You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Mufron, night.

Luther was meeting with Professor Williams and it was going well. After the meeting, Professor Williams extended a friendly hand to Luther, "Mr. Luther, this is a great conception and design, and your wife is really talented. She solved a lot of practical problems. I am very much looking forward to the next time we meet and I hope she will come with you. I am curious what kind of woman she must be to have such extraordinary wisdom."

"Good. Thank you for your appreciation.” Luther shook his hand.

"You are so fortunate. You have such a beautiful and intelligent wife. I am truly jealous." Wilson smiled, “I will open up the Mufron market for you, your wife has a great future ahead of her, and I will put her on top of the glorious pyramid in the industry. Please rest assured. I look forward to our next meeting."

“Definitely.” Luther was in a happy mood.

always focused on talent, and there was no way he would let go of a talent like

someone praising his wife, which made him really proud of her. At this moment, he seemed to have completely forgotten that he and Joyce were only nominally

fact that Joyce had been praised by Professor Williams was undoubtedly the highest honor. It was not in vain that he had insisted that the

to catch a plane back home soon and can't wait to see your beautiful wife? Well, a brief separation from time to time actually adds more fuel to your love. Hahahaha." Professor

trace of embarrassment flashed across his handsome face. He did want to go home badly.

for meeting us tonight. Bye!" Luther bid farewell to

and headed

back of his chair, his whole body relaxed and his eyes closed. Tonight he could sleep overnight on the plane, and he would get to the country in the morning, and by the time it's

his newly replaced cell phone suddenly rang. The urgent rhythms

saw that it was Joyce calling, his dark eyes widened abruptly and he picked up the phone almost instantly while pressing the answer button. God knows how long he waited for her call and how anxious he was. "Hey, Joyce, what's wrong with