In order to repay his kindness, Wen Sitian agreed to marry the second son of the Fu family, a rumored gentle artist. The married life she imagined was to spend quiet time with him, serving flowers and doing grass, drinking tea and painting. However, on the wedding night, the man who walked into the room was completely different from what he had imagined. The man was tall, with deep and cold eyebrows, and exuded a strong aura that kept strangers away from him. He was the eldest son of the Fu family, Fu Yanshen, who had always been in the financial headlines. Wen Sitian:? ? ? Excuse me, where is my gentle and gentle husband? Fu Yanshen handed over an agreement expressionlessly: "Your nominal husband, Second Young Master Fu, has run away. In order to avoid embarrassment to both families, I will temporarily act as 'husband' until we find him. Don't worry, our marriage is just a formality." Wen Sitian looked at the cold clauses in the agreement such as "non-interference in each other's private lives" and "no unnecessary emotions" and signed silently. Okay, let's just live together, no one is afraid of whom. Married life is indeed "respecting each other as ice". He works overtime, and she follows dramas. Until one day, Wen Sitian was caught in the rain and had a fever, and she vaguely shouted "It's so cold" in her sleep. When she woke up the next day, she found herself wrapped in a warm quilt, and the always cold CEO Fu was clumsily making ginger soup for her with dark circles under his eyes. Later, she was made things difficult for her by a colleague, and a phone call from him turned the other company upside down. She wanted to open a small flower shop, and he directly bought an entire commercial street. Wen Sitian was a little confused: What about the formal marriage that was agreed upon? Mr. Fu, have you crossed the line? Fu Yanshen held her in his arms and said in a low voice:
