After countless unsuccessful phone calls, Xia Musheng hugged his head and let out a dull and painful hiss. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Since his mother passed away, Xia Musheng has never cried since he was a teenager, he would rather run and sweat to evaporate the sadness and helplessness in his heart, he almost forgot what it was like to cry.

But that woman, that woman...... Everything that woman has goes through over and over again in her mind, her hypocrisy, her tsundere......

She sits on the anchor desk seriously, and she neatly shirts and denim out on location; She happily shared the lettuce from Liuxi Village with him, and she went to pack the "12 o'clock" coffee cheesecake for him who was working late at night......

The back seemed to have the softness and warmth of her ironing, and she said I wouldn't go; He hooked her palm, and she was obviously a little resistant, but when he was nervous, she took the initiative to stretch out her "lucky hand" to shake him......

She was obviously still in his arms, and her slightly trembling eyelashes were so beautiful; She was so charming as his open self; They experience the best love of life together, and there is nothing more beautiful than those......

He didn't dare to turn on the TV to watch the news reports, for fear of seeing her cold in the ruins; He couldn't imagine that the phone call before leaving was the last sound she left for him in this world!

"Kiritoki...... Tong Tong ......" Xia Musheng roared in a low voice, crying as wantonly as he did when he was a child.

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I don't know how long it took, but the phone rang.

Xia Musheng jumped up and snatched the phone in his hand - it was Ye Miao's phone.

It's Ye Miao's phone!

I had been looking forward to Ye Miao's call, but she really called, but Xia Musheng hesitated.

He's scared, he's really scared!

Someone once said, "No news is the best news", and he can only understand the true meaning of this sentence now, because without news, there is still hope...... If there is no news, it will not necessarily be bad news.

He gritted his teeth and picked up the phone: "Miao." ”

Ye Miaomiao was taken aback by Xia Musheng's voice, because his voice was very hoarse, she paused and said, "It's not bad news." ”

Half of Xia Musheng's heart fell back into his stomach, Ye Miao's strength is like this, he can always go straight to the center without talking nonsense.

"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs has sent additional personnel to count the Chinese nationals in Niber, and there are no reports of deaths, and there are wounded, but they are not serious."

Xia Musheng was anxious: "Did you find the person I want to find?" ”

Ye Miaomiao said: "I know you are in a hurry, but you also have to understand that the investigation of specific personnel is not an easy thing to do, even if you have a special plane to fly over, it will take four hours." ”

"You have a plane? If so, take me with you. ”

"If I have it, I'll take you with me." Ye Miaomiao heard that this person was so anxious that he was dizzy, and he was incoherent.

Skipping this topic, he added: "The Civil Aviation Administration has activated the emergency response mechanism and decided to send a plane to transport rescue teams and disaster relief materials, and then send stranded passengers back to China; Well, as far as I know, there are already several on the way. ”

"Can you get them to send her back home first?" Xia Musheng immediately got the point of Ye Miao - as long as she was alive, she could be sent back, the question was, there were thousands of stranded Chinese, when would it be her turn!

Ye Miaomiao said: "You are lucky, among the people who flew over, there is an uncle of mine, who is quite a bit of a miracle." ”

Xia Musheng heard the strings and knew what he meant: "You say it directly, what are the conditions?" I'm willing to spend as much as it takes! ”

"Will this uncle ask me for my help ......?"

"What about you, you've done me a great favor, how can I thank you?" Xia Musheng interrupted her.

"I'm not very old, but I'm a long way past the marriageable age with my elders." Ye Miaomiao smiled: "During the day, you said a sentence, my grandfather is indeed forcing me to get married." I want to ......"

Xia Musheng's heart sank: "Except for this matter." ”

Ye Miao pretended not to hear his refusal: "Lao Xia, I like you, can't you see it?" I don't believe it, you don't appreciate me at all; And I'm confident that sooner or later you'll turn this appreciation into the kind of affection I hope.

"Besides, it's a good thing that we are all happy when we get married. Only a man like you, Xia Musheng, is worthy of a woman like me Ye Miao. My grandfather would definitely be satisfied.

"In addition, I don't need to say more, we got married, and we also learned from each other's strengths.

"Aren't you running the '+1' Creative Park project, let me tell you clearly, the one who can make the decision is indeed one of my aunts...... In the past two months, you have deliberately approached me, isn't it also for this? ”

Miss Ye is an understanding person, and what she said couldn't be more clear. She progresses layer by layer, and usually men will at least be tempted by this all-round temptation.

But after Xia Musheng listened to her quietly, he gave her an answer without the slightest hesitation: "That's not good." ”

Ye Miao was a little surprised, and said angrily: "Why? You at least think about it a little, how fast you answered, I'm really shameless! Am I Ye Miao so unworthy of you? ”

Xia Musheng said, "No." Miss Ye is more than enough for anyone, but I Xia Musheng has a heart, I have a woman I must marry, and I can't betray her. ”

Ye Miaomiao was cold on the other end of the phone, and then said, "If I guessed correctly, the person you want me to help find is her, right?" The female anchor named Cen Yutong. ”

Speaking of this, Xia Musheng has nothing to hide, "Since you have checked her background, it is better." Yes, it's her, she's my girlfriend, she's the one I'm going to marry, I'll marry her in my life! ”

Ye Miaomiao let out a strange chuckle on the other end of the phone: "Do you know the consequences of saying this? ”

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The little time to share the secrets of creation has come again~~~

I don't know if the readers have noticed that the author is really not a person who can write "bad guys".

Maybe it's because you have good thoughts about this world, no matter what, you can't write about the heinous bad guys, everyone is bad, but it's not too bad.

So plots like "slapping in the face" really can't be written, and naturally they can't be "cool".

That's how I, the first person who designed Lord Xia, was actually a particularly bad boss.

By the way, do you remember that Feng Feng was the male protagonist in the earliest design; And Lord Xia is the dark boss who carries the heroine all the way, naturally, the heroine has to pay the price.

Explain the origin of Lord Xia's name, and you will understand. I don't know if anyone has watched "House of Cards", the male protagonist is underwood?, and the people in the rivers and lakes call it "Xiamu" - Xia Musheng, that's how he came.

I was watching the first season when I wrote "Female Broadcaster", so the earliest design was to use Shimogi and Zoe (ZOE) as the original version, and the two used and depended on each other.

The heroine and Fengfeng are witnesses to each other's once innocent side, they love each other very much, but they have to climb up in order to climb up, and they will never be together. -- Similar to the relationship of "White Night Walking".

The outline was written in half, and then overturned.

Because I can't bear such a gloomy framework myself, it's one thing to write about it, but it's certainly not pleasant to write, although it's certainly more shocking.

I still want to be a little sunny, sweeter, and hopeful.

So "Female Broadcaster" has become like this.

I don't know if it's really better; But that's where it goes. There are some places that are not yet under my control.

It's lucky to be able to finish all the plots safely.

Love you guys. (To be continued.) )