When Zhuang lightly felt the XX court, the entrance of the huge courthouse was still quiet, and there were no reporters surging with people, you must know that the weight of that star is not light.

There were only a few cars that didn't look expensive, and Zhuang frowned slightly, could it be that he had the wrong person? Or was the court here over?

"I'm sorry, big brother photographer, I think we came to the wrong place. Zhuang said lightly and weakly.

"It's a mistake, what stupid are you talking about? People shouldn't have come out yet!" The photographer's face was full of joy: "This time, we were the first and only one to catch the news! I finally raised my eyebrows!"

After finishing speaking, the photographer walked to the door of the court with the camera, making Zhuang Qing confused.

However, not long after that, the door of the courthouse suddenly opened, and seven or eight people walked out of it, and in front of them were several people wearing sunglasses and black suits, who looked like bodyguards. And in the middle, with a pair of colored sunglasses, he lowered his head and walked quickly to the car with long legs. Isn't the popular Cui Yuyuan or who?

"Hurry, hurry, Zhuang lightly!" the photographer brother pushed Zhuang lightly on the side.

"Ahh

"I'm sorry! Mr. Cui doesn't accept any interviews now!" The bodyguard next to him waved his hand, and the weak Zhuang was suddenly pushed several meters away.

However, as a professional reporter, Zhuang Qingqing immediately stepped forward and continued to ask: "Mr. Cui Yuyuan, you said that it was a trap carefully arranged by Miss Ding, so how did you arrange it? How did you fall into her trap?"

"Let's go, let's go!" The bodyguard continued to push Zhuang lightly with his hand, and Cui Yuyuan on the side had already gotten into his car without saying a word.

"Mr. Cui?"

"Okay, little girl, let's go!" the bodyguard frowned, and was very polite to Zhuang Qing.

Suddenly, Cui Yuyuan's car window glass was pulled down, and then he took off the sunglasses on his face, and suddenly a sunny and young face was revealed in front of Zhuang Qingqing. Thin eyebrows and big eyes, firm nose bridge, ruddy lips like a woman, perfect knife-like chin, natural slightly upturned corners of the mouth, looks sunny and upright, but it is completely inconsistent with the current expression.

"Which newspaper are you?" Cui Yuyuan asked lightly.

"Me?"

"I remember that today's news is blocked, and the smoke screen has been fired, who told you that?" Cui Yuyuan looked like a sunny boy, but there was a sharp look in his eyes.

Zhuang Qingqing's head flashed in an instant, but he shook his head, people kindly told him the news, he couldn't sell it!

"Good. Take her camera down, and she'll say it. Cui Yuyuan's eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty.

The bodyguard instantly rushed to the side of the photographer, and then began to scramble for his camera, and Zhuang's light recorder was easily held by the bodyguard.

"Give me back my things, you have no right to take our things, freedom of speech!" Zhuang shouted lightly as he tried to snatch it back.

"Hmph, free speech, if you tell who said that, I can give you back the camera. Cui Yuyuan's ruthlessness seemed to disappear, and he smiled slightly, a sunny little fresh meat.

"It's me!" Suddenly a man's voice rang out, everyone stopped what they were doing, and the bodyguards all looked back at Cui Yuyuan, and then hesitated.

Zhuang gently and hurriedly turned his head, sure enough, it was Huo Ting, with his hands behind his back, standing in an old-fashioned upright posture, but his eyes swept coldly over those bodyguards, and then landed on Zhuang Qingqing, looking up and down, as if to see if she was injured.

Then slowly turned into the car. stared straight at Cui Yuyuan's face.

"My big brother Huo Ting, it's not a good thing, I'm hiding a lot, why are you telling the media?" Cui Yuyuan saw that it was Huo Ting, and suddenly the arrogance just now was gone, and it softened a lot, although he sounded like he was blaming Huo Ting, but his tone did not mean to blame.

"Since you are innocent, why are you afraid of the media report?" Huo Ting said, then stepped forward and snatched the voice recorder from Cui Yuyuan's hand, and then put it in Zhuang Qing's hand.

"The media like to scribble, and more is better than less. Cui Yuyuan looked at Huo Ting and said, looking helpless.

"Aren't you afraid of the media, you can go!" Huo Ting said coldly, and then glanced at the bodyguard with his eyes. Immediately, the bodyguard got into the car as fast as he could, and then drove away.

"Hey, I haven't interviewed yet!" Zhuang ran lightly for two steps to the car, and finally gave up.

"Forget it, I've already filmed some of them before, and I can still make a fuss and publish an issue, such as designing a suspense, saying that he may lose the lawsuit, etc......."

"Do you still have a moral heart?" Huo Ting suddenly walked over and said loudly.

"Who are you?" The eldest brother looked back at Huo Ting's body, which was a head taller than himself, swallowed his saliva and asked, the fool could see that Cui Yuyuan respected him for three points.

"I support your spirit of working hard for the news, but I don't approve of you making things up and hurting innocent people if you don't get the news. You really let me down!" Huo Ting didn't look at the big brother photographer, but stared at Zhuang Qing's face, and after finishing speaking, he turned around and left.

Looking at his back far away, Zhuang was slightly confused, which one is this?

"What kind of great person? What kind of moral mind? Others don't lie to you, but they lie to you, Cui Yuyuan? It's not a fly that doesn't bite a seamless egg!" The photographer snorted like a mosquito.

Zhuang gently glanced back at the photography brother who had half disappeared in anger, it turned out that the photography brother who usually bothered to himself would also be afraid of softness and hardness?

"By the way, Brother Photography, you are like a god! How do you know that they are here? I look at those cars are not very expensive?" Zhuang gently quickly diverted the attention of Brother Photography.

"Luxury cars are driving on the road, and there are more people watching. Everyone will care, but few people will pay attention to license plates! Look at those license plates, if you can afford to pay for them, you may not be able to get them! Even if you are not Cui Yuyuan, you may be a big person!" Speaking of this, the big brother of photography is a little arrogant.

"Wow, you're so smart, I didn't think of it?" said Zhuang with a deliberate sigh of admiration.

"I'll understand it slowly in the future!" The big brother of photography looked arrogant, completely forgetting the fact that Zhuang Qingqing was the deputy editor-in-chief of this matter.

Zhuang didn't care about it, she cared more about the guy called Huo Ting, who was upright and spoke with a strong sense of morality, and had such a good relationship with the big star Cui Yuyuan?

His identity is also too strange, which arouses Zhuang Qingqing's great curiosity, and he is also surnamed Huo, are the men surnamed Huo so domineering and self-righteous?

As night falls, there is a layer of fog on the windows, suggesting that the outside has cooled down.

The sound of crackling typing was still ringing in the room.

Zhuang yawned lightly, then rubbed his eyes, continued to look at the computer screen in front of him with wide eyes, and then drew a sentence firmly!

It's finally done! The deputy editor-in-chief is not so easy to be. Although they did not interview Cui Yuyuan for substantial results, they took unique photos and some questions for the first time in the industry.

So Zhuang gently decided to write this manuscript by himself, firstly, to prove his firm position as deputy editor-in-chief, and secondly, he also subconsciously wanted to make the rhetoric more tactful, with less speculation and nonsense, so that it could be regarded as repaying Huo Ting for his news.

It's been changed so much that it's already midnight.

Zhuang gently hurriedly packed up the computer, and then left the company, ready to go home.

As soon as I got out of the office building, I saw a familiar car parked at the door. Seeing himself slowly approaching, the car door suddenly opened, Huo Lingfeng got out of the car, and then said with a smile: "Is the editor-in-chief off work? ”

"Why are you here?" Zhuang asked with a slight shudder.

"Let's talk about getting in the car. Huo Lingfeng stuffed Zhuang lightly and his computer into the car, and then started the car as fast as he could.

"The coffee on the right is for you. Huo Lingfeng looked at Zhuang and said softly, and then saw Zhuang's slightly trembling body, and while driving, he stretched out his hand and held her hand tightly.

The temperature of the palm of his hand and the slightly hot coffee made Zhuang lightly warm up a lot, and then exhaled: "You haven't said it yet, why are you here?"

"Waiting for you to get off work. Huo Lingfeng said as calmly as if he was drinking water.

"Then you won't call me?" Zhuang gently took out his mobile phone, flipped through it, and saw more than a dozen missed calls on it, all of which were made by Huo Lingfeng, and suddenly felt like he had slapped himself in the face.

She forgot that in order to write a better article, she put her phone on silent after work.

"I went to your house, but you weren't there, and I didn't answer your phone, so I went straight here. Huo Lingfeng still said lightly.

"But ......" Zhuang Qing still felt strange, even if he didn't answer the phone and there was no one at home, how could he know that he must be in the company? However, Huo Lingfeng didn't seem to intend to let himself ask, and directly interrupted her.

"Hungry, aren't you? I'll take you to a good place. ”

Zhuang looked at him gently and curiously, wouldn't it be a special restaurant where birds don't poop?

When the car arrived, Zhuang was dumbfounded, the feature is special, but it is not the same as the imagined one wearing a dress, but a special midnight hot pot restaurant?