The word Jiang Wanxing heard most in his life was "ok".
Help big brother send express delivery? OK
Help second brother edit pictures? OK
Help third brother test the medicine? OK
Everyone praised her for being sensible, reliable and always available. She also thought that she was born to be a "tool person" - easy to use, convenient and does not need to be thanked.
Until that day, she was so tired that she fainted in the company's printing room and was sent to the emergency room.
When I woke up, for the first time, all three brothers were standing in front of the hospital bed.
The eldest brother said with a straight face, "You don't have to be so sensible in the future."
The second brother's eyes were red: "I'll fix it myself, you can rest."
The third brother handed over a bowl of porridge, remained silent for a long time, and said the longest sentence in his life: "I'm sorry. I owe you a favor, you can rely on me."
She thought it was just a courtesy. Result——
The eldest brother brought her a scarf from Zurich. Fluorescent powder. Shockingly ugly.
The second brother started learning to cook, and almost burned down the kitchen for the first time when he brought out a plate of coke and said it was braised pork.
The third brother wrote her a letter, starting from the surgery when she was five years old, and he wrote it for twenty years.
After being silent for a lifetime, her father suddenly placed her mother's relics in front of her: "Your mother said, let you do what you want to do."
Even Fu Yanci, the boss of the cooperation partner who was too fearful to look at anyone, began to silently put a box of stomach medicine, a cup of honey grapefruit tea and "Thank you for your hard work" on her desk every day.
She just doesn't want to be a tool anymore.
Why did he suddenly become the family's favorite?
And... This Mr. Fu, are you here to talk about cooperation or are you here to talk about love?
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The words are like knives and the plot is like strings. The rhythm is so tight that there is almost no breathing space, and the plots are interlocking and murderous at every step. The characters are fierce and decisive, the choices are straightforward, and the conflicts are intensive and sharp. Reading it gives you both a suffocating tension and a hearty pleasure of reading, and it is full of stamina.
The words are like knives and the plot is like strings. The rhythm is so tight that there is almost no breathing space, and the plots are interlocking and murderous at every step. The characters are fierce and decisive, the choices are straightforward, and the conflicts are intensive and sharp. Reading it gives you both a suffocating tension and a hearty pleasure of reading, and it is full of stamina.