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The two plants of Taiwan grass in Mingzhu Terrace fought, which is something that ordinary people like to see.There was a lot of movement, and colleagues who had been working overtime rushed out to watch the fun, like letting the wind go.

It's a pity that they didn't catch up, they didn't have time to hear the content of the dispute, but they all saw Xing Ming punching Luo You.

Luo You was born with a gold spoon in his mouth. The teacher in school held it, and the leader used to do it when he was working. He probably didn't expect that someone would dare to throw a fist at him. He hesitated for a while and didn't hide, so he was hit in the face by a punch.Xing Ming was taller than him, and this punch was rude, Luo You staggered back and fell into the elevator.

Xing Ming didn't like fighting, he turned his head and left. He didn't hate Luo You, and he didn't even hate Yu Zhongye.He disgusted himself.

He will have the wrong intentions and express the wrong feelings. This is a deal for me to sell you whoring, right.

"Hey, Xing Ming."

Before taking two steps, Xing Ming turned his head when he heard Luo You calling him behind him.

Luo You got out of the elevator door, took off the watch on his wrist, and smiled sweetly at Xing Ming.The corners of his mouth were torn and his cheeks were blue, but he still smiled nicely. He waved his hands in front of Xing Ming, and the Longines watch drew a golden arc and flew out of the window following his gesture.

The height of the [-]-story building, below is the artificial lake.

Xing Ming froze all of a sudden, this kind of stupor can be seen clearly by others, not only can see, but can also hear.It's like the bones in the whole body are frozen solid in an instant, but they shatter when touched.Crackling, a ruin.

"Boss, the live broadcast is about to start." Ruan Ning didn't dare to touch him, and only called out tremblingly. He was afraid that Xing Ming would risk his life with Luo You desperately, and he was also afraid that he would jump from the window on the twentieth floor Go down—looks like he really intends to.

Almost all the people around were waiting with the mentality of watching a good show. It was so rare and lively that such two characters who looked like the pride of heaven fought.

But Xing Ming didn't allow those people to fulfill their wishes, he just froze and didn't do anything again.

Until Luo You turned and left, he was still in place.He was stunned for half a minute as if his soul was out of his body, and then he came back to his senses, smiled slightly at the obviously frightened old pedant, and led him to take another elevator back to the studio hall.

Most worrying is the program.But today's "Oriental Vision" is even more surprising.Xing Ming's speech slowed down, his attitude was calm, and he rarely assumed the posture of a listener instead of a torturer in the program.The guests were relieved, and the mood of letting go of their defenses became deeper and deeper. Even the staff at the scene agreed that this was the most relaxed episode since the show started.

Sitting under the stage, Su Qinghua felt relieved that his apprentice had grown up, and was no longer that courageous but slightly pushy brat.

Xing Ming himself also felt that he performed well today, he completely forgot about Yu Zhongye and Xing Hong, leaving aside all those love affairs, right and wrong, he was shining brightly.

Just a few minutes before the end of the show, Xing Ming's face suddenly turned pale, and he gestured to the on-site director, which meant that the other party should switch the advertisement quickly.

The moment he raised his hand, the studio hall was eerily dark and eerily quiet.

He could see nothing and hear nothing.

Heart hurts.To use a metaphor, this kind of discomfort is like adding a handful of broken glass to the heart. They ran around and scratched the entire chest cavity.

Xing Ming covered his heart with one hand, supported the anchor platform with the other, tried his best to support himself not to fall, but knelt down uncontrollably, bit by bit.

There was a commotion in the auditorium. Fortunately, the director had switched the camera in time. After watching a few more commercials, the audience in front of the TV saw the end credits directly.The staff rushed to the stage to help him, but Xing Ming pushed him away.He struggled to touch the pills in his pocket, but before he could touch them, he completely lost consciousness.

In a place like Pearl Terrace, there must be rumors.One person chews the root of his tongue for 5 minutes, orally tells the story, and even the most secretive things have become a well-known joke.

When it reached Yu Zhongye's ears, those jokes were chopped off, leaving only the most sensational part.

When it comes to Xing Ming, he and Luo You fought over an old watch. Before the live broadcast ended, he suddenly fainted and fell to the ground. When he was sent to the ambulance, his heart stopped beating.

Another theory is Lin Siquan, who said that he directed and acted in his rescue that day, and there were some rumors scattered in the station, but fortunately, no one has the courage to spread it outside.

The calm and alert anchor Lin may be able to deceive everyone, but it is impossible to deceive Luo You.If you think about it, soldiers are cunning, two sides confront each other, one side suddenly gains power, and the other side has to find the other side's flaws even if they create something out of nothing.

What's more, he may not be able to hide it from Yu Zhongye.Ten years, too close and too familiar, with a little thought in every word and deed, and a hatchet.

Yu Zhongye knew who started the rumor, and old Chen Xing probably knew it too, but the two of them tacitly agreed and didn't tell the truth.

Luo You immediately came to admit his mistake, not for anything else, just for that Longines watch.He said that he thought it was Mr. Yu's watch, and his thoughts were very sincere, pure, and frank: Mr. Yu was the master he admired and the elder he longed for. Ge, it should be changed to another one. It wasn't until he was punched by the elevator entrance for no reason that he realized that it might be Xing Ming's thing.

Luo You didn't say a word about the huge turnaround in the online approval rating, and his face was filled with affection, not at all afraid that such inappropriate words would grind his teeth.

Because he was too sincere, pure and open, of course Yu Zhongye couldn't blame him.

He patted Luo You on the shoulder and promised that the station would definitely find out whether that issue of "News China" was really a rescue.

Almost at the same time, after two days of rescue, Xing Ming was finally out of danger, and was transferred from the intensive care unit of Puren Hospital to the special-needs ward for senior officials.

After nine o'clock in the evening, there was wind and no clouds, and the sky was like a lead plate.The black Bentley galloped all the way to Puren Hospital.

"It's my fault for being too talkative." Along the way, Lao Lin was self-criticizing, "You drank too much with the leaders that night. I originally wanted the anchorman to come over and take a look, but he didn't answer the phone. It was Young Master Luo who sent you back. I might have mentioned it when I was collecting his watch before, but I didn’t expect him to really dare to take off your wrist.”

"Forget it." Yu Zhongye's expression was very calm, but he didn't seem to mind, "They are all children, and it is inevitable to be competitive."

"I was really scared that night. I thought that old problem in your stomach was going on again."

"Still getting old." Yu Zhongye shook his head slightly, "It's also strange, if you drink with someone you like, you won't get drunk after a thousand cups, but if you drink with someone you don't like, you can pour down just one glass."

China's wine culture emphasizes "persuading you to drink more wine." One cup is shallow, two cups are light, and they are all drunk under the table, so they are considered close friends.Yu Zhongye's series of reforms to Mingzhu TV offended the local radio and television, and he came to plead guilty, so how could he put on a show and not do it to death.

"It's been a while since you gave up drinking. The last time was with the anchor and Mr. Su, and the next time..." Lao Lin paused, recalled, and continued, "That was several years ago."

"Many literati are addicted to alcohol. As long as things are done."

"Those things outside are easy to handle, what's going on in the station lately?"

"Let Lao Chen do it, he is very handy for such things." The city is full of spring, Bentley drives past rows of sycamore trees, street lights and tree forks intertwine, Yu Zhongye's face flickers in light and shadow, "It doesn't matter Whoever it is, occasional mistakes can be forgiven, but man-made accidents are never allowed."

"But anchor Lin will definitely come to beg me, Uncle Yu, what should I say then?"

"You tell him that Zhuang Lei will still be taken care of by me if she resigns voluntarily. As long as she is willing, there will always be her place in Pearl Tower. If he insists on breaking things up, neither of them will be able to stay."

Playing tricks in front of hundreds of millions of viewers, but fortunately no major accidents were caused. He heard that Director Yu was really angry this time, and Lao Lin didn't dare to speak for Lin Siquan any more. character, he would actually take the risk and do this kind of thing."

"Xiao Lin doesn't have the guts, he wasn't the one who came up with the idea." Yu Zhongye closed his eyes, as if he had lost his temper, only to hear him scold softly, little bastard.

I don't know who is scolding.

The Bentley parked in the underground garage, and the elevator went straight to the special-needs ward for high-ranking officials.

The hardware is one-of-a-kind, and the software is also readily available. Inside and out, it is not inferior to a star-rated hotel. If it weren't for the words of the director of Mingzhutai, grassroots people like Xing Ming would not be able to live in such a place.

Yu Zhongye pushed open the door, Xing Ming was lying on the hospital bed, the ventilator had just been withdrawn not long ago, his face was pale and calm, and he was sleeping peacefully.

Yu Zhongye approached Xing Ming, sat by his bed, lowered his eyes and looked at him.For some reason, the man who looked extremely tired finally got on the pillow, making it extremely unbearable to wake him up.

Little bunny.

Yu Zhongye reached out to stroke Xing Ming's hair, but he didn't expect that the person on the bed was a light sleeper, so he woke up with such a light touch.