The recording of the program in City A was completed, Ni Huan also went back with Fang Sisi and them, and before leaving, Secretary Zhang gave her a few bags of local products here, she pushed it twice, but she couldn't resist the enthusiasm and had to accept it.

On the road, Sisi looked at her and stopped talking, Ni Huan was a little uncomfortable stared at by her, and asked, "Sisi, do you want to tell me something?"

"Ni Huan," she glanced at her, a little uncomfortable, "I think Secretary Zhang is very good to you, are you in a relationship with him boyfriend and girlfriend, don't get me wrong, I'm just curious." ”

"No, how could it be, he has a girlfriend. Ni Huan shook his hand, remembered the picture of Secretary Zhang and Gu Ze together, and shook his head, what is it.

"Isn't it," her expression was a little disappointed, "Then you have a good relationship with Mr. Gu?" she raised her eyes to look at her, her eyes wandered, and seeing that she didn't make a sound, she chuckled to hide the embarrassment at this time.

Of course, Ni Huan knew why she asked this question, not to find out about the enemy's situation, and then smiled: "Sisi, you may have misunderstood something, it may be that I helped Secretary Zhang a little favor before, out of gratitude for treating me a little better, as for Mr. Gu, he is a high-ranking person, I am a little assistant, and there is no chance of intersection in life." ”

As soon as she thought of the open and secret battle between Xia Yi and Fang Sisi, she felt frightened and immediately cleared up the relationship.

After hearing the answer, Fang Sisi's face did not become much better, but stared at Ni Huan, as if doubting the authenticity of her words. This conversation was the first and last topic they went back to talk about.

Back in the rental house in the basement, Ni Huan lay on the bed, sniffed with her nose, smelled something strange, she lay on the window, her body kept stretching out, a stimulating smell came to her face, she immediately retracted her head and covered her nose.

"It stinks, what is this landlord doing, burning garbage?" she was afraid of his nervousness, and did not have the courage to reason with him, so she had to pick up a bamboo pole and hit the roof a few times.

After Gu Ze came back from recording the perfect food show, he started to tinker with his cooking skills again when he had nothing to do, and asked Secretary Zhang to buy himself a few fresh vegetables, no meat, because he was disgusted by Ni Huan's meatballs last time, and decided to go vegetarian these days.

Secretary Zhang has a three-point enthusiasm for his boss, and he has long been used to it, not to mention cooking, he has been going back and forth several times. Which one persevered to the end.

In the past few days of Fang Sisi's vacation, she has also been much more leisurely, cleaning up her kennel well, cleaning the wall, and putting the paw prints on it, always feeling panicked.

She made a hat out of newspaper, picked up a few stones from the outside and put them under her feet, and the big brush in her hand was bought yesterday at a discount store, and it was quite easy to use.

After a busy morning, she finally got done, and she pinched her waist and looked at the results at this time. Suddenly, there was a shock overhead, dust fluttered down from the roof, and the hair she had just washed last night was all dusty, and the cleaning was in vain.

Above her head, Gu Ze stayed in his studio and carefully opened the lid of the popcorn machine, but he forgot to turn off the switch, and the popcorn thunderbolt jumped out of the machine and jumped around.

He frantically closed the lid, and the room was in a mess, with scattered popcorn everywhere.

Ni Huan in the basement cleaned the room again angrily, and then sealed the top of her head with a sticker, she didn't believe what else he could toss into.

At noon, she took out a box of instant noodles from the box, and she didn't know when she put it away, but after looking at the date, there were still two days left, and she could eat it.

After boiling water, the instant noodles were put in the pot, it was so fragrant, she sat on a small stool facing the window, holding a bowl, her face was full of contentment and happiness, the seafood noodles were also seafood, and when she was lucky, she could scoop up a small shrimp shell.

Gu Ze was busy frying popcorn in the morning, took a sip of water and swallowed the stomach medicine, leaned against the window, and held a plate in his hand, which was the popcorn he had just made, take a sip, take a sip of coffee, it was too dry, I didn't like it.

When Ni Huan was sorting out the suitcase, he saw the book "The Reporter's Homecoming", took a look, pressed it to the bottom of the box, and when he folded his clothes, he thought about it and pulled it back.

This is a book she bought a long time ago, but she has been very busy during her internship and has no time to read it, but now she has time, but she doesn't want to read it. Thinking that it was okay, he sat at the head of the bed and turned the page.

She hasn't figured out what she's doing, and she doesn't know what she wants to do, the profession of a journalist was set for herself from the beginning, so she thought about it, what is she suitable for, is she still a journalist?

The security system of this wealthy community is very good in all aspects, but there are also some fish that slip through the net, such as some journalists who are for the sake of performance.

Fang Ziyi heard that Fang Sisi lived in this community, and also found out that the president of ZY Group also bought a villa here a few years ago, is it a coincidence or something else.

After a month of competition, he was fortunate to stay, and now it is a personal battle, so today's task is also for him to come alone.

Ni Huan felt that the room was very stuffy, and she usually opened the window, and she installed mosquito screen on the window. Ever since she read the first page of that book, she couldn't stop, and she was fascinated and delved into it.

There was an energy-saving lamp lit in the room, and the light was very weak, so she stood under the light.

Fang Ziyi took a telescope and scanned the windows of this area, and sure enough, he saw Gu Ze in a blink of an eye, but what was he doing, his face was hideous. His telescope was lowered at an angle, and there was a light in one place, faintly like a firefly, weak. He turned up his focus and looked towards the glimmer of light.

A woman with a disheveled hair sits in front of the window, faceless!

He was so frightened that he almost threw away the telescope in his hand, it couldn't be that, he immediately took out the camera from his backpack and looked at it boldly, "Scary, it turned out to be a woman, Gu Ze won't really take care of his mistress, but how to let that woman live in the basement, the room looks very simple." ”

The focus continued to zoom in, and this time he saw the person's face clearly, and said in surprise: "Huanhuan?"

During the day, her hair was stuck with dust and had to wash her hair, she used to like to grow her hair long and thought it was temperamental, but now she was a little annoying, it was too difficult to dry, and she wiped it with a towel a few times, and put it at the window to be blown by the wind. The most regrettable thing is that I was in a hurry to move and forgot to take the hair dryer away, which is a pity.

After Ni Huan moved, Fang Ziyi kept asking her where she had moved, but she never answered, just said that the place where she lives now is not bad, and if the basement is good, then the place where she lived before is not a luxury area.

But how did she live in Gu Ze's house, could it be that Gu Ze threatened her, just to punish her for not abiding by the treaty and performing her duties, and using her identity to secretly photograph Bai Xi and imprison her, otherwise how could she live in that place, he saw that some residents had dogs and cats under their basements, how could it be a place where people lived.

Fang Ziyi put away the camera and was about to go over to ask Ni Huan for clarification, but when he came out of the grass, he found that there was still a person hiding here, and the tools in his hand were much more complete than his, and he looked like an experienced paparazzi.

The direction of his candid shooting was just the opposite of his, and he kept his back to him, so when Fang Ziyi found him, he didn't notice it at all. Fang Ziyi took out the binoculars and looked in his direction, it was Fang Sisi's residence.

Wait, there's a strange man in her room besides her.

There are many mosquitoes at night, and the most indispensable thing in Ni Huan's basement is mosquito coils, but she ran out, wore slippers, and casually put on a coat and went to the supermarket in the community to buy a box.

On the way back, I saw a small sound of talking in the bushes, as if it was an argument and as if it was not. When I got closer, I found Fang Ziyi, what was he doing here?

"This is my territory, I found out first, this scoop is mine. ”

"What is yours is that I came before you. ”

Ni Huan looked at the direction of their quarrel, isn't that where Fang Sisi lives, she threw a stone at Fang Ziyi, Fang Ziyi turned around, and was in a very bad mood, but when she saw that it was Ni Huan, she immediately changed her expression, pushed away the person who was arguing with him, walked to her side, and said, "Ni Huan, it's really you." ”

"Are you here to secretly take pictures of Fang Sisi?" Ni Huan pulled Fang Ziyi aside and asked in a low voice.

"How do you know?" he said, surprised, still dumbfounded.

"Nonsense, there is only one big star in this community, Fang Sisi, and you are an entertainment reporter, do you know it. Ni Huan rolled his eyes at him.

"This means that you also know that Fang Sisi is in this community," Fang Ziyi looked at her, glanced at her secretly, and finally asked: "Then you can tell me why you are here, don't tell me that you went to another magazine, you are here because you know Fang Sisi is here, so come and squat to see if she has any exciting news." ”

"Of course not, I'm renting a house here, and Fang Sisi is my boss, and I'm now a little assistant to hers. Ni Huan replied fifteen-ten.

Fang Ziyi looked at her in disbelief, "You are not a reporter anymore, you are an artist assistant?"

"That's right. ”

"And what about the house you rent?" he saw, and said that it was just a kennel.