[Emotional restraint against the bosses in the Beijing circle × Tenacity to counterattack the novice investment banker]
Senior cadre｜New year｜Love grows over time｜Reality｜Slight redemption
The first time she met him was when she was running errands for the leader. In front of the vermillion-lacquered gate, with his shirt collar slightly open, he stood in the middle of the air-conditioning, like a man stepping out of an old painting. Two words popped into her mind - "So handsome". What he said was "I'm sorry" and turned around to leave.
Later, he held up the drinks for her at the dinner party, put her coat on her at four o'clock in the morning, gave her the pen he had used for seven or eight years, and used the favor he had accumulated for decades to solve her trouble. She thought he liked her too. When I mustered up the courage to confess my love, he said, "We can't be together."
She stood in the night wind on Chang'an Street, unable to wipe away her tears - it wasn't that he didn't like it, it was just that he didn't dare to ask for it.
And she refused to let go.
"Xu Zhizhou, I like you. Not gratitude, not admiration. I like you as a person. What about you? When are you going to admit that you like me too?"
