章)If this love is destined to be doomed, why did I meet you again, in my most beautiful years, and share youth——by Yan Xiaoxu
In the quiet room, the faint fragrance of the womans fresh shampoo permeated the air, as if weaving a soft net, trapping all the scenery in the room in the center of the net.
Of course, this also includes the man who seemed to be sleeping soundly on the bed.
The sun shines its light, like a golden thread penetrating a corner of the curtain, instantly adding a ray of light to the dim room.
The man on the bed frowned slightly. The severe headache after drinking made him subconsciously dare not raise his head sharply, but just slightly open his eyes.
The scene in front of him was as unreal as falling into a dream.
The sun cast its light into the room, like a searchlight, just hitting the person in front of the bed.
The person in front of the bed had his back to him and was putting on a bra neatly. He only saw the black belt, like a climbing vine, wrapped around the delicate figure. The black hair was not too long, but it hung straight on the shoulders.
Then, he picked up the white shirt and put it on. When he swung his hair, the bright sunlight that just shone in shone on his right shoulder.
His snow-white skin was almost transparent, but the scar on his right shoulder was like an ink stain on a snow-white paper, destroying the beauty of the paper.
His head seemed to hurt more and more, and he couldnt even open his eyes. He closed his eyes and opened them again. There was only silence in the room.
Everything just now seemed like dust floating in the air, and he couldnt see it anywhere.
He thought, he must have drunk too much, how could he have such a dream?
So, he closed his eyes again and fell asleep...
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In the afternoon when the autumn was getting stronger, the streets were a little deserted, and the white sun seemed a little weak. Everything was so tired and lazy.
Suddenly, a car rushed from a distance, like a white lightning, instantly breaking the tranquility.
The fallen leaves on the side of the street also swirled as the car slid past, fluttering for a while, and then falling again.
Inside the car, the urgent ringing sounded again and again, and after a long time, the phone was picked up by the owner.
"Hello?" A mellow and flexible voice sounded from the car. The face wearing sunglasses did not show any changes at all. Just looking at the part under the sunglasses, you can tell that this man is so handsome.
"Mr. Jiang, it has been handled. The other party promised to withdraw immediately..."
"Well..." The voice was light and light, without any emotion, and then he put away the phone and continued to gallop wildly in the city at a speed of 100 yards.
The white RossionQ1 disappeared in the silent street.
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As a journalist, one must not only have a strong sense of professionalism and mission, strong social activities, and extensive knowledge, but also journalistic ethics and strong emergency response capabilities (although Yan Xiaoxu has never known where to show this last one...)
As an entertainment reporter, in addition to the above, one must also have enough gossip spirit, be naturally interested in entertainment, have good physical strength and mentality, and... be patient and have professional ethics.
This is a heartfelt statement from Chen Mengsheng, an old reporter of "New Weekly", to Yan Xiaoxu, a young junior sister who had just entered the industry.
Yan Xiaoxu remembered very clearly that at that time, Comrade Chen pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at her from head to toe, and then made a seemingly affirmative voice: "For our line of work, you cant be too tall, too tall Its not easy to track the target..."
Yan Xiaoxu listened and suddenly became three points shorter.
Although, she is indeed not very tall.