"How do you know she will suffer?" he asked, meaningfully.

In the breeze, under the light, his eyes flickered, she seemed to see what was inside, but she seemed to be lost deeper.

He is a man with secrets.

she knows.

Should she go to explore the secret?

"Go ahead." He grabbed her hand and continued to walk forward.

"Fu Yuan'er, what are you talking about, the justice and conscience of journalists?" His question sounded in the night.

Ok? Did he turn this topic a bit hard?

But since he asked, she should explain to him.

By the way, "Cheng Zitong, it's wrong to eavesdrop on someone else!"

He agreed with an "um", "You are not someone else."

Fu Yuaner:...

"Why did you choose the journalism department back then?" He went on to ask.

"Because... I like it." She answered naturally, "What about you, why did you choose to study business management?"

An accident flashed across his eyes, "Do you know the professional name I read?"

"Is this unexpected?" She shrugged. "When I lived in Cheng's house before, I read your graduation thesis."

In fact, it was turned over accidentally, and it was bound into a booklet and put together with many professional books.

"Oh? How do you feel after seeing it?" he asked.

"Quite unexpectedly."

"accident?"

"Unexpectedly, you actually completed the thesis yourself," the style of writing knew that it was him. "I always think you are like the kind of student who spends money on ghostwriting."

Cheng Zitong:...

This is definitely an unjust case.

"It's not that you don't like writing," Fu Yuan'er curled her lips, "but you might use this time to do other more meaningful things."

Cheng Zitong was amused by her, "So you think your graduation thesis is meaningless."

"No, it just doesn't make much sense," she pursed her lips. "At least for me, many useful things are learned in society."

Hearing this, he tightened her hand, "Did you encounter a lot of setbacks in the newspaper?"

That's for sure!

Each stage has problems in each stage, interns, intern reporters, assistants, official reporters...

In fact, the saddest thing is that every time she encounters a setback and wants to talk to Ji Senzhuo, it is always difficult for him to contact him.

After finally getting in touch, he hung up without saying a few words.

She could feel his impatience across the telephone signal across the Pacific Ocean.

"What's wrong?" He felt her sudden depression.

"Nothing, it's all in the past." She didn't want to mention Ji Senzhuo to him.

He stopped and grasped her shoulders generously, "I can assure you that whenever you need me, I will show up."

She couldn't help but froze, how could he guess her thoughts...

But he must not have guessed. When he said this, she thought of the mysterious woman.

If one day, the mysterious woman he cared about the most came to him, would he still remember this promise at this moment?

With a twitching heart, she slid into his embrace, her slender arms tightly wrapped around her sturdy waist.

"Cheng Zitong, you must remember what you just said, and you are not allowed to go back." Her voice couldn't help but choke.

In his warm embrace, she will always feel wronged so easily.

"Okay." He answered one word, short and powerful.

At the same time, he hugged her tightly.

This hug troubled her for several days.

Why can he

With someone else in her heart, how about giving her a hug that makes her feel like a treasure?

He did this, wouldn't it be scumbag to her and that mysterious daughter?

"Let me say that there are no mysterious people at all, let alone any mysterious women." Yan Yan sniffed.

The two ate together the next day, and it was inevitable to talk about these things.

Last night, she and the interns successfully intercepted the news of "Zi Yin abortion", and the Cheng family really bought dozens of media outlets to post follow-ups.

But these dozens of large and small media all look at the face of one big media, and if Fu Yuaner manages this big media, everything is done.

However, the meal was not easy to eat. The news of "Cheng Yiming is going to marry Yan Yan" choked on Fu Yuaner's throat, and everything she ate was like chewing wax.

"What's wrong with you," Yan Yan saw that something was wrong with her. "Her face turned pale and absent-minded. Isn't it uncomfortable?"

Fu Yuan'er sighed softly and asked, "Is it possible for you to take a movie and go abroad to film it, one shot will last two or three years?"

Yan Yan smiled: "What do you mean, where do you want to send me?"

"Don't pretend that nothing happened, I know, Cheng Yiming forced you to marry him, right?" She couldn't hold back anymore.

Hearing that, Yan Yan's face changed slightly, but she immediately smiled again, "I didn't want to hide it from you, but this kind of thing is not worth talking about at all, I just ignored him."

"Why did you go to Cheng's house that night?" she asked.

"That...I..."

"Can't keep the secret, did he take you to the parents?"

"How could it be that I asked him to help take out that necklace."

"Take the necklace out, then what?"

Fu Yuan'er asked in succession: "Did you promise him, take out the necklace, and you will marry him?"

"Yuaner, I..."

"Cheng Zitong asked me not to care about your emotional affairs, but I really can't do it. I always feel that I am tired of you."

If it weren't for her, how could Yan Yan get involved with someone like Cheng Yiming!

Fortunately, Cheng Yiming's dog-skin plaster can't be pulled off after being stuck!

She was so sad that she was about to shed tears.

"Yuan'er, don't be like this," Yan Yan said helplessly. "Don't worry, I know how to deal with him. I won't marry him."

"I don't worry, unless you leave City A temporarily so that he can't find you."

Yan Yan was silent.

Fu Yuan'er gradually calmed down, and felt that she had requested too much.

"Sorry, Yan Yan, I have been emotionally unstable recently..."

"Yesterday the agent said that there is a movie going to the southern hemisphere for half a year, maybe I can really consider it." Yan Yan said very seriously.

Fu Yuaner regretted it again, "I just said casually, don't take it seriously."

"I think your suggestion is good..."

"Don't be stupid, what about uncles and aunts if you go so far away?"

"I'm in City A, and my parents rarely see me."

"I'm serious, don't leave your mind as soon as possible..."

"I have no brains, you suggested me."

"I withdraw my suggestion, okay?"

"Don't take it back, I have already adopted it."

"You are so anxious to get out, are you hiding from yourself, are you in love with Cheng Yiming?"

Suddenly there was silence in the box.

Yan Yan was a little angry: "Anyway, I asked you to say anything."

After speaking, she averted her face.

Fu Yuan'er was really speechless. She regretted that she hadn't listened to Cheng Zitong, and she should be in charge of emotional matters.

"I'm sorry!" She got up and went to the bathroom, letting the atmosphere calm down.

She didn't go to the bathroom either, but came to the back alley through the back door of the restaurant, wanting to breathe.

She was a little wronged in her heart. She didn't want to take care of Yan Yan's private life. If the man was not Cheng Yiming, her guilt would not be so much...

She subconsciously picked up the phone, and suddenly the phrase "I can assure you, I will show up whenever you need me."

She really needs him now, can he really show up?

Inexplicably wanting to give it a try, his hands are faster than his brain, and he has already dialed his number.

"Beep beep..." the voice sounded.

"Hello..." Suddenly, a voice came from her ears, and she was stunned, only to realize that the voice did not come from the phone.

A man came to her and looked at her with doubts.

"Are you Fu Yuan'er?" the other party asked.

"I am, may I ask you who?" Seeing that there was no answer on the phone, she hung up.

The man took out a certificate, "I am a reporter for the Evening News of A..."

Before he could finish his words, a dozen men and women suddenly emerged from this alley, all holding up their documents and rushing towards Fu Yuan'er.

"I'm a reporter from XX Evening News..."

"I'm a reporter from XX Newspaper..."

"My local life public account..."

They scrambled to report their identities, and pointed their recording equipment at Fu Yuan'er one by one.

Fu Yuan'er was a little confused and didn't understand why she was besieged by these colleagues...

"What are you doing in a daze, let's go!" Yan Yan suddenly shouted, grabbing her hand and pulling it back.

Immediately after a "bang", Yan Yan swiftly closed the door of the restaurant leading to the back alley, and then continued to pull back.

At the fork in the road, Yan Yan made a quick judgment and decided not to go to the gate, but to continue back to the box.

The door of the box was closed, and the two panting men breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter?" Fu Yuan'er was still dumbfounded.

"I went to you and found that something was wrong, who are those people?" Yan Yan asked.

"All my colleagues."

After the two asked and answered, the previous embarrassment had long since disappeared.

When it comes to things, the benefits of girlfriends only become apparent.

Fu Yuaner thought about it calmly, and was about to call Lucy. Lucy's phone number came first.

"Boss, look at today's gossip headlines, the big thing is not good!"

Lucy exclaimed, and Fu Yuan'er's phone almost fell.

A steady and capable intern like Lucy can say that a major event is not good, it is really a major event.

Sure enough, the content of the gossip headlines is very rich.

To sum it up, it is Ziyin’s miscarriage. Fu Yuaner used the media resources in her hands to suppress the news and settled down to the fact that Cheng Zi and Fu Yuaner had joined forces to murder Ziyin...

The most terrible thing is that the recording of Fu Yuaner's phone call with the person in charge of the big media was actually released.

It doesn't matter if it is released, it has been edited, and the result is that Fu Yuaner did use the favor to suppress the news.

Originally, they were not public figures, and the news would not cause much enthusiasm, but by the Cheng family's connection, Fu Yuaner's vicious image of the house and Ziyin's image of the weak were on paper.

Isn't this the favorite drama of the masses of melon-eating people?

The enthusiasm of the incident has repeatedly increased. At this moment, I don't know how many people scold Fu Yuaner on the keyboard.

Fu Yuan'er sighed, and sat down on the chair, "I've been a reporter for so long, this time I made the headlines."