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Chapter 307 Gentle, don't be angry with me
"Shut up!" Zhao Huaian roared angrily, pushing her away forcefully.

Wen Mian felt his head hit a pillar beside him, and some warm liquid trickled down from his forehead.

On the side, Zhao Huai'an's voice was harsh, and she said, "Wen Mian, didn't your dean remind you? Tell you not to investigate further, why didn't you listen, why did you insist on going your own way? I originally... I didn't want to make things so ugly at first, it's all you, all you, and it's your own fault."

Wen Mian's heart skipped a beat, and a feeling of uneasiness spread.

She was stunned, and her voice was austere: "How did you know that I told the dean to continue the investigation?"

"Up to now, I'm not afraid to tell you. Zhao Huaian sneered: "I know that?Of course it was your beloved dean, Fu Qiao, who told me personally. "

Wen Mian froze, and suddenly forgot to resist.

It turns out that the reality is even more unbearable
At night, Zheng Qingqing received a call from Wang Song, the editor-in-chief of Wenlin Morning News. Wang Song said, "Qingqing, if you still don't come back, I might have to find someone to replace you for the job at the magazine."

At that time, she was standing by the window sill, and a nerve that had always been sluggish was suddenly pulled very hard.

Yes, she hasn't been to work for a long time.It's been so long that she almost forgot that she used to be a reporter.

Zheng slightly pursed his lips, his tone hesitant: "Editor Wang, can you give me some more time?"

She didn't have time to hear Wang Song's answer, because Lu Xicheng had already taken the phone away from her ear.

He stood behind her, clasping her waist with one hand. It was obviously a gentle gesture, but he made it feel unbearable.

Zheng raised his head slightly, looked at him in surprise, and silently said "Give it to me" with his lips.

There was a faint smile between Lu Xicheng's brows and eyes. Instead of giving it to her, he said in a calm tone: "In that case, then she won't go. Wang Song, you can find another person who is qualified for this position." People are fine."

Zheng Qingqing's expression can only be described as dumbfounded.

She watched Lu Xicheng hang up the phone, and finally said, "Xicheng, I never thought about resigning."

"I know," he said here, and his tone became softer: "Gently, I think, I want you to resign."

Zheng frowned slightly: "Why?"

"The work of the social news department is too dangerous." He stroked her hair, his eyes showed a little anxiety: "I will be afraid, what should I do if something happens to you?"

Zheng Weiwei looked at him speechlessly. For a long time, she couldn't think of a reason to refute.

She pursed her lips, avoided his hand, and left without saying a word.

Lu Xicheng looked at her back, his eyes darkened slightly.

The next moment, he walked towards her quickly and grabbed her wrist.

Zheng Qingwei was forced to face him.

The expression on his face was very light, warm and elegant, with deep ink on the eyebrows and eyes, on the jade-white skin, it was indescribably seductive.

"Gently," his fingers caressed the end of her eyebrows, drawing the shape little by little: "Gently, don't be angry with me."

Zheng sighed softly, not sure if it was because of him or because of himself.

She looked directly into his dark eyes, feeling a little angry in her heart, which made her words a bit serious.

She said word by word: "Xicheng, shouldn't I be angry?"

(End of this chapter)