In a rear-end collision, trainee screenwriter Lin Wanxing crashed into his immediate boss's luxury car.
I thought I was going to start in a hellish mode in the workplace, but he personally nominated me to enter the S-level project, and they were one-on-one throughout the whole process.
Mr. Gu in the eyes of others: cold, taciturn, and unreasonable.
Only Lin Wanxing knew that this Bingshan CEO would strongly support her when she was in trouble, would silently hand over cards when she stayed up late and worked overtime, and would stand behind her when she insisted on the original intention of the script.
"Mr. Gu, why do you always help me?"
The man lowered his eyes and looked at her, his voice low and gentle:
"Because my screenwriter can only be protected by me."
From a rear-end encounter to a long night together.
It turns out that the sweetest thing is not the script, but her who ran into his palm.
