"How do you know she will suffer?" he asked, meaningfully.
In the breeze, under the light, his eyes flickered, and she seemed to see something inside, but she seemed to be lost even deeper.
He is a man with secrets.
she knows.
Should she go explore that secret?
"Go forward." He grabbed her hand and continued walking forward.
"Fu Yuan'er, what are you talking about, the justice and conscience of journalists?" His voice sounded in the night.
Hmm? Isn’t the topic he changed a bit harsh?
But since he asked, she could explain it to him.
By the way, "Cheng Zitong, it's wrong to eavesdrop on other people's conversations!"
He agreed with a "yes", "You are not someone else."
Fu Yuan'er:......
"Why did you choose the journalism department back then?" he then asked.
"Because... I like it." She replied matter-of-factly, "What about you, why did you choose to study business management?"
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Do you know the professional name I read?"
"Is this surprising?" She shrugged, "I read your graduation thesis when I lived in the Cheng family before."
In fact, I came across it accidentally. It was bound into a booklet and placed together with many professional books.
"Oh? How do you feel after watching it?" he asked.
"It's quite unexpected."
"Accident?"
"Unexpectedly, you actually completed the thesis yourself." The writing style was immediately identifiable as his. "I've always felt that you look like the kind of student who pays someone to write for you."
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 mean much," 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 office?"
That’s for sure!
Each stage has its own problems, interns, trainee reporters, assistants, regular reporters...
In fact, the saddest thing is that every time she encounters setbacks and wants to talk to Ji Senzhuo, he is always very difficult to contact.
After finally getting in touch, he hung up after not saying a few words.
She could feel his impatience through the phone signal across the Pacific.
"What's wrong?" He felt her sudden depression.
"It's nothing, it's all in the past." She didn't want to mention Ji Senzhuo to him.
He stopped and held her shoulders with his generous hands, "I can promise you that no matter when you need me, I will be there."
She couldn't help but be stunned, how could he guess her thoughts...
But he must not have guessed that when he said this, she was thinking of that mysterious woman.
If one day, the mysterious woman he cares about most comes to him, will he still remember this promise at this moment?
Her heart twitched, and she slid into his arms, wrapping her slim arms tightly around his strong waist.
"Cheng Zitong, you must remember what you just said and don't go back on it." Her voice was choked with sobs.
In his warm embrace, she would always feel aggrieved so easily.
"Okay." He answered with one word, short and powerful.
At the same time, he hugged her tightly.
This hug bothered her for days.
why can he
When you have someone else in your heart, how can you give her this kind of hug that makes her feel like she is treated like a treasure?
If he does this, wouldn't it look bad to her and that mysterious daughter?
"I would say there are no mysterious people, let alone mysterious women." Yan Yan snorted.
The two of them had dinner together the next day and inevitably talked about these things.
She and her interns had successfully intercepted the news about "Zi Yin's miscarriage" last night, and the Cheng family had bribed dozens of media outlets to publish follow-up reports.
But dozens of large and small media outlets all depend on one big media. If Fu Yuan'er can handle this big media, everything will be settled.
However, this meal was not an easy one. The news that "Cheng Yiming was going to marry Yan Yan" was stuck in Fu Yuan'er's throat, and everything she ate was like chewing wax.
"What's wrong with you?" Yan Yan saw something was wrong with her. "You look pale and absent-minded. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Fu Yuan'er sighed softly and asked: "Is it possible for you to take on a movie and go abroad to film it, which 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 already know it. Did Cheng Yiming force you to marry him?" She couldn't hold it in any longer.
Hearing this, 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, and I ignored him at all."
"Why did you go to Cheng's house that night?" she asked.
"That...I..."
"I can't hide it anymore. Did he take you to your parents' home?"
"How is it possible? I asked him to help take out the necklace."
"Take out the necklace, what next?"
Fu Yuan'er asked continuously: "Do you promise him that you will marry him when you take out the necklace?"
"Yuan'er, I..."
"Cheng Zitong asked me not to care about your emotional affairs, but I really can't do it. I always feel that I have caused you trouble."
If it weren't for her, how could Yan Yan be related to someone like Cheng Yiming!
However, Cheng Yiming's dog-skin plaster can't be pulled off after it sticks on!
She was so sad that she almost shed tears.
"Yuan'er, don't be like this," Yan Yan said helplessly, "Don't worry, I know how to deal with him, and I won't marry him."
"I'm not worried 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 her request was too much.
"I'm sorry, Yan Yan, my mood has been a bit unstable recently..."
"Yesterday my agent said that there is a film that will be filmed in the southern hemisphere for half a year. Maybe I can really consider it." Yan Yan said very seriously.
Fu Yuan'er regretted it again, "I just said it casually, but you must not take it seriously."
"I think your suggestion is quite good..."
"Don't be stupid. What will your uncle and aunt do if you go to such a far place?"
"I'm in City A, and my parents rarely see me."
"I'm serious, don't just go there when your head heats up..."
"I don't have the brain to be hot. It was you who suggested it to me."
"I take back my advice, okay?"
"Don't take it back, I've already accepted it."
"You are so anxious to get out, are you hiding from yourself? Have you fallen in love with Cheng Yiming?"
The box suddenly became quiet.
Yan Yan was a little angry: "I asked you to say everything anyway."
After saying that, she turned her face away.
Fu Yuan'er was really speechless. She regretted that she didn't listen to Cheng Zitong and that she should make her own decisions on emotional matters.
"I'm sorry!" She got up and went to the bathroom to calm down the atmosphere.
She didn't go to the bathroom, but went to the back alley through the back door of the restaurant, wanting to breathe.
She felt a little aggrieved. She didn't want to interfere with Yan Yan's private life. If the man hadn't been Cheng Yiming, she wouldn't have felt so guilty...
She subconsciously picked up the phone, and the words "I can promise you, no matter when you need me, I will be there" immediately popped into her mind.
She needs him very much now, can he really show up?
Inexplicably, I wanted to give it a try. My hands were faster than my brain and I had already dialed his number.
The sound of "beep beep..." sounded.
"Hello..." Suddenly, a voice came from her ears. She was stunned for a moment and realized that the voice did not come from the phone.
A man came to her and looked at her with confusion.
"Are you Fu Yuan'er?" the other party asked.
"I am, who are you?" Seeing that the other person didn't answer the phone, she hung up.
The man took out an ID card and said, "I am a reporter from Family A Evening News..."
Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen men and women suddenly poured out of the alley, holding their documents and rushing toward Fu Yuan'er.
"I am a reporter from XX Evening News..."
"I am a reporter from XX News..."
"My local life public account..."
They all rushed to report their identities, and each of them pointed their recording equipment at Fu Yuan'er.
Fu Yuan'er was a little confused and didn't understand why she was besieged by these colleagues...
"Why are you standing there, let's go!" Yan Yan suddenly shouted, grabbed her hand and pulled her back.
Immediately after there was a "bang", Yan Yan quickly closed the door leading to the back alley from the restaurant, and then continued to pull her back.
When she came to 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 box door was closed, and the two panting people breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's going on?" Fu Yuan'er was still confused.
"I went to find you and found that something was wrong. Who are those people?" Yan Yan asked.
"They are all my peers."
The two asked and answered questions, and the previous embarrassment had long since disappeared.
When things happen, the benefits of being best friends become apparent.
Fu Yuan'er thought about it calmly and was about to call Lucy when Lucy's call came first.
"Boss, look at today's gossip headlines, something serious is going to happen!"
Lucy exclaimed, and Fu Yuan'er almost dropped her phone.
If a stable and capable intern like Lucy can say that something big is bad, then it really is something bad.
Sure enough, the content of gossip headlines is very rich.
To sum up, it is that Ziyin had a miscarriage, and Fu Yuan'er used the media resources in her hands to suppress the news, confirming that Cheng Zitong and Fu Yuan'er teamed up to murder Zi Yin's child...
The most terrible thing is that the recording of Fu Yuan'er's phone call with the person in charge of the big media was actually released.
Even if it was released, it was still edited. The result is that Fu Yuan'er did use favors to suppress the news.
Originally, they were not public figures, so the news would not cause much heat, but after being linked together by the Cheng family, Fu Yuan'er's image of the vicious principal wife and Zi Yin's image of a weakling came to light.
Isn’t this the favorite drama of the vast majority of melon-eating people?
The incident has become increasingly popular, and I don’t know how many people are scolding Fu Yuan’er on their keyboards at this moment.
Fu Yuan'er took a breath and sat down on the chair, "I have been a reporter for so long, and this time I made the headlines."
