I, a pet hospital assistant, "sold" myself to a vicious-tongued CEO for my grandma's medical expenses.
On the wedding night, he made a three-part agreement: "Sleep in separate rooms, not interfere in private life, and divorce in one year."
I readily signed: "It's just what I want."
He turned around and occupied his master bedroom, which had the best lighting.
He gritted his teeth and slept next door, but the next day he secretly made coffee for me and put a sticky note: "You're welcome. It's not poisoned."
Later, he tore up the contract, cornered me in a corner, and asked with red eyes: "Can we do it for real?"
I said: "The probation period is three months, and we will see your performance."
The dignified CEO of Huo's has since embarked on the path of no return by becoming a volunteer, learning to cook, and queuing up to buy milk tea.
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[1V1 sweet pet · Happy enemies · Marriage first, love later · The male protagonist is attracted first]
The vicious-tongued boss vs. The sharp-tongued assistant, the ultimate tug-of-war between primary school chickens
