The heroine who travels through the book (a social animal with a strong desire to survive) VS the villain of the original book (the tyrant who is forced to take care of the baby) + the cute baby god assists
Lin Xiao, a social worker in a large Internet company, died suddenly after working overtime and transformed into the vicious female supporting character Lin Xiaoxiao in the sweet pet novel. The beginning is hell - the original owner has just finished drugging the White Lotus heroine, and what awaits her is condemnation from the entire network and a cannon fodder ending. The first rule of survival for social animals: I will not take the blame. She used crisis public relations to save herself to the extreme.
I thought I had escaped, but that night I was taken to the mysterious manor by the man in black. A four-year-old boy who looked like a villain came out with a DNA report: "You are my mother, let's talk about cooperation." Huo Xingchen is a cute genius with a sharp tongue and a cold tongue. His life motto is "don't use emotions when things can be solved with money." The conditions he offered: Lin Xiaoxiao played the role of a contract mother, and he provided protection and compensation.
Huo Sichen, the biggest villain in the original book, pushed open the door and saw his "rival" holding his nose while breastfeeding his son. This man is cold-blooded and ruthless, and extremely hates the touch of women, but he has a son who suddenly appeared - and a heart that has never been warmed.
When the dimensionality reduction of social animals' KPI thinking attacks the parenting of rich families, when the cold-faced boss is forced to do parent-child homework, when the cute little genius transforms into a god to assist——
The vicious female supporting character is exonerated, the villain becomes a good guy, and a family of three becomes a family of four.
Later someone asked Huo Sichen: When did he fall in love with her? He thought for a while: It was probably the moment she smiled at me in the ruins, it was probably the cup of hot milk she handed me every late night, it was probably——
The son rolled his eyes beside him: "Dad, you talk too much."
