High-Profile Cold Marriage, It Is Difficult for the CEO to Pursue His Wife

Anya loves Mucheng, loves her enough to tolerate his erratic behavior, loves her enough to adjust various postures for him. She thought that even if there was no love between them, there would still be habits. She thought that even if there was no love between them, there was still marriage. It wasn't until the cinnabar in his heart reappeared that she realized that what she had was just a dream she had concocted with dignity and power. She was trapped in the elevator and asked him for help, but he was busy accompanying her to the hospital to protect her miscarriage. She had a miscarriage and she was fine. Lying on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling, and reborn after the disaster, Anya suddenly understood, why should I give the rest of my life to you? "Mucheng, I wish you happiness." She put her arm around her and turned around gracefully, but he caught her. "Yaya, I'm used to you, what should I do?" "Oh, cold salad." Some people are unworthy of forgiveness in their lives, and you, Mucheng, happen to be one of those people.