I am a down-and-out photographer. In order to save my sister who has leukemia, I took on a high-priced private job - to help the cool CEO catch the adulterer and tear him apart. The scumbag cheated on her, the green tea provoked, and the business plotted. I protected her every step of the way, tearing apart all the monsters and monsters with my hands. I thought the mission was over and we were done with it, but on the night of the celebration, she slapped the red book in front of me with cold and domineering eyes: "I have made an appointment to get married. Now, come with me to get the certificate." I was confused: "Mr. Su, we are just an employment relationship..." She took a step closer, and her aura made me breathless: "From the day you blocked the knife for me, it has not been the same. Either get the certificate, or compensate me for my mental loss, 100 million." I was so poor that I could only sign with tears in my eyes. After we got married, I discovered that this aggressive and decisive female CEO not only wanted me to be her husband, but also wanted me to be a bodyguard, a strategist, and a personal bed warmer. What's even more frightening is that - I thought I was a temporary substitute, but she was already sincere; I hid my identity as a retired soldier, and she hid the family secrets; a contract marriage turned into a two-way life and death struggle. The scumbag regrets his heartbreak, Green Tea kneels down and begs for mercy, and the business bosses all bow their heads when they see me. And I accidentally spoiled President Bingshan into a clingy little wife.
