In the third year of our hidden marriage, my arch-rival husband and I still play the role of king of the king in the company.
He is the airborne devil investor Lu Yuan.
I am Jiang Lai, the chief planner of Party A.
We were in the same frame, and the whole company didn't dare to breathe for fear of being splashed with blood.
In the conference room, he criticized my plan as useless.
Colleagues trembled: "Director Jiang and Mr. Lu have such terrible auras that they are about to fight!"
They didn't know that it was this person who held me up late last night, feeling distressed and nagging while holding me.
In the tea room, I publicly mocked his aesthetics as a disaster.
The subordinate winked at me desperately: "Sister Jiang! Stop talking! Mr. Lu's face is dark!"
They didn't know that the "disaster" suit he was wearing was bought by me using his card last week.
We acted as sworn enemies in a tacit understanding, enjoying this dangerous and sweet excitement.
Until her ex-boyfriend returned to China and Bai Yueguang appeared, the jealous husband finally couldn't hide it anymore.
In front of the whole company, he blocked me in a corner and asked with red eyes:
"Jiang Lai, when will you admit that you love me?"
All staff:? ? ? Did we miss the inside story of the great war of the century?
