Meng Lang helped Xiaoyu close the car door and was about to open the passenger seat and get in.

"Buzz~"

Watching the idol fan go away, Meng Lang's hand stretched out to pull the car door froze in mid-air.

rash:"……"

He looked up at the sky and confirmed one thing.

Xiaoyu...can really read micro-expressions...

"Alas!" Meng Lang patted his forehead.

Obviously, my weird emotional wave line has gone from crest to trough again...

[My love is too stupid and too naive...]

At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

At first glance, it turned out to be that guy Duan Xian.

"Hey! Do you still have the nerve to call?"

"I was just afraid of disturbing you, so I came to ask about the situation now! What's the matter? Could it be that that trick didn't work well and you couldn't handle her?"

"Get some wool! Is this a bad idea you gave Duan Xiaoyi?"

"Well... although the idea was not mine, I think even if it doesn't work, it won't be counterproductive, right?"

"Whether it's the effect or the counter-effect, that's not the result I want!

I said, each of you, could you please stop giving me a ‘backstab’ under the guise of ‘assist’!

Can you just let me charge into battle quietly and contribute my own strength to world peace?"

"What you're saying is, even if you want to charge into battle, you must have loyal wingmen!"

"But your loyal wingman even got the wrong target, so you're just adding to the chaos!" Meng Lang looked helpless.

"Make a mistake?" Duan Xian on the opposite side was stunned for a moment.

It turns out that's the case, this is embarrassing...

"Ahem! I think that girl is pretty good too. If you make a mistake, you can always make it right!" Duan Xian said with a guilty conscience.

Is it wrong to make a mistake? You said it simply!

Do you know that every time I make a mistake I basically have to hook up with a brother?

The cost of making this mistake is too high for me to bear!

"Axian! In addition to living in front of us, we should also have poetry and distance..." Meng Lang said with vicissitudes of life.

Duan Xian couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this.

Whose eyes were almost red with envy of other people's "muddle-headedness" when they were in college, and now you're talking to me about poetry and distant places?

"Gas prices are very expensive, and poetry and travel to distant places are even more expensive! I advise you to be patient for now!"

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Lang looked at the bustling road with people coming and going, sighed, and then reached out to call a car.

"Who would choose poetry and distant places if they can live peacefully and contentedly..."

…

It's not far from where Meng Lang got on the bus.

Liu Tao was struggling to carry a heavy camera onto a commercial vehicle with "Su City Radio" printed on it.

An intern reporter on the side put the things in his hands on the car and quickly came to help.

Helping and complaining at the same time.

"Brother Liu, why did you say that Xiao Wu from our team was transferred away just as soon as he said he was going to be transferred?

There are obviously not enough manpower now, one person has to do the work of two people."

Liu Tao wiped his sweat and looked rather unhappy.

Why else? This is the leader beating himself up...

"The station's internal manpower is tight, we just need to get through this period.

Okay, stop complaining, I have to work overtime when I go home tonight and edit out today’s Canglang Cup film as soon as possible, the boss will need it tomorrow.”

"ah?"

Amid the wails of the intern reporters, Liu Tao got into the car.

But my mind has already wandered to the email I received yesterday.

When he just read the anonymous information, he was angry inside!

How could there be such a crazy company?

Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?

With the keen sense of a professional journalist, the chain of evidence in the data is extremely detailed, and the historical evidence is well-founded and logically clear.

He didn't know who sent this information and what its purpose was.

But he could almost tell that this matter was definitely not groundless.

If possible, he would like to fly to the scene to investigate and verify.

However, after calming down, he had to consider some more realistic issues.

This is indeed big news, but his background is so strong that a young reporter like me cannot shake it.

I am afraid that my manuscript will be rejected if it fails to pass the review.

Now that I am not welcome in Taiwan, if I get involved in this kind of thing again, my job may not be guaranteed.

It will definitely not work through normal exposure channels.

We still have to find another way...

Life may be indispensable for leisure, but it also needs poetry and distance...

…

1103.

"Ding Dong!"

"Kacha!" The door opened a small crack, and Xiaoyu poked out a little head from inside.

"Xiao Yu, I'm so hungry. What delicious food did you cook today?

Uh... Xiaoyu, what are you doing, let me in!"

"Ahem! Sorry uncle, my sister said that I have been eating too much recently and today is a weight loss day, so I only have this."

Xiaoyu handed out a piece of stir-fried broccoli.

There is also a bowl of white rice.

rash:"……"

“Haha! It’s true that Lawyer Lin is not fat, so why lose weight?

Then I'll go in and eat, and talk to your sister about something by the way." Meng Lang held the plate and was about to enter.

Unexpectedly, Xiaoyu blocked him again, he said helplessly.

"Ahem, the weather has been hot recently. My sister said that ladies wear cooler clothes at home and it is not convenient for men to enter."

Xiaoyu gave him a helpless look, then slammed the door.

"I……"

Meng Lang was dumbfounded.

The altitude of the wave trough this time seems to be lower than I thought...

Why, isn't it just that we couldn't watch the show together, so why are we so angry?

To put it lightly, I am working hard for you women’s freedom to shop.

To put it bluntly, I am protecting the future of chicken shit and unemployment in the world.

Can’t you understand the difficulties of men working hard outside?

After Meng Lang complained wildly for a while, he finally had no choice but to return to his room with a "miserable" dinner.

Looking at the pitiful white rice and fried broccoli on the table, Meng Lang smashed his mouth.

I want pork ribs and lotus root soup, and I also want golden egg fried rice...

Meng Lang took a bite of broccoli and looked bitter.

Tsk! Not even salt!
To be continued...