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The unexpected guest turned out to be Lin Siquan.

Lin Siquan came across the door. At first, he only talked about work, the Golden Microphone Award he won last year, and the "News China" that Luo You took away from his love. Later, the topic changed.He cried.

Of course Xing Ming envied Lin Siquan, all the hosts of radio and television programs envied Lin Siquan, but envy was useless, he belonged to the kind of people who are rewarded by God, his timbre is too good, deep, powerful, and unique It is said that Lin Siquan also cherishes his throat very much on weekdays, he does not touch spicy food, does not smoke or drink alcohol, eats pear slices before going to bed, and soaks Chinese medicine to moisten his throat every day.

This is the "national voice" in the audience's mind, but Xing Ming discovered that the original "national voice" doesn't sound very good when he cries.

Lin Siquan repeatedly emphasized while crying, I have been with you for ten years...

Although Yu Zhongye's voice sounded gentle but impatient, he didn't answer Lin Siquan's words very much, and only comforted him perfunctorily, "Okay, okay.

Xing Ming was originally hiding on the second floor, but when he heard Lin Siquan's crying, he couldn't help poking his head out from the stairs, and he was terrified at just one glance - he could hardly recognize this anchor Lin.

Lin Siquan was half-kneeling on the ground with his thin face up, and he could see the green stubble piercing his jaw.The elegance, the uprightness, and the charming demeanor of Yanyan in the past are all gone.He was still crying, not the kind of half-revealed crying that was particularly pitiful, but hoarse and exhausted, like an abandoned woman in the palace, with no image at all.

How can a man cry like this.Xing Ming looked down on Lin Siquan more and more.

He also despises himself more and more.

Yu Zhongye's meaning is very clear, since a man is a husband and a father, he has to shoulder the burden of the family, and other things can be put aside.

"Mr. Yu...I'm not ambitious. It doesn't make any difference to me whether I host "News China" or at [-] o'clock. For the past ten years, I have listened to your arrangements..." The man cried with tears Glowing, nasal voice thick, "I just want to know... do you have someone else?"

Xing Ming saw that Yu Zhongye pinched Lin Siquan's chin and raised his face, the posture was exactly the same as when he treated himself. He didn't answer Lin Siquan's question, but said, okay, if you keep crying, your throat will break.

Yu Zhongye leaned over to approach Lin Siquan, seeming to kiss his lips, but suddenly stopped when his lips were a few millimeters apart, and glanced at the stairs where Xing Ming was.

Xing Ming felt guilty because of peeping, backed away in a panic, probably bumped into something, and made a tinkling sound.

"If you don't want to hide, don't hide. Come down." Yu Zhongye straightened his upper body, raised his voice, and looked at him with a cold expression and a heart of stone.

Xing Ming knew that Director Yu said this to him, but he didn't know why he wanted to see Lin Siquan at this time.Love rivals meet, bayonet see red?But they're not even rivals in love, they're all lowly bastards who can't close their legs, and no one is more noble than the other.

Xing Ming took the elevator downstairs and left through the back door.

After blowing a cold wind all the way, when I got home, I rushed into the bathroom immediately.

Borrowing an extra mirror, I finally saw clearly the painting that Yu Zhongye had left on his back.A horse does not follow the simple and vigorous brushwork of traditional Chinese painting techniques, but also mixes the rigorous lines of Western painting, making this horse both moving and still, and it is particularly handsome and handsome.

The front car overturned, the rear car stopped, Lin Siquan's "front car" was submissive, whimpering, miserably miserable, and sickly, it really sounded his alarm.Xing Ming stared at himself in the mirror for a long time. There was a wound on his neck and a painting on his back. He had to heal the wound and wash off the painting. He had to erase all the marks Yu Zhongye had left on his body.

Xing Ming turned the faucet to the bottom, poured the coldest water on his head, and rubbed it vigorously with a soapy towel, but the skin was almost sloughed off, and it still couldn't be washed off. Maybe the old fox did it on purpose and didn't use ordinary paint at all. .

After tossing and tossing for an hour before getting out of the bathroom, my vision suddenly blurred, and my walking also became wobbly.Xing Ming took out the thermometer, wiped it with alcohol cotton, and stuffed it under his tongue. After 5 minutes, when I saw the thermometer showing nearly [-] degrees, I was inexplicably relieved.

He wasn't out of order, he wasn't lost, he wasn't poisoned, he just got rained and fucked, and fell ill.It's only natural to be sick.

There is no western medicine at home, so there is no other way, drink water, sleep, let's die.

Taking out the ice pack from the refrigerator, Xing Ming staggered and fell to the big bed.Turning over, applying an ice pack to his forehead, thinking of Yu Zhongye's "You are not as good as him", gradually falling asleep.

Xing Ming woke up early the next day, dressed himself in a suit and leather shoes, and drove to Mingzhu Terrace.

Although the Pearl Garden is large, there are not too many parking spaces inside. Some juniors have to park their private cars outside the park. Only the hosts of well-known programs like Xing Ming have exclusive parking spaces in the park. Even though he was kicked out, such a little space was still reserved for him.

Saying hello to the security guard in the parking lot, Xing Ming slowed down and prepared to park, but a red Ferrari took up the parking space that originally belonged to him.

Ferrari is naturally an eye-catching car. Since Xing Ming joined the company, he has rarely seen such a luxury car in the Pearl Garden.The Pearl Terrace is rich and powerful, especially the hosts of the entertainment center, who go out all the year round and earn a lot of extra money. It's not that they can't afford it, but it's a convention. No one dares to let such a car drive into the Pearl Garden.

Some things are too ostentatious, and ostentatious means being targeted by the public. The TV station is full of human beings, and no one will commit such a foolishness.

Xing Ming himself drives a white BMW 320, and pays in installments, nothing else. First, he likes German cars, and second, he has a good face.

Seeing that the parking space was occupied, he had to back the car out of the parking lot and park it outside the park.

After tossing around for a while, I stepped into the large office area a little later than usual.Seeing that everyone in the group was packing up, Xing Ming frowned and asked them what's wrong.

Ruan Ning came to say that they had to move from the news center early in the morning, and the office area on this floor was all owned by the new anchor.

"New anchor? Who?" Xing Ming already had a name in his mind.

"Luo You, he's in the director's office right now, and if Lao Chen asked you to come, come with him."