Liu Yu, an ordinary newcomer to society, lives by the principle: "Every inch of progress brings joy." Until that snowy day, chasing a report that was blown away by the wind, she ran into Zhu Jingxing's arms - the document and the foundation on her face were all over him.
He lowered his eyes, snowflakes falling on his eyelashes: "You have to pay for my haute couture suit."
She raised her head and said, "Okay, two hundred years of installments, and the interest is calculated based on heartbeats."
Later, the whole company knew that the new Liu Yu dared to slap the table with Mr. Zhu who was on the cloud.
Later, the whole company was gossiping. Mr. Zhu accompanied others late at night to revise the plan, and even went downstairs to buy coffee himself.
"Didn't we agree to only talk about work, Mr. Zhu?"
"Well," he loosened his tie, "I'm investing in the future."
——The flowers of the high mountains are not for picking, but for growing together into higher mountains? Wrong! The flowers of the high mountains are meant to be picked.
Purpose: Written to all those who have ever felt ordinary, but are willing to work hard to polish their own light for one person and one thought.