After being the real daughter of the Su family for three years, my life is worse than that of the fake.
The fake daughter Su Yarou is the heartthrob of the whole family, and I am the background she uses to set off her kindness.
She cried and said, "Sister, I'm sorry, I took up twenty years of your life."
I held her hand with tears in my eyes: "It's okay, sister, it's not your fault, I shouldn't have come back."
Inner OS: [Act, keep acting, if I don't give you an Oscar this year, I feel like there's something shady about it.
She "accidentally" poured a glass of red wine on me in front of everyone, and then apologized in a panic.
I waved my hand gently: "It's okay, it's okay, don't be scared."
In order to carry out the character of "Don't fight, don't grab the door", I married the worst partner they arranged for me - a sick man who was said to not survive next year, Fu Chengyan.
I thought I had found a clean roommate to live with, but I didn't expect that this guy could act better than me.
I was so "wronged" by the Su family that I shed tears at the dinner table, and he was so "angry" that I coughed up blood when he was next to me.
One of us yelled, the other coughed, and both of us reached the KPI of "shut up the Su family".
Until one day, I bumped into him in the study, facing the K-line chart filling the screen, and calmly said to the other end of the phone: "Short selling, within tens of billions, no need to report to me."
He looked back and saw me, was stunned for a moment, then picked up a handkerchief to cover his mouth, and coughed weakly: "Honey, it's windy, help me close the window..."
Me: "..."
Good guy, what I am looking for as co-writer is not a sick man, but a movie king?
