At the entrance of the Tianjing Hotel, a little paparazzi followed the master with photographic equipment, looking around from time to time. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info suddenly exclaimed, and patted the master's back blankly, "Master, there is a helicopter!"

The master heard the voice, but he was checking his documents, where he had time to see what helicopter, and where he landed the plane.

The little paparazzi just watched the plane fly by, and he didn't dare to take pictures, after all, the camera or something, he only had the qualification to take it carefully, not the qualification to shoot.

It's the back "click" and it's constantly patting. It didn't stop until the helicopter flew overhead and there was no sound.

The little paparazzi couldn't help but look back and ask, "Why are you filming this?"

The one in the back is Zheng Jian, a gold medal reporter from a first-line newspaper, who is famous for his famous sense of smell, and legend has it that the photos he subconsciously took several times are all great news.

So much so that the reporters queuing up behind saw Zheng Jian taking pictures of the helicopter, but he didn't react, and he regretted that his intestines were blue. Wan has always been an important person on the plane! Isn't it exclusive to Zheng Jian again!

Zheng Jian also had a good temper, and while checking the photo in his hand, he replied to the little paparazzi, "I just haven't seen a helicopter, it's rare." "The truth he didn't tell is that he has never seen a helicopter fly to the city, and it happens to be in the Tianjing Hotel, which is rare.

The little paparazzi obviously didn't figure out his words, and pursed his lips disdainfully, thinking that he didn't know anything, after all, he didn't recognize that this was Zheng Jian.

"Keep up. "The master of the little paparazzi has already checked the documents, passed the previous inspection, and found that the little apprentice did not keep up, urging.

The little paparazzi could only leave the muttering in his heart and trot to keep up with the master in front.

Zheng Jian passed much faster, and the inspection staff recognized that this was Zheng Jian, who often came, and let him pass after a casual look. Although the people in the back saw the release of water, they didn't say anything, who made the family a well-known reporter.

The little paparazzi is even more blocked, when his master just checked, it took so long, and this uninformed but so-so inspection, this staff must have accepted a bribe.

"What do you see? The little paparazzi master frowned and looked at the little paparazzi staring at one place with unkind eyes. I couldn't help but look at it too.

"I'll just look at a hillbilly. The little paparazzi muttered.

"Are you saying Zheng Jian is a hillbilly?" The little paparazzi master was sweating all over, what did this little apprentice want to do?

The little paparazzi didn't know what the master thought, and continued to mumble, "Master, you know that hillbilly, just now he said that he had never seen a helicopter, and he kept patting in the back, and the staff member who checked must have accepted a bribe from him." Passed so fast. ”

"You mean, he just photographed the helicopter?" The master's face visibly turned bloody, and he turned pale and miserable.

"Yes, master, I still called you, but you ignored me. The little paparazzi was a little aggrieved, just called the master to see the helicopter, he ignored it, and as soon as he said that the hillbilly took a picture of the plane, the master was shocked by this,

The master slapped his thigh and regretted it, "Oh! Why didn't you take a picture just now! This must be Zheng Jian's exclusive again!"

"What exclusive, who is that person. "The little paparazzi are in the circle, and I don't understand what the master is talking about at all.

The master ignored him, and walked in front of him with a chattering spirit, muttering in his mouth, next time the apprentice shouted himself, he must watch it, don't ignore it.

rushed to the eighth floor and checked the documents again, and the master of the little paparazzi began to look around, hoping to be one step ahead and find the news. It's a pity that no matter how you look at it, it's all a press conference hall with only journalists, and there are no valuable people and information.

The valuable person he thought of was hurrying through the back door to the box.

As soon as he pushed open the door of the box, Zhou Jingcheng looked out of breath, stopped in an instant, returned to his usual elite appearance, settled down again, and then began to step into the box.

There were only Lan Ya, Hou Qian and Wang Li in the box. They were chatting softly, laughing like silver bells from time to time. When they heard the door open, they all stopped and looked over. The three shouted at the same time,

"Brother Zhou. ”

"Kyungsei. ”

"Mr. Zhou. ”

Zhou Jingcheng didn't hear what the three of them said clearly, his eyes were already glued to Lan Ya's body, he only knew that she was wearing a sky blue deep V-neck dress today, showing her perfect figure at a glance, but this is City B in December, the weather is very cold, even if the heating is turned on in the hotel, it will not help, so at this time she is equipped with a small white shoulder. The cold little face was set off by the white shoulders, and it looked extremely delicate.

"Ahem, Kyungsei. Two blushes floated on Lan Ya's face, and she shouted again embarrassedly. This Jing Cheng still insisted on letting himself be called this before he left last night, but now in such an atmosphere, it seems even more ambiguous. Some of them can't shout anymore.

This next week, Jing Cheng came back to his senses and changed the topic awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I'm late." "He didn't say the reason for the traffic jam, it's too late. Nothing to explain.

The three people present all knew that Zhou Jingcheng only found out today, and what happened was an accident, and they were helpless, who let them unite.

"We didn't tell you about it, it's already very tired that you can arrive so quickly, sit down and rest for a while, Xiaoli, pour a glass of water for Mr. Zhou." Hou Qian generously beckoned Zhou Jingcheng to sit down.

Zhou Jingcheng did not refuse the request to pour water, but he was not very satisfied with Mr. Zhou's title, "Sister Qian, this is dissatisfied with me, Mr. Zhou is too rusty." ”

Hou Qian couldn't help but joke, her eyes glancing at Lan Ya, who was flushed all over the sky, "Jing Cheng is too familiar,"

Zhou Jingcheng lifted a stone and hit himself in the foot, embarrassed, "Sister Qian just calls me Xiao Cheng." ”

Hou Qian immediately refused, "That's not good, you are my boss, how can you call it that, I will also call it Brother Zhou." ”

The two were at a stalemate, each with their own name, and finally Lan Ya spoke, "Sister Qian, you are a senior, so let's call Xiao Cheng." ”

Zhou Jingcheng hurriedly echoed Lan Ya's words.

Hou Qian couldn't help laughing, "The woman sings with her husband." Yes, I'll hold it up and call you Xiaocheng. Take care of me in the future. ”

The woman sang with her husband, Lan Ya blushed even more, and blamed herself for not wanting to pay attention to Hou Qian, while Zhou Jingcheng felt Zhao Yixuan's shameless appearance and sense of honor for the first time.

It turns out that being said by others to be a woman singing with a husband is such a wonderful feeling. That's nice.

Lan Ya looked at Zhou Jingcheng's stupid appearance, and couldn't help pinching a piece of tender meat around his waist. He grinned in pain, but his heart was sweet.