After lunch, Fan Jingjing continued her work and conducted a preliminary review of the manuscript sent by the reporter. After checking the camera's battery and performance, Datou was ready to leave for the afternoon interview.

Ivy wandered around the office and the computer room twice, and most of her colleagues went out for interviews, so she didn't have anything to do when she stayed in the station, so she just went back to catch up on sleep.

As soon as she walked to the door of the stage, Hu Ziyue held the microphone in her hand and walked towards Ivy with her head raised.

"Sister Ziyue, I'm going out for an interview. Ivy nodded humbly.

Hu Ziyue has always lacked kindness to her, and snorted coldly, "Thanks to you, I am now going to interview construction workers, traffic police, and sanitation workers in the 40-degree heat, and report that they stick to their posts in the scorching heat." ”

"Otherwise, I'll go with you and help you share the two interviews. ”

"You help me share the burden? If you don't harm me, I'll be Amitabha. You are lucky, Sister Bing has protected you twice and three times. If I were her, I would have kicked you out of the department a long time ago. But I warn you that good luck will run out one day, and being a journalist depends on strength. ”

Ivy knew that she had made a big mistake today, and she didn't dare to argue with her, so she froze in place and didn't know how to respond.

The sound of hurried high heels came from far and near, and the tip of the nose wafted with a sweet smell of perfume.

"Hu Ziyue, there are two typos in the manuscript you wrote today. I have to dub dozens of scripts every day, and I have to spend time to help you correct your mistakes, please pay attention to it in the future. ”

Wu Wanting walked with a catwalk, Tingting walked over in a curling manner, she was wearing a light green dress, and her beautiful figure was unobstructed.

In a two-on-one situation, Hu Ziyue wisely chose to turn around and leave. She pretended not to hear Wu Wanting's words, turned around gracefully, and got into the interview car parked at the door.

"You're stupid, you're bullied by her every time, you're clumsy, it's really embarrassing for me. Wu Wanting glanced at Ivy and said angrily.

Ivy smiled at her, held her arm affectionately, and boasted: "Anchor Wu, every time I see you, I feel shocked. ”

Wu Wanting, Aiwei's best friend, the two were college classmates, and after work, they both worked in TV stations, and their relationship was better than that of sisters.

Since the age of twelve, Wu Wanting has been the host of the children's channel and has long been well-known in Zhuhai and Macao. After graduating from university, she successfully became the anchor of the news channel, with more than one million followers on Weibo. Her face seems to have been born for the silver screen, only the size of a palm, her facial features are exquisite, and her skin can be broken by blowing. Even the makeup artists in the station often praise that it is a pleasure to put makeup on anchor Wu.

"Hey, what's your smell?"

Hey, hey, it's Wu Wanting's nickname for Ivy.

Ivy tilted her head, raised her arm and sniffed left and right, there was a sour smell of sweat on her body. Her clothes were originally worn yesterday, and on such a hot day, after tossing all morning, the clothes on her body were wet and dry, dry and wet, and there was a strange smell.

"It smells of sweat. Ivy muttered.

"I feel like you're a rotten cabbage. Wu Wanting put aside Aiwei's hand, took a step back, and looked at her with disgust.

"I'm a journalist, I have to crawl outside every day, how can I compare with you, sitting gorgeously in the studio, just moving my mouth. Ivy straightened her neck and argued.

Wu Wanting couldn't help but count again: "You deserve it!" When you first entered the stage, the director of the entertainment channel was optimistic about you, and asked you to be the host by name, and you dealt with celebrities and big names every day, who let you live or die. ”

"You don't understand, the entertainment industry is not my thing. Ivy pouted.

"Yes, I don't understand you anymore, look at your own dignity. Wu Wanting looked at Ai Wei with disgust, she was wearing a wide letter T-shirt, her hair was tied in a bun, there were scattered strands of hair on both sides of her ears, her faceless face was shiny, her cheeks were red, and she looked like she was flushed after being exposed to the sun.

Wu Wanting sighed, she is obviously an elegant woman who studies music, how can she become such a raunchy appearance after being a reporter for a year.

Ivy has a soft goose egg face, her skin is white and red, her facial features are very classical, her slender eyebrows are not thick or light, under the slender single eyelid, she has a pair of smart big eyes, her nose is small and delicate, her lips are pink, and her white and neat teeth will be revealed when she smiles.

When she was in college, boys called her "Cello Goddess". Ivy majored in cello, ranked first in the department in her major class, and was considered by her professors to be the most promising gifted student to enter the Curtis Institute of Music.

When she graduated, the head of the department learned that she was going to work as a reporter at the TV station, and the dignified and demure female professor in her fifties was so angry that she beat her chest like a village woman and almost cried. The feeling of regret is like spending four years of painstaking efforts to polish a dazzling diamond, only to be mixed into a glass ball and sold as checkers.

Wu Wanting sighed and pulled Ivy towards the parking lot.

"Taili helped me contact a clothing sponsor, accompanied me to CITIC Plaza to try on clothes, and by the way, bought you a few decent outfits. ”

Hmph, and wanted to ask me to be a coolie, but Ivy immediately refused: "No, I still have an interview in the afternoon, you can go by yourself." ”

Wu Wanting smiled slyly, "Impossible, I checked your schedule, you are off today, I originally planned to go to your house to find you, but I didn't expect us to be so fateful and meet at the gate of the stage." Let's go, Miss Reporter. ”

10,000 crows flew over Ivie's head, and she said with a dark face, "What I regret the most is to be a colleague with you." ”