As the director of Plan B, which was on the verge of bankruptcy, Jian Si received a sky-high contract. Party A is Lu Jin, the well-known CEO in the industry and her archrival for many years. The content of the contract is not an acquisition, but a marriage. Lu Jin pushed the agreement over, his eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses unwavering: "For one year, I will help your company come back to life. You will act as my gentle and virtuous wife and deal with my grandfather." Jian Si looked at the three principles of "not having sex with each other, not interfering with private life, and not having true feelings" in the agreement, and then looked at her company's debt sheet, biting her toothpick. Married life can be called a schizophrenic drama. In front of others, they are a model couple. In front of the elders of the Lu family, Lu Jin peeled shrimps and picked fish bones for her, being gentle and considerate. Jian Si nestled in his arms, smiling sweeter than honey. At the company cocktail party, he held up the drink for her, being considerate and considerate. She straightened his tie and behaved affectionately. The whole city envied Jian Si for marrying love. After the people, they are the opponents of the passionate open mic. "Lu, why are you stealing my project again?!" "Director Jian, shopping malls are like battlefields, I rely on my ability. Also, please call me husband at home." Jian Si: "?" Lu Jin adjusted his glasses without changing his expression: "The third supplementary clause of the agreement: While at home, we must treat each other as husband and wife and cultivate a tacit understanding." Jian Si looked at his serious face and almost said "I believe you are a ghost" engraved on his face. Okay, let's act, who is afraid of whom? From then on, Jian Si switched seamlessly between "gentle and good wife" and "workplace witch" every day. In the kitchen, she wore an apron and made breakfast for Mr. Lu, who never cooked.
