If Jiang Ranxue News wants to go to a TV station for development, such as a host, then the Jiang family may still agree. But Jiang Ran's purpose is very simple and clear, that is, she wants to be a reporter, and she does not have too high pursuits.

The Jiang family also dispatched two generations, and they worked hard to persuade her for a week, but in the end they had no choice but to rely on her.

The Jiang family's generation has a single seedling of ginger dyeing, and the foundation that the family has saved for generations is to be dyed for ginger. Originally, the old man of the Jiang family hoped that his granddaughter could be like Jiang Ye, to learn economic management or finance, but who knew that if he wanted to study journalism, no one would be able to pull it back.

Now who doesn't know that the journalist industry is not popular, and even journalists who have just come out of work generally do not have enough money for rent every month. But fortunately, Jiang Ran is not short of money, and there is no trouble in this regard, and the Jiang family does not expect her to make money.

I just think this job is too hard, and I have to run around for interviews when I write manuscripts, so how can I do this line of work for the little princess who has been pampered since childhood.

"Isn't Senior Sister Meng from the Department of Journalism!"

"it...... Is this a confession? ”

"It's over, the freshman camp is collectively out of love."

Hearing the chatter around him, Jiang Ran came back to his senses. Yes, she almost forgot that Meng Xue is also a journalism major......

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

I can't tell you what it feels like.

Jiang Ran pursed his lower lip, thinking that maybe he had just jumped to the point of lack of oxygen......

"I'm a little uncomfortable." Jiang Ran pulled Fu Yinyin and Fan Sheng on the side, wanting to go back first. Fan Sheng replied and said, "Then let's go back together." ”

Fu Yinyin glanced at Jiang Ye, who had not yet stepped down, and then looked at Jiang Ran beside him, his eyes wandering back and forth between the two. In the end, she retracted her gaze and pulled Jiang Ran and Fan Sheng with a smile: "Let's go, let's go, let's get tired, go back and take a shower and get a beauty sleep." ”

…

At the end of the party, Eno originally wanted to go to Jiang Ran, but was stopped by a phone call. The tone of the person on the other side of the phone was anxious, and Jiang Ye didn't have time to go back to change his clothes, so he rushed directly to the hospital.

In the city hospital of Yuncheng Zuo District, the old man on the hospital bed was eating oranges leisurely.

In the next second, a voice came from the bodyguard at the door: "Chairman Cheng, the little master is here!" ”

Hearing the sound, the old man on the bed hurriedly threw the orange in his hand to the old housekeeper next to him, and the old housekeeper hurriedly caught it and helped him cover the quilt.

Jiang Ye pushed the door in, and what he saw was a pale and weak picture of his grandfather lying on the bed, and the old housekeeper on the side also had a heavy face.

Eno called the old butler and asked, "What did the doctor say?" ”

Before the old housekeeper could speak, the old man on the bed was 'weak' and spoke: "Zhouzhou is here......"

Zhouzhou is Jiangye's milk name, and it was given by Cheng Lao back then. Not many people know this name, and now only Cheng Lao will call him that.

"Grandpa." Jiang Ye let out a low cry and hurriedly stepped forward to hold his hand, "I remember that you haven't been in good health all the time, why did you suddenly get sick?" ”

"Ahem, ahem...... My grandfather is old, and it's normal to get sick. "Cheng Lao is still pretending there.

Jiang Ye was about to say something, but suddenly saw a hanging bottle hanging next to him, with a few eye-catching big characters written on it: medical glucose.

Eno breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that his grandfather did it on purpose. He pulled out a chair next to him and sat down, his tone was not cold: "You are so sick that you have to transfuse glucose?" ”

Cheng Lao: "......"

Eno mended the knife: "That's quite serious. ”