In the news agency, Monday’s issue report, everyone should mention a news keyword that they will start collecting materials in the near future.

"Recently, many friends around me got married, and the wedding methods were diverse." Jiang Yan's colleague Meng Sha said, raising his hand: "I want to write a report on the alternative wedding styles of young people.

Meng Sha is a young and sweet girl. Not long after she joined the company, she showed her strength. She often came up with ideas, put forward some interesting ideas, talked with one mouth, and was very active in the office.

It's just that some of them are too clever, and they are not liked by some old colleagues.

Song Xiwen nodded across the long table: "This topic is very innovative." Then he looked at Jiang Yan, "What do you think?"

Jiang Yan tapped the tip of her finger on the desktop and said casually, "Domestic violence."

As soon as this statement was made, the atmosphere of the office suddenly solidified for a few seconds.

Colleagues’ eyes were very meaningful. Meng Sha just proposed to write about positive news topics in the form of weddings. The word “domestic violence” by Jiang Yan seemed to be a counterpoint.

By her side, colleague Qiaoling approached her and whispered: "Good job."

Meng Sha's face turned cold, and she sat down in a serene manner, looking at Jiang Yan's gaze like a knife.

Jiang Yan didn’t look at her, she really didn’t want to find the fault. This topic just came up suddenly, thinking of the woman she saw at the police station that day, she was actually a little puzzled, why she was bullied like this, and wanted to defend herself. Husband, is it Stockholm syndrome?

"I think our topic is not medical troubles, demolition, or domestic violence. There is nothing new and full of negative energy." Meng Sha held up the white porcelain cup, suppressing dissatisfaction, and said: "Indeed, these keywords The sense of conflict is very strong, and it may catch the audience’s attention at first, but if you keep showing the audience with these negative energy things, over time, aesthetic fatigue will appear. From time to time, we report some positive energy things, elements that the audience loves to see. Give the audience a change of taste."

The colleagues discussed in low voices and whispered, feeling that what Mengsha said was not unreasonable.

Song Xiwen didn't speak, and everyone looked at Jiang Yan, hoping that she could also say something.

"So what are your misunderstandings about the news industry, aesthetics, and fatigue." Jiang Yan leaned back, turned a pen in her hand, and looked at Meng Sha: "I never knew, as a reporter, I honestly When reporting on the various social realities, we must consider catering to the tastes and aesthetics of the audience."

As soon as she said this, Mengsha's face suddenly changed, and she asked: "I don't think about the taste of the audience, you are responsible for the decline in ratings?"

Young man, can't hold his breath.

Song Xiwen only said at this time: "Everyone has different opinions. It is normal to rub and collide with each other. Both topics are good and both can be done. Then Jiang Yan Mengsha, you will start your own topics separately. Prepare the materials first. Report for discussion."

After the meeting, Jiang Yan walked to the tea rest room and called Mr. Liu, who was born in Fu's birthday.

"Mr. Liu, I wish you an old age."

"Xiaoyan, don't do it, it should be me to give you New Year greetings."

"You are welcome."

"By the way, is President Jiang okay?"

"My dad was still talking about you recently."

"Haha, President Lao is worried."

"By the way, does our company have a project manager named Li."

"I have several managers surnamed Li. I don't know who you are talking about?"

Jiang Yan thought for a while, and said, "It's Li Hong."

"Yes, just ascended a while ago, why, is it your acquaintance?"

Jiang Yan smiled: "Not really, but he was drunk a while ago and had some small conflicts with my brother, and he got into the game."

"Oh? There is such a thing."

"Originally, he was going to compensate him for medical expenses. He said that his hands dealt with millions of dollars every minute, and he didn't appreciate the compensation from our Jiang family. He must be held criminally responsible."

When Mr. Liu heard the words, sweat oozes on his forehead: "This person usually likes to drink some alcohol. After drinking, he likes to talk nonsense. I apologize to you and Zhong Chen on his behalf."

"It's not necessary. It's also a fact that my brother moved his hands." Jiang Yan chuckled, "I called Mr. Liu to ask you to do me a favor."

"Yes, please speak."

Two days later, Jiang Yan received the invitation letter for the annual meeting of Fusheng Company sent by Mr. Liu.

The invitation letter is very delicate, with embossed carvings on the black surface, and Jiang Yan's name is handwritten in the upper left corner. Of course, there is a space next to her name to fill in a name.

She called Jiang Zhongchen.

"Ah, don't go." Jiang Zhongchen refused: "There will be a zipper next week. I'm half tired every day, so I don't have the energy to go to the banquet with you."

"That violent man will also be there. Your sister will take you over to make a face with prestige, so willing to miss it?"

"Sister, I'm going to criticize you now." Jiang Zhongchen said righteously: "We are the three good young people with the roots of Zheng Miaohong, the pillars of society, the example of the people, how can we do that kind of thing!"

Jiang Yan: "...bye."

"You can ask Brother Lu Lu." Jiang Zhongchen suggested.

"He won't go."

"Don't ask, how do you know." Jiang Zhongchen said leisurely: "Don't think you know him well."

"That said, you know it well."

"Of course... I have to know better than you so much." Jiang Zhongchen said: "The whole team is assembled, hang up first. By the way, remember to hit the pain point when you hit the face, I believe you can."

Jiang Yan:...

She thought about it for a long time, edited a text message and sent it to Lu Lin: This weekend the company has a year-end party and wants to invite Lu Lu to join me. "

"Don't go." Lu Lin refused decisively.

"Qaq"

really……

Two days later, in the police locker room, Lu Lin was standing in front of the mirror, meticulously changing his uniform, tidying up his collar, raising his chin slightly, and raising his eyebrows to look at himself in the mirror.

Today is also beautiful.

At this moment, a sequined purple **** walked behind Lu Lin in the mirror.

Lu Lin turned his head in horror, and saw Xiao Wang standing in front of the mirror, scratching his head, showing off the exaggerated purple men's dress. The dress was complicated in patterns and so angry, like a low-end wedding emcee.

Lu Lin's mouth twitched: "You want to go to the countryside three times to give a literary performance to the fathers and villagers?"

Xiao Wang akimbo, picks his index finger, smiling like a flower: "The Marines are naughty."

Lu Lin clenched his fists and suddenly wanted to hit someone.

"Tonight I'm going to attend a big company's annual meeting dinner."

Lu Lin picked up the razor and asked casually, "What is the party?"

Xiao Wang said helplessly: "Sister Yanyan was invited by friendship. I didn't want to go, but I looked in the mirror last night and the more I looked at myself, the more handsome I became. No wonder Sister Yanyan would invite me. I must go and support Sister Yanyan. "

Lu Lin:...

After a moment of silence, he said, "You... dress like this?"

"Well, handsome?"

Lu Lin looked at the left side of his purple suit, the glittering sequins blinded him.

"Lu Li, I heard that there will be a lot of delicious food at the annual meeting of this kind of big company, and you don’t need money, you can eat as much as you want." Xiao Wang rubbed his hands excitedly: "I want to eat madly. !"

Lu Lin:...

Two minutes later, Xiao Wang took out a blue cartoon bento box from his locker, and said to himself: "If you can't finish it, you should be able to take it away and take it back as a supper. I will give it to you. Bring it?"

Lu Lin:...

At eight o'clock in the evening, she was completely dressed and dressed in front of the mirror. Jiang Yan held her handbag and got up to leave. The driver was already waiting downstairs.

Before leaving, she called Lu Lin again and sighed, "Brother Lu Lu."

"What's the matter?" He was still in the tone of business affairs.

"I previously invited Comrade Xiao Wang to be my male companion. Did he accompany me to a banquet, but he actually released me a pigeon just now, saying that he will work overtime tonight. I am alone now, without a handsome male partner, I will be laughed at by others? , So poor!"

In the office, Lu Lin pushed aside the swivel chair and looked up. Xiao Wang sat at his table, humming, angrily rushing a piece of material, looking at Lu Lin's gaze, full of resentment.

"Hate you!" He gave Lu Lin a mouth shape.

"Oh, that's the case." Lu Lin looked away and said without changing his face: "In the beginning of the year, there were a lot of affairs, and he volunteered to stay and work overtime."

"Hey, this way, then I will find someone else, is Officer Qin free?"

Lu Lin looked at Qin Lin. This guy had just got off work, eating chicken feet while walking, his hands were greasy.

"He has to work overtime."

"You are so busy." Jiang Yan said, "Then you must also work overtime."

Lu Lin looked at the time: "I have finished my work."

"Hey, can I ask Brother Lu Lu for help," Jiang Yan pleaded.

Lu Lin adjusted the collar of his suit and leather shoes, cleared his throat and said, "I think about it, when."

"Tianyu Hotel, eight o'clock in the evening."

"Ok."

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Yan circulated happily in the living room.

Father Jiang Pingqing put down the newspaper, glanced at her lightly, and said with a smile: "Oh, what is so happy?"

"I won't tell you." Jiang Yan hurried out the door with her bag, and met her mother taking Mino back for a walk. She kissed Mino's forehead and said to her mother: "Go ahead."

"Are you coming back tonight?"

"Not necessarily."

Tonight in the moonlight and quiet, Lu Lin put one hand in his pocket and tilted his body beside the iron fence flowerbed at the entrance of Tianhua Hotel, sniffing a white plum on the branch intently.

Sniffing wasn't enough, he looked around, saw no one around, sneaking up and bending, the winter plum branch was bent by him, but he couldn't tear off the bark.

A handsome man and woman in a formal dress passed by him, he hurriedly put his hand in his bag and didn't care about looking at the sky. After they were gone, he would become a thief under the moon and fold flowers.

It's getting stronger.

Be sure to fold this flower off.

However, this damselfly is also a stubborn temperament, which is connected to the meridians of the epidermis, and refuses to follow his will.

The whole wintersweet tree was rustled by him, the flower branches trembled, and petal fragments fell to the ground.

Jiang Yan looked at from a distance, really didn't understand the man who pity Xiangxiyu.

"Brother Lu Lu." She walked over.

Lu Lin immediately let go, and the poor winter plum dropped and swayed on his shoulder.

"coming."

Jiang Yan took out the folding knife from the bag, cut off the flower branch directly, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it lightly, the fragrance of flowers was tangy.

"Want to pick flowers for me?"

Lu Lin calmly said, "No."

Jiang Yan leaned close to him and inserted the flower branch into the pocket of his collar: "Why don't I give it to you."