Lin Qi never believed in pie in the sky.
Renting a south-facing master bedroom for 800 yuan, she thought she was getting a bargain, until the water heater broke and no one repaired it for half a month. The poor painter next door handed over a towel: "I still have hot water here."
Two poor people exchanged instant noodles for fried eggs and their sincerity for sincerity in the cheapest rental house in the city. She thought she had met the right person, until one day a luxury car was parked downstairs, and the lady threw a check in her face: "Leave my son, this two hundred thousand is enough for a person like you to earn for most of his life."
It turns out that his poverty is fake, his gentleness is fake, and only she is real.
Three years later, she was the top public relations director in the industry, and he was the heir to Party A Group. She stretched out her hand in a business-like manner: "Mr. Lu, I have long admired you."
His eyes were red: "Lin Qi, what you said about supporting me back then still counts?"
