On the eve of receiving the certificate, my fiancé and my best friend had an affair in my wedding room.
I smashed my wedding dress, dragged my suitcase and rushed to the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
I bumped into Gu Chengyan, a business tycoon who was also let go.
I raised my pale face and said, "Mr. Gu, do you want to get married?"
A contractual marriage where each gets what he needs, he is cold and rational, and I am sober and independent.
It wasn't until his Bai Yueguang returned to China that I handed over the divorce agreement: "Mr. Gu, it's time to wrap up the drama."
The whole city is waiting to see what happens to my substitute.
But then Gu Chengyan knelt down in front of everyone and begged me with red eyes:
"Ning Ning, we didn't meet by chance at the Civil Affairs Bureau that night."
"I've been waiting for you for seven years."
Later, the scumbag's company went bankrupt and his best friend was ruined.
Gu Chengyan was wearing an apron in the kitchen and asked carefully:
"Honey, do you want your eggs to be fried into heart shapes today?"
