Exclusive secret love: Husband please restrain yourself

"What about 005?"

Chen Zheng's smiling face froze, and Su Xiaoluo poked her head out, "Song Xiao, don't you want to know what I saw last night?"

Song Xiao was thinking about whether to forgive or not, when he saw Xiao Luo looking at him seriously, his heart fluttered and he lost all thoughts. It is usually not a trivial matter to make Xiao Luo serious.

"Xiaoxiao, let's go out and talk. Don't listen to Su Xiaoluo's nonsense. She just said that that woman can be my mother. The reporter can't believe a word."

Su Xiaoluo was too lazy to talk nonsense with this kind of bastard, so she took out a few photos from under the pillow that she had washed in the morning, and gave Chen Zheng a face.The scale and angle of these photos are very well controlled, the woman only has a slender back view, and the men are all frontal photos.

Song Xiao just glanced at it, and his face turned completely pale.

Angrily, Chen Zheng picked up the photo on the ground and tore it into pieces, "Su Xiaoluo, how dare you secretly take pictures of me!"

Su Xiaoluo rolled over and got off the bed, with crooked eyebrows and an innocent smile. "Chen Zheng, to tell you the truth, I have archived these things. I don't want to ruin my reputation, so don't come to Song Xiao in the future, otherwise, I have a hundred ways to make you unable to stay in Anshi.

Chen Zheng wanted to kill someone angrily, but Su Xiaoluo had another clue, so he swallowed his anger and slammed the door away.

Su Xiaoluo can understand Song Xiao's sadness, but after all, she can't empathize with her, "Song Xiao, if you want to blame, blame me."

"Su Xiaoluo, do you really think you are strong, smart, and understand everything? No, you don't understand anything! You don't understand!" Song Xiao cried out with all her strength.

The movement of Xiao Luo's backpack froze, she turned around and wanted to smile, but finally gave up. "Song Xiao, you're right. I'm not strong, I'm not smart, I don't know anything, but I regard you as a friend."

Su Xiaoluo closed the door, blocking the hot sight that fell on her back.She originally didn't intend to let Song Xiao see these photos, but Chen Zheng's face was so disgusting that he couldn't hold back for a while, impulsiveness is the devil!
Today, the magazine office is very leisurely, Su Xiaoluo gave up competing with her for work in the eyes of the new clerk Lianlian N times, and lazily lay on the table and looked out the window.

Tsk, the sun is dazzling today.

The male and female creatures in the club are discussing this issue's column - the most successful diamond sportsman of the year.Turnips and greens each have their own favorites, and they fought over and over again, but to no avail.

Someone in the crowd asked, "Xiao Luo, do you prefer the president of the Jiang Group or the chief detective of the Dingfeng Detective Agency?"

Su Xiaoluo fiddled with the succulents on the table, and lazily said: "It's all good." Anyway, it has nothing to do with her as a rookie reporter, one has never seen it, and the other cannot expose the relationship.

They discussed to no avail and started arguing again, causing the flames in Su Xiaoluo's heart to rise up.In the end, Director Hao opened the door of the office and calmed down the scene with one sentence.

"Whatever the noise, you don't need to work, right? Su Xiaoluo is right, both are good, but which one of you has the ability to get someone to agree to an interview!"

That's right, the truth is that Metro Magazine is just a small magazine with little funds and few contacts, and the influential people in Anshi can't invite them as soon as they ask.

Boom, the door slammed shut. This fifty-year-old, bald director Hao is more irritable than anyone else. The sales volume of the magazine has not been good in the past two years, and there are no novelties. If you ask for more sponsorship, you all have to go home and eat yourself.

The phone on the table rang, and Director Hao picked up the phone, feeling angry, and his tone was not so smooth.

"Urban Magazine, who is it?"

"Jiang Chen."

Jiang Chen?

Director Hao was stunned for a long time before he remembered which god it was, "It turned out to be Mr. Jiang from the Jiang Group. Hello Mr. Jiang, you can call my small magazine. I'm lucky."

"If you want an exclusive interview, let Su Xiaoluo come to Jiang's at two o'clock in the afternoon."

After the other end finished speaking, he hung up, and Director Hao put down the phone sweatingly. Through the two ends of the phone, he could clearly feel President Jiang's fierce aura.

As long as Su Xiaoluo goes, the column is not a problem, but why does he always feel that President Jiang's tone is so gnashing of teeth?

The door of the office opened, "Su Xiaoluo, come in."

Director Hao was in a good mood, drinking tea while talking, Su Xiaoluo stood there, listening in a daze, as if he hadn't woken up, he put down the teacup with a bang, the teacup cracked, and Xiaoluo suddenly woke up .

"Su Xiaoluo, be serious. President Jiang has already agreed to an interview. You are in charge of the interview. If you screw up, you won't want this month's salary!"

Su Xiaoluo cried, "Director, I'm just an intern reporter who just joined the magazine."

You don't have to deduct wages so harshly, do you?
Director Hao glanced at his beloved white porcelain cup, endured the pain in his heart, went to hold Su Xiaoluo's hand, and said earnestly: "Xiao Luo, our magazine is small, and the sales volume of the magazine has not been good in the past two years. If you don't have an exclusive interview, the magazine really can't keep going, and everyone in the magazine depends on you."