So I Got Married to the Boss

Sweet and fried, slightly spicy. (The mysterious and handsome jealous boss and the academic girl who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside.) A rare P blood type contributed to their meeting. When we met for the first time, she asked: "I want to marry you." For what? It's for money. He asked: "Girl, why are you so vulgar?" Oh, he didn't know, she was just a layperson. However, the more we come into contact with each other, the less they look like each other. Her custom is to negotiate with him neither humble nor overbearing. Her custom is to fulfill her beloved and bear the pain alone. Her custom is to stand up from the wheelchair and fight for an independent future. Her custom is to go through all kinds of hardships to avenge her father. The coldness and strength she pretends to be are just armor to protect herself. Finally, the jealous boss couldn't stand his little heart that was about to beat, so he put down his body and asked for a hug. But she said with a confused look: "There is no such clause in our contract." (Sour and sweet is him)