[Workplace writing, no golden fingers. The heroine relies on her professionalism to gain the right to speak... With him]
For his first project after returning to Shanghai, Wen Fu took over Qixiali.
Zhou Yuheng is Party A.
The construction site is filled with dust. Wearing safety helmets, the two of them faced off against each other over the drawings, doing business business without mercy.
Everyone in the circle said that Wen Fu, a tough guy, would sooner or later fall into the hands of a decisive capitalist like Zhou Yuheng.
In front of the interview camera, Wen Fu responded in a flawless manner: "Mr. Zhou? Our relationship is purely between Party A and Party B."
Outside the camera, it's another story.
It's the printer that's still buzzing in the middle of the night, and it's the brief snuggle caused by fatigue when we take a break in the tea room.
It was the real feeling of his mouth on the back of her hand, and his restless breathing passing by her ears in the office late at night.
The drawings were scattered on the desk where we had spent countless all-nighters together.
Seeing that she still refused to let go, Zhou Yuheng loosened his tie and held her back:
"Wen Fu, try another plan."
"Also change your position."
Intention: Based on professionalism and be in tune with ideals