The thing Song Yu regretted most in his life was signing the custody agreement at the scene of his arch-rival Fu Xinglin's car accident.
From then on, the cold-blooded tyrant in the business world became a little rice cake that he couldn't get rid of——
During the day, they should be kissed, hugged and held high, and at night, they should be coaxed to sleep and chatted with as a human-shaped pillow.
"Brother, the medicine is so bitter..." Mr. Fu, who had lost his memory, tugged at the corners of his clothes with tears in his eyes.
"Brother, where is home?" His former mortal enemy burrowed into his arms like a lost cub.
When Song Yu finally got used to this sweet burden, Fu Xinglin pressed him on the hospital bed on a rainy night:
"Is it fun to make me look like a fool? The hand that pushed me during the car accident - was it yours?"
Song Yu pulled open his tie to reveal the scar on his collarbone:
"Mr. Fu, why don't you ask who made these bite marks like crazy?"
Later, on a snowy night in Zurich, the camel pendant in Song Yu's suitcase rang the doorbell.
Fu Xinglin opened the door with stomach medicine in his left hand and old coins with cedar leaves on his right hand. 134 Multinational coins were scattered in the entrance:
"Every time I want to find you... Throw one in."
Intention: We just quarreled, it's not that we don't love each other anymore.
