Orange Flavor Fifteen Years

The day I fell down, he sat in the office I had just lost and asked me to bring him tea and water. Gu Chaosheng, the daughter of the Gu family, the proud daughter of heaven, searched for everyone she could find on the day she fell from the clouds into the quagmire. The last person to answer her call was the low-level employee whose appeal was rejected by her. Wang Haiping. Nowadays, the upstart with a net worth of more than one billion has swallowed up half of the Gu family. He said: "Yes. Come to my company to report tomorrow." The first day she went, he asked her to make coffee. Seventy-five degrees, no sugar, no milk. She stood in front of him holding the cup, her fingers still shaking. He didn't drink the cup of coffee. He pushed a cup of tea in front of her: "Drink this, I made too much." Later she found out. Hidden in his drawer is the note she wrote three years ago - "The plan is good, but the person is wrong." Later she found out too. He stayed downstairs in her shabby rental house in the middle of the night and played games all night long in front of her sixth-floor window. Later, she discovered everything - he settled the hospital debt for her, he arranged for her mother to be a caregiver, and he helped resolve her father's unjust case. She stood in the corridor, stood on tiptoes and kissed the corner of his mouth. "I already answered the question you asked in the corridor." He held her hand for fifteen years. Start with a melted orange candy. I have been holding on to it until now, and I finally hold on to it.