Vivian's Question

Bella's POV: That night, Joey and I did drink a lot. We slept until noon the next day. I sat up in my pajamas, touched my messy long hair, glanced at Joey, and complained, "Half a day has passed, and my resume is not ready yet." "You don't need to find a job! You're about to become the wife of the president of the Wharton Group. In the future, your job will be to take care of boss." Joey said with her eyes closed. "You've woken up a long time ago. Stop pretending to be asleep!" I threw a pillow at her. Joey reached out to block the pillow, then sat up with a smile and teased, "I'm telling the truth. If I were you, I would only want to be a rich wife without working. I would only think of which beauty salon to go to today, what bag to buy tomorrow, and go to the gym the day after tomorrow. Unfortunately, I'm not you, I'm not the president's wife!" I smiled and said, "You might marry a rich man!" "I hope your prophecy is true. From now on, I will pray to God at home every day." Joey made