Mumu has been investigating an underground den where gutter oil is processed. She has been staring at this place for a long time. These people heat the swill collected from restaurants every day and then extract the oil. This is the first time she has seen it.
, it was a disgusting day without eating, and looking at the oil and water in the food, it felt like those gutter oil products were mixed together with the napkins used by the guests to wipe their mouths.
It’s not that the government doesn’t care about this, it’s that no one really takes care of it. Food hygiene has always been the number one problem in the country. I really don’t know what those people in the food supervision department are doing with taxpayers’ money.
If those reporters hadn't risked their lives to expose it, I'm afraid ordinary people wouldn't know how much garbage they eat every day.
Mumu took a group of photos and was about to retreat when suddenly a man jumped out of the processing factory, pointed in her direction and shouted: "It's a reporter."
Oops, it was discovered.
Mumu picked up the camera and ran away.
Several more people jumped out of the factory, chasing after him from behind while waving iron and wooden sticks in their hands.
In the wilderness here, if you are caught by someone, even if you are killed alive, if you find a hole and bury it, you will not see the person alive or the body.
Journalists always face this kind of risk. I heard that in coal-producing areas, countless reporters die every year and are buried directly in the mines.
The sound of chasing behind her was getting closer and closer. There was already a steep hillside at Mumu's feet. She rolled down without thinking.
I didn't know what I hit on the way, and I felt a sharp pain in my leg. Then my head sank and I fainted.
When she woke up, she was already in the hospital. It turned out that local residents kindly sent her here.
"Why are you so careless?" Her attending doctor stood in front of the bed, with a face as finely carved as the sun and moon, shining brightly.
"Doctor He, is that you?"
I didn't expect to meet her here. I must be looking very embarrassed.
He Yining frowned in confusion, "I heard you fell down the mountain, what were you doing there?"
"Of course it's for the news." She giggled.
"In the end, you almost lost your life?" She shook her head in disapproval, "No matter when, the body is the most important thing. Your right calf fracture is fortunately not comminuted. Otherwise, you will have to rely on prosthetics for the rest of your life.
Live."
Mumu looked disapproving. For her, her life was already very miserable. The only thing that could be more miserable was death. She hadn't thought that far yet. What about the rest of her life?
Before Mumu's injury healed, Rong Shen sent someone and snatched her into the car in broad daylight.
She returned to the apartment that caused her pain and hatred, but this time, she was a patient, and there was an extra caregiver in the house.
Rong Shen stood aside and smoked, staring at the nurse massaging her legs. He took a puff of cigarette sarcastically, "Okay, why didn't she be beaten to death?"
"That's none of your business."
"Why it's none of my business, I'm not tired of playing with you yet!"
Mumu's face was red and she was angry. There were outsiders here. Did he need to speak so openly?
It's just that the nurse didn't listen to what was going on outside the window, as if she didn't hear anything at all, and was concentrating on doing the massage. It seemed that the people under Mr. Rong were all well-trained.
Rong Shen took a puff of cigarette, leaned on the bedside table and glanced sideways, "From now on, I will give you news. Don't go to such dirty places again. Seeing you makes me sick."
She was silent and didn't speak. The wound on her leg really hurt!
After the nurse left, she lay on the bed for a while and suddenly wanted to drink water.
Rong Shen was not there, so she had to climb out of bed by herself. She didn't dare to touch her right foot, so she jumped forward with her left foot. Before she could reach the kitchen, she suddenly tilted her body and fell forward.
There was no close contact with the floor as expected. A broad embrace caught her in time, "What are you doing?"
Why is he still there? He is as silent as a ghost!
"I want to drink water."
He frowned and picked her up for the last time. She screamed and he shouted: "Shut up."
He walked to the bed and threw it almost rudely. She fell on her butt and yelled at him dissatisfied, "What would happen if you tried harder?"
Rong Shen didn't answer, turned around and went to the kitchen. Soon he got a glass of water and placed it firmly on the bedside table, "Drink."
She glanced at him first, and then slowly picked up the water glass. Judging from his expression, he couldn't be dead after a day's sleep, or he was half-stepping with a smile.
She drank up the water and gently put the cup back.
Rong Shen sat on the chair opposite and read a magazine, with no intention of leaving for a while.
Mumu stared at him for a long time, so worried that he didn't know what to do. Isn't today Wednesday? He doesn't have to go to work. It's fine if he doesn't go to work. What kind of trouble is he trying to do with this caring attitude?
The most important thing now is that she wants to go to the toilet.
"Mr. Rong..." As soon as she opened her mouth, he corrected her without raising her head, "Call me Shen."
Careful?
Who wants to call him such a disgusting name? Does every one of his women call him that?
"Mr. Rong..."
He threw a sharp glare at her, and she immediately changed her title to "Rong Shen."
He hummed, "What?"
"I want to go to the toilet."
"Can I help you?" He raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically.
Only a ghost would use him to help her. She just wanted him to stop staring here. It felt really unpleasant to be watched while going to the toilet.
Mumu tried to climb off the bed, but he took her into his arms first. She stared at him nervously and emphasized, "I want to go to the bathroom."
"I know." He said matter-of-factly, and then he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, her face flushed with embarrassment. Wasn't he? He accompanied her to the bathroom?
"Do you want me to take off your pants?" His half-smiling expression made her want to hit him hard on the head.
"No, please go out."
"Can you, a lame man, do it?"
She said firmly: "Yes."
He smiled disdainfully, "Then hurry up."
Mumu sat on the toilet, with a complicated expression on her face. She didn't understand what song Rong Shen was singing.
On the bed where she had been lying, the cell phone beside her pillow rang. Rong Shen walked over and picked it up, and saw that the message was from a message marked "no.1".
He sneered, the only one?
He opened the text message, "Mumu, are you feeling better? Have you eaten well? I miss you very much."
He deleted the text message without hesitation.
Until later, Rong Shen thought, why did she delete that text message at that time? It was probably because of jealousy. Because of jealousy, she did it to that extent.
Mumu's injury was almost healed, but what she didn't expect was that Rong Shen was always there these days. Although he put on a bad face every day, he would pour her a glass of water and order a takeaway.
As soon as she could walk, she hurriedly went back to see You Yang. He must have been worried if he wasn't with him these days, and there couldn't always be no one around to take care of his illness.
She put on her shoes and was about to go out when a cold question suddenly came from behind her: "Where are you going?"