On the day Nostradamus predicted the end of the world, the heroine's life ushered in the "end of the world". On this day, the magazine that I had been working on for five years announced that it would cease publication. I discovered that on the phone of my boyfriend of two years, the mobile phone number of the male colleague who often asked me for help was actually that of a girl who lived in the same dormitory in college. The heroine was lying on the bed, thinking about crying silently? Or go to your boyfriend's company and make a scene? But obviously nothing has been done. A superhuman person like her in the world of thought and a coward in the world of life cannot do such a shameful thing. All she can do is wear a custom-made Taobao prosthetic belly at the wedding of her ex-boyfriend's best friend, pretending to be a virtuous woman living a happy life, and giving a wonderful turn to her troubled life. I thought I could live a peaceful life by leaving the past behind, but I never expected that the new boss of the company would turn out to be the domineering CEO who once tried to get revenge on his ex-boyfriend by knocking him down in a bar. Did he live a happy life with a domineering president, or was everything just a happy dream?
