I became the contract wife of the crazy boss.
He hugged me to sleep every night and said in a hoarse voice: "If you sign a contract for ten years, you will break the contract twice."
I pretended to be good and clever and waited for him to get tired of it, but I raised a sign at the auction to buy the relics of his first love.
When the audience was silent, he pinched my waist and turned on the price increase light: "How many times have I taught you where to ask for what you want?"
When I jumped, he roared out of control.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already three years later.
I don't remember him, but he took our son and said, "Weiwei, let's go home."
Intention: He thought a contract could keep her, but in the end he understood that love should be used.