had nothing but his good looks. Frauds probably wouldn't be interested in

nt thing for Essie to do. She wanted to make a nice business suit for Zac. As a jobless

he next day, when Zac came, she greeted him wit

Essie said

othing but trash in his eyes, and he would never accept

irl had good taste, and the clothes w

fitted

y. He had a nine-head body that was perfectly proportionate body

ect that even beggar clothes

el. One look at his body was enough to give

Zac walked over to her and sa

her eyebrows. Using just her eyes, she could tell the siz

leaned in towards her and said, "Have you been obs