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Three minutes after the elevator broke down, Wang Fugui saw through three secrets of his female boss Jiang Lai. It's not a fear of heights, it's a panic disorder. It's not that I don't want to get married, it's that I don't dare to get married. Not a strong woman, but an ordinary person who wraps herself up like a hedgehog. Jiang Lai dragged him straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau: "One-year contract, down payment for a house." Wang Fugui, the lowest-ranking specialist in the marketing department and the person with the most arrogant name in the company, signed. It's not for money, it's to pay off the mortgage. From then on, he exposed his opponent's lies at business dinners, slapped his relatives in public at family gatherings, and even when Jiang Lai's star chaser was photographed by the paparazzi, it was his god-level cover. Jiang Lai thought she was using him, until one day she discovered that the locked drawer under her desk was full of notes written by Wang Fugui. Each one asked her: Are you okay?