Shen Yubai stared at the girl squatting on the ground in the stairwell chewing Basque, her expensive handmade suit stained with dust - he was the heir to the Shen Group, and he was supposed to be screening the top dessert merchants at the investment fair, but his eyes were caught by this embarrassed and stubborn figure.
When the girl wiped her tears, the broken cake crumbs mixed with the red mark on her forehead and fell down, and she muttered, "Why can a rich second generation end their life?" The contract in his pocket was already drawn up: to be his false girlfriend for three months, he would help her keep the store, but what he was thinking in his heart was, "This substitute is a little more smoky than Bai Yueguang."
It was obviously a transaction where everyone got what he needed, but he somehow picked up a piece of cake that was not dirty and tasted it. When the sweetness with the aroma of wine hit the bottom of his heart, he suddenly wondered: Was he trying to find a shield, or was he tired of the assembly line perfection?
