I'm Really Not Your Husband

Copywriting of this article: Zhou Bingwen had been moving goods at the dock for several months, either hard wooden boxes or heavy sandbags. One day, he picked up a small, soft thing on his shoulders. Out of curiosity, I untied the hemp rope and opened the bag to take a look, hey! A soft and lovely little lady! The young lady woke up from her coma, grabbed his sleeve and shouted: "Husband!" Zhou Bingwen asked with a dark face: "May I ask who the girl is?" "I am your wife!" …Does the sandbag he moved still count as wages? Amnesia little lady × dark-faced rough man Intention: