An Xiaobin and Tian Wenjian are completely two kinds of people, and this is not only manifested in the family world. Tian Wenjian, a "fake reporter" with no roots, is desperately studying and working hard. And An Xiaobin, the "uncrowned king" who is like a fake, is desperately playing and messing up. Since the day he reported to the branch office in Province J, Tian Wenjian had not seen him interview once. Like those national mouths of CCTV, his signed blueprint does not seem to have any other purpose other than enjoying first class when flying and free admission to scenic spots.

Tianda reporters are good things from God, go down to the ground to keep safe, and collect black money behind their backs; Ontario reporters don't do anything, neither do the icing on the cake for others, nor put cold arrows in the back, let alone look down on the 1280 yuan of carriage and horse fare. As for those who sponsor and promote the image of the company, Ontario reporters are not involved.

Tianda reporters use regular exercises such as running, sit-ups, and pull-ups to exercise their bodies; In contrast, Ontario reporters are at a higher level. In addition to the more frequent exercises in bed, most of the subjects are completed by massage and masseurs through foot washing, pinching, massage and cupping.

In addition, Ontario reporters also have a wide range of hobbies, in addition to liking the above subjects, they also like to travel. When you arrive in an unfamiliar city, the first thing you do is look through the local history. Then, accompanied by the female comrades of the propaganda department or the female comrades of the interviewed units, they worked tirelessly to appreciate the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.

In general, after removing the incident of "Li Dzhao's 70th Anniversary Song Party", he is still a good reporter recognized by local politics. At least compared to the tiresome reporter of Tian University, he is definitely a reporter who is harmless to mankind.

There are not many people in the entire J province who know An Xiaobin's true identity, and the beauty in Xiaoniao's arms is one of them.

When I fell asleep after the clouds and rain, I forgot to turn off the floor lamp, and the double-layered window frames cut off everything from the outside world. The orange light creates a soft world in this oversized bedroom. The large bronze bed is pliable and firm. Floor lamps, sofas, coffee tables, closets, coat mirrors, and all other interior furnishings are all based on the 19th-century British royal villas.

There is a palatial atmosphere everywhere, and even the air is filtered by a special ventilation fan. The two of them hugged each other on the big bed, and they both showed their pride and hideousness after indulgence in their sweet sleep.

He was so tired from her tossing that he snored like a locomotive climbing a hill with a trunk, alternating with "snort" and "humming", as if he was a little struggling and powerless.

The snoring suddenly stopped, as if the locomotive had suddenly stopped shutting down. It turned out that An Xiaobin was in a hurry, got up with a bone, rubbed his worried eyelids, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside and looked at it, it was just after eight o'clock.

"What are you doing?" The stunner, who had been banished from his arms, groaned dreamily, rolled over and fell asleep with his head in his hands.

"Xiao Ling, it's okay, I'll make it easier." An Xiaobin rolled over and got out of bed, put on his slippers and walked to the bathroom.

It was like a temporary infectious disease, and she also felt a little anxious, so she rolled over and got out of bed to go to the bathroom. The two of them came and went, and the orange light reflected two silhouettes with their own demeanor on the wall: An Xiaobin was slightly blessed, with an inconspicuous circle of fat bulging around his waist, and his sturdy figure was like a half-cut iron tower; And Xiao Ling, who has a long neck, thin waist and long hair and a shawl, is like a long gourd with streamers.

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Xiao Ling came out of the bathroom and went to bed after he suddenly fell asleep, and he was unusually energetic. If she was to be refreshed, then he wouldn't want to go to sleep alone.

She lay on his lower abdomen, and with a pair of jade fingers like bamboo shoots, she looked for a target from the black waves that had been crushed by the wheat field. This made his heart itch and shake very much, and the whole system was stirred up by her intimate condolences. He seemed to be a little tired of her entanglement, and said angrily: "What a wolf! The second has entered the palace, and he still looks like a hungry ghost, who was a nun in his last life? ”

She was already selfless, and it was natural for her to enjoy his body, so she rightly ridiculed each other: "You are eating from the pot, looking at the bowl, and I don't know how many fox spirits there are around you." I can't catch you for ten days and a half for a night, and I won't let you put your strength out? ”

Between the grinding of ears and temples, she couldn't wait for him to take the initiative, and suddenly turned over and sat on his abdomen. I saw that under the cover of fluffy hair, the pretty face was flushed, biting thin lips, her eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her fair and delicate skin was like snow, and the whole person was in extreme excitement.

"Come on! If others don't know, I don't know, I think it's that old guy, right? An Xiaobin responded to her teasing, and couldn't help but caress her soft and delicate **.

Just when Xiao Ling's pride burst out and began to chant softly, An Xiaobin's mobile phone next to his pillow suddenly rang. Although the ringtone is the main theme of a famous foreign song "Blue Danube", it still feels extremely harsh and a little creepy at this critical moment.

An Xiaobin stretched out his hand and was about to pick it up, but was kicked away by Xiao Ling, who was passionate and unrestrained on him.

"No...... Don't pick it up! Xiao Ling's beautiful face was already distorted, she opened her misty eyes, and while stroking and scratching in front of his chest, she said indignantly: "At this time, it must be an old lover...... Ignore her! ”

Who knew that the ringtone of the mobile phone did not hold its breath because Xiao Ling's love was surging and angry, but it couldn't stop ringing one after another. The shock wave of the sound pushed the fuselage like a black elf, shaking its head and tail on the white sheets in the corner of the bed, as if it portrayed a great ominous.

An Xiaobin suddenly understood like an empowerment: If there was no collapse, no one would call him at this time. Thinking of this, An Xiaobin stiffened a carp, lifted her off her body and put it aside, grabbed a bath towel to cover the mess under her lower abdomen.

“…… What the? How serious is it...... Got it...... "Thank God, didn't something happen to the old man, An Xiaobin covered Xiao Ling's mouth and asked very seriously: "Where is he now...... What the? Locked him in! They must be released immediately...... I don't care...... That's your problem, if something happens to my brother, I'm not done with you! I can't tell you on the phone, I'll go over now......"

"What's wrong?" As soon as An Xiaobin put down the phone, Xiao Ling pushed his big hand away and asked eagerly.

"A thing that doesn't have long eyes, he actually wanted to take advantage of the little Buddha, and was beaten up by Wen Jian." An Xiaobin hurriedly put on his clothes, and at the same time smiled gloatingly: "If it is nothing in the place, but Wen Jian is wearing that green skin now, this will be locked up." ”

Xiao Ling hugged the pillow and smiled: "This is the second time, right?" ”

"The third time!" After thinking about it, An Xiaobin confirmed: "It should be the third time!" ”

Xiao Ling wrapped himself in a bath towel and muttered jealously as he walked towards the bathroom: "Anzi, I found that you are better to Wen Jian than to me." ”

An Xiaobin fastened his trouser belt and said confidently: "He is a sibling, you are clothes, can this be compared?"

"An Xiaobin!" Xiao Ling was furious, grabbed the pillow and smashed it, gritting his teeth and shouting: "You have no conscience, can't you say something nice?" ”

"I'm not that old fellow, why should I tell you something nice?" An Xiaobin gave her a roll of his eyes, then his face turned straight, and he said with emotion: "Our nation is the most loveless nation, don't look at the world's largest population, but he has no love." Foreign countries can go to war because of love, can China do it? Wu Sangui is a man who fights for love, but he is also a Han annihilation. Speak from the heart...... I envy their pair of hard-working mandarin ducks. ”

"And what are we?" Xiao Ling in the bathroom put down the towel and couldn't help asking.

"Cheating!" An Xiaobin snorted coldly, rummaging for the car keys while lying on the messy bed, and said like a young lady: "Xiao Ling, I guess I won't be able to come back at night, you can take care of yourself, we will contact again when we have time." ”

Xiao Ling couldn't hold back any longer, rushed out of the bathroom and kicked An Xiaobin, and said angrily: "Wen Jian is also my friend, and I want to go too." ”

"It's up to you." An Xiaobin walked into the bathroom, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and said thoughtfully: "Xiao Ling, I still don't understand why you are tossing so much." Say that I have no conscience, and that old guy has no conscience, you should plan for yourself. ”

"What are you going to do?" Xiao Ling's nose was sour, and he asked faintly with tears in his eyes: "I plan to marry you, can you marry me?" ”

An Xiaobin was stunned, and at the graduation banquet two years ago, a classmate publicly betrayed his long-buried "secret love", Xiao Ling didn't seem to believe it, with a look of regret and emotion, and finally drank a glass of wine under the coaxing of his classmates. At that time, Xiao Ling wore braids, which looked particularly pure and delicate.

After a year or two, she became the host of the "Happy World" column of J Provincial TV Station, not only surrounded by a group of cadres at or above the department and bureau level, big bosses with assets of over 100 million, and famous artists, but also became a semi-public lover of Wang Taichang, who was more than half a hundred years old and older than her father, so that she was called "Empress Dowager Xiao" by the TV station.

A girl who grew up in the countryside can become a well-known TV column host who is loved by everyone in the provincial city, and she is surrounded by senior leaders all day long. Although he has heard many times that Vice Governor Lin and Director Wang are both Xiao Ling's clients in front of and behind the scenes, An Xiaobin fully understands this while regretting it.

Looking at Xiao Ling's sad look, An Xiaobin sighed lightly, grabbed her soft, white and delicate little hand, and said meaningfully: "I can't be Tian Wenjian, and you can't be Gu Xiaona, we are destined." ”

"Kidding you!" Xiao Ling wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and said with a forced smile: "I also envy them, let's go...... Look at Wen Jianjie's prisoners. ”

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