Sir, what if it's too cold?

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"Let me introduce myself," the man put the phone back into his trouser pocket, "My name is Zheng Weixing, the deputy head of the current affairs team. Seeing that you are positive and motivated in your work, we are short of talents like you right now, so I want to ask you, for us Is the group interested?"

Xu Muran frowned, what about cheating ghosts?

It's normal to change personnel within the group, but it's all based on previous cooperation experience; she's just a newcomer, and the article hasn't been published for awards or reviews, so what reason is there for the other party to come over to ask for someone?

What's more, the liquidity of the Evening News is not strong at all. It is a department supported by senior old people. With her current level, she can also help people do proofreading. Proofreading is basically a mutual settlement between reporters, let alone she is gone.

It's not/rape/ie/stealing to be courteous for nothing.

"Do not want to."

Zheng Weixing raised his eyes in surprise.

He originally thought that the one who could make that person specifically mention it in the regular meeting, not to mention helping each other with evil, should at least be the same as raccoons; he didn't expect that the other party rejected him so simply.

"why?"

"There's no reason," the girl in front of him shook the water glass in her hand, "I'm very comfortable here, and I don't want to go anywhere else."

There are three reasons why she made this decision: first, as she said, her foundation here is not stable and needs to be exercised; It is easy to have uneven segmentation.There is a saying in the Analects: "Don't worry about scarcity but worry about inequality, don't worry about poverty but worry about restlessness."

As for the third... Xu Muran faintly had another possibility in his heart: she couldn't be in someone's eyes, right?

Otherwise, how could he be approached so suddenly?

But shouldn't it?In such a short time, she didn't even have time to discover the opportunity to obstruct others' eyes.

Seeing that she didn't mean that, Zheng Weixing nodded inexplicably: "It's okay if you don't want to go, there are plenty of opportunities."

He waved at Xu Muran: "Then I'll go first, see you later."

Xu Muran returned to his seat with his water glass in his arms. The colleagues around him showed no signs of abnormality. They should talk and laugh as before. This little episode seems to have passed so casually.

During the lunch break at noon, she went to find Cheng Xuewei.The other party had just returned from the field work, and was a little surprised when she saw her appear in the post-production room: "Muran? Why are you here?"

Xu Muran showed off his cuteness to the camera brother, and pulled Cheng Xuewei aside: "Come here to ask you something."

Cheng Xuewei thought that today's task was not too urgent, so she let her go: "What's the matter?"

"Do you know someone named Zheng Weixing from the Political Department of the Evening News?"

"Zheng Weixing?" Cheng Xuewei frowned deeply: "Why did you mention him all of a sudden?"

Xu Muran observed her reaction, and came to a firm conclusion in his heart: This person has a clue.

She made a haha: "I just... I was chatting with my colleague today, and he suddenly brought it up, but he was called away before he finished speaking. Am I curious?"

"I don't know who told you, so careless." Cheng Xuewei sighed, "Zheng Weixing is not easy to say."

From Cheng Xuewei's mouth, Xu Muran knew some news about Zheng Weixing intermittently.

I heard that this person is the nephew of a high-level family, and he joined the current affairs team directly after graduation.Unexpectedly, although he came in through connections, his ability is not bad at all, and he was promoted to the deputy team leader after only a few years;

As long as it is the person he likes, no matter how many methods are used, they have to be dug out. Many people from their branch have already been dug out. That's why Cheng Xuewei's tone has a little disgust - Xu Muran thought understandingly, It's really not good to like to poach people's walls.

"Normal transfers are fine, what's the matter with poaching? You stay away from this person in the future," Cheng Xuewei was making a concluding statement: "It's not a good thing..."

"Xiao Cheng," the big cameraman said with a bitter face, "this video is still in the post-production stage, and you haven't come, does this mean we want to cut it casually?"

"Come right now!" She stuck out her tongue at Xu Muran: "I'm off to work."

"it is good."

When she was about to leave work, she was called into the office by the deputy editor.

The deputy editor's surname is Bai, and he looks white. He is young, in his early thirties, and usually gets along with people like them, so Xu Muran is not too nervous.

Seeing her come in, Bai Meng smiled and pointed to the chair in front of him: "Sit."

"Thank you, editor-in-chief." Xu Muran sat down politely, waiting for the other party to speak again.

"I heard that someone came to see you today." Bai Meng used declarative sentences in a flat tone, and waited for her to reply.

"Yes." After all, many pairs of eyes in the big office have seen it, and she has nothing to refute: "Someone is indeed looking for me."

She promised so happily, but Bai Meng was a little surprised. He originally thought that Xu Muran would hesitate and hide it: "Do you know who that person is?"

Xu Muran nodded obediently: "He said his surname is Zheng, and he belongs to the current affairs team."

Bai Meng was speechless for two seconds.He originally thought that Zheng Weixing's deeds were enough to be "famous all over the world", but he forgot that the person opposite him had only been here for a full month, and he probably didn't even know what the appearance of this person meant.

After thinking about this, his tone became softer: "What did he tell you?"

"He said..." Xu Muran thought for a while, "He said he wanted me to transfer to his team."

Bai Meng let out a "hmm" and said persuasively, "Then what do you think?"

Xu Muran: "I said I was very happy here and didn't want to leave. Then he didn't say anything else."

Bai Meng nodded approvingly, and looked at her with a little more certainty: "Well, that's good, to be honest, our department needs someone like you right now!"

Xu Muran smiled shyly: "Second Master, is there anything else? I'll leave first if I have nothing to do?"

"Be serious!" Bai Meng pretended to be stern: "Respect seniority, respect the old and love the young, do you understand?"

"Yes Yes Yes--"

It's Friday in a blink of an eye.After Xu Muran was on duty, he sneezed as soon as he stepped out the door——

"It's cooling down." She rubbed her hands and said to herself.A common problem in northern cities is that they cool down at every turn.

Whenever it's cold, I want something warm to drink.She remembered that her parents came to see her a few days ago and brought her a slow cooker...

After some haggling, Xu Muran walked out of the vegetable market with big bags and small bags in his hands.

The yams and stick bones are fresh goods that just arrived today, and they are not lucky enough to escape the encirclement of the old men and aunts.

She was walking slowly on the road, her eyes glanced at the brightly lit Hongsheng Porridge Shop that had just opened the evening market, and she suddenly thought of Zhou Qing.

I don't know... what is she doing now?

Obviously I haven't seen her for a few days, but it seems... Xu Muran thought, but it seems like a long time has passed.

She stopped a little awkwardly: If Zhou Qing knew that she missed her like this, what would she think?

"What are you doing?" Zhao Yi put down the work at hand, and teased her with interest: "Are you not willing to call me?"

"Speaking of business, I have a question for you..." Xu Muran turned his head to look at the plastic bags piled up in the kitchen, and opened his mouth cautiously: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Zhao Yi was drinking water and almost choked when he heard the words: "Are you in a relationship?"

"No, no, I just suddenly thought of this..." Xu Muran quickly denied it, for fear that Zhao Yi would guess her careful thoughts: "Who made you fall in love at first sight?"

"There's a fart," Zhao Yi spun around on the swivel chair, "You'll know it when you look at me. Anyway, I don't believe in love at first sight, and there are no good results."

Xu Muran silently cursed in his heart: It's just that you didn't meet any good ones yourself.

The one she met...

Is it?

On the other side, Zhao Yi suddenly came back to his senses, and babbled to her in a TVB tone: "If you see something good, of course you have to chase after it, but let me tell you, don't be stupid, people treat you well. I’m so grateful, I need to separate people, you know?”

This seems to make sense...

As a person with zero emotional experience, she thinks it is better to listen to the old driver's teachings.

"You actually want to fall in love, then the earth is probably coming to an end, I have to quickly take out the money I saved, or it will be very embarrassing if I don't spend my money when I die."

Xu Muran was very moved: "I think what you said makes sense."

Then she hung up the phone.

The next day was Saturday, she had a good night's sleep, and by the time she got up yawning, it was already past five o'clock in the evening.

Xu Muran glanced at his watch, even he couldn't understand himself: how did she sleep? !

After washing, she kicked on her slippers and went to the kitchen, washed the stick bones and yams, and prepared the stew.

As soon as the water was poured into the pot, the phone rang.She hadn't figured out Xinguo's temper yet, so she fumbled for a while before answering the phone: "Hello?"

"Muran?"

Xu Muran stammered: "Teacher Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou?!"

"It's me. I mean, if you want to keep wearing my clothes, I don't really mind."

... She actually forgot about this.Xu Muran hurriedly said: "When are you free, Mr. Zhou? I can send it to you..."

Zhou Qing looked out the car window, and the shadowy residential buildings were reflected on the retina through the mist: "Well... I'm free now."

"what?"

"I'm downstairs at your house."