[Double c➕cold flower➕kissing monster]
Just as Shen Zhiwei was scolded by the entire internet as a "meddling scumbag", Ji Linzhou's marriage agreement arrived.
The terms are accurate to the centimeter: sleep in separate rooms, not to be disclosed, and not to interfere with each other.
She thought it was a cold deal until—
It was discovered that the lining of his suit was embroidered with "ZW" dark patterns, and the date was one year before the signing;
I bumped into him in the study, watching the video of her speech three years ago, repeatedly practicing "what a coincidence";
Even when she was in allergic shock, she heard the cold-blooded CEO begging the doctor with red eyes: "Save her, and I'll give you all the shares in the Ji family."
The most outrageous thing is that when the contract expired and she threw out the divorce agreement, Mr. Ji, who had always been patient, suddenly broke down.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, like an aggrieved large dog: "Shen Zhiwei, I have been secretly in love with you for a thousand and ninety-five days, and you want to divorce me?"
The "business marriage" that the whole Internet is talking about turns out to be Mr. Ji's deliberate "wife-catching plan".
In a nutshell, I signed a contract to deal with the family, but Party A got into my bed every night?
