Chapter 37: These Wicked Journalists!
Panting and halfway up, Jun Miao was surprised to find that a stranger in front of him was also climbing the stairs.
As if she had seen a relative, she chased after her, patted the girl on the shoulder, and the two of them began to talk, and unexpectedly found that they were both going to the twenty-ninth floor.
Finally......
After arduous and unremitting struggle, the two finally climbed to the twenty-ninth floor.
"Sister, where do you live, I'll go and play with you when I have time." Jun Miao wiped the sweat from her face and asked breathlessly.
The girl leaned against the wall, unable to stand on her legs, "I forgot to tell you, my family doesn't live here, and I have a job here today." ”
"Work?" Jun Miao was puzzled.
What kind of work can I do in an apartment complex? Makeup artist? Designer? Or sewers?
"I'll tell you quietly, don't tell anyone else."
"Okay."
The girl walked over and put her on the shoulder, looked around vigilantly, and whispered, "That black and red gentleman on the Internet recently knows, right?" Her family lives here, and I'm here to shoot her today, maybe I'll live next door to you! ”
"So you're a journalist......"
"That's right." The girl proudly patted the bag that straddled diagonally, "Don't be scared when it passes, many of your peers should be stuck there." ”
The corridor was so dark just now that she didn't recognize it as a camera bag...... Isn't her door now besieged by reporters?
Jun Miao stopped with a black line on his face, trying to find a piece of tofu to crash on it.
Climbed almost 30 floors, and now she is told that she can't go home?
These wicked journalists!!
"Hey, why don't you leave?"
Jun Miao sneered, "I remembered that there was still a little urgent matter to deal with, so I left first, and I will play with you again next time I have a chance." ”
Suddenly, there was a bustling sound of footsteps and talking.
"I'm tired of squatting for a day, it's almost eleven o'clock, this gentleman is really not coming back?"
"Now on the cusp of the storm, unless Jun Miao is stupid and becomes a pig to go home, the editor-in-chief is really, let us squat here like fools......"
"Just say a few words! Don't reach the editor-in-chief's ears. ”
In the next second, a group of black-pressed reporters appeared in front of them.
"Xiao He!" The girl saw someone she knew and waved excitedly.
In an instant, eyes converged on this side.
Depend on!!!
Jun Miaomiao immediately pulled up her windbreaker to cover her face, lowered her head and ran away, God, what kind of fairy luck is she......
A sharp-eyed person among the reporters recognized her at once, and hurriedly turned on the machine to catch up, "Woc, that's Jun Miao!! ”
The scene was suddenly chaotic, and a group of people who were originally stuck immediately became energetic.
Oh my God, this gentleman really dares to come back!
The people present rushed away, leaving the girl alone in the wind......
The person who helped her climb the stairs just now and has a very good personality is really the vicious and snarky Jun Miao on the Internet?
Because the corridor is relatively narrow, and the reporters are crowded, no one caught up with Jun Miao for a while.
Thinking about the posture of those reporters in Yinli today, Jun Miao didn't dare to stop at all, and finally reached the first floor and met the reporters carrying the machine again.
"Don't rush, I've already reached the first floor, I'll block her immediately."
Depend on! How come they are everywhere!!
There were tigers and leopards in front and jackals in the back, Jun Miaomiao hurriedly changed direction and ran to the underground garage, she found a hidden place to sit on the ground, her clothes were completely wet with sweat, and she was extremely tired.