As a well-known independent female blogger on the Internet, I, Jiang Wan, have gained millions of fans by relying on the core idea of "non-marriage to ensure safety, men will only affect the speed of my making money". In the company, I am a resolute project director, known as the "emotionless KPI machine", and the most feared teacher of all interns. In my life plan, the word love has long been marked with a bright red cross. Until the company got a new colleague from the design department, Lin Yu. He is gentle, loves to laugh, speaks softly, and is a good cook. His lunch every day is so fragrant that everyone in the office is scratching his head. At first, I scoffed at this: Hey, you want to use delicious food to corrode my iron will? Innocent! Later - working overtime until late at night, he would hold a cup of hot milk and freshly baked egg tarts, and say softly: "Director Jiang, thank you for your hard work, please rest your head." The project was being made difficult by Party A, and I was exhausted. He silently drew more than a dozen versions of alternative plans, and handed them over to me before I got angry: "Don't be angry, there is always a way." I turned pale from the pain of my menstrual period, but he could deliver hot brown sugar ginger tea and warm baby accurately, even more accurately than my cell phone reminder. Gradually, my eternal heart seems to be... A little loose? What's even more frightening is that one day I was live broadcasting and talking about "how to identify men's sugar-coated bullets." When I saw the message on the screen from Lin Yu, "I made your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs tonight, I'll wait for you to get off work." I felt shamefully excited. Barrage: "Sister Jiang! You're blushing! Something's wrong with you!" Me: "... It's a lighting problem." Help!
