When gunfire rang out at the engagement party, Jiang Nanqi blocked the bullet for me with his body.
In our previous life, we, a plastic couple, died on the same day.
Reborn ten years ago, I was being forced by my family to sign a marriage agreement.
"Mr. Jiang" I pushed open the door of Jiang Nanqi's study, "Let's talk about cooperation?"
He stopped burning the marriage certificate, and the flames reflected his deep eyes: "Miss Tang's gunshot wound healed rather quickly."
We acted as a loving couple in a tacit understanding, but secretly we joined forces to annihilate the business world.
When the enemy knelt down and begged for mercy, I smiled and pulled the trigger.
Jiang Nanqi suddenly held my hand: "Madam, I still do this dirty work."
——It turns out that when he blocked the gun for me in his previous life, he loved me terribly.
