Song asked for a moment: "What?" ”

He pretended to be concerned: "Miss Fan, you should rest at home for a few more days." ”

Miss Fan sneered: "Do you dare to admit it?" ”

Song Wen looked at everyone, his eyes full of questions.

Miss Fan waved a letter in her hand: "Did you write this letter?" I'm going to offend you alone in the newspaper! ”

Lin Haiyang also stared at Song Wen, but seeing that Song Wen's face did not change, he couldn't see a little panic: "A letter? What's wrong, what's wrong with this letter? As he spoke, he took the letter from Miss Fan's hand, looked at it roughly, and shook his head, indicating that he didn't know what was going on.

Everyone in the conference room looked at Song Wen, and when they saw him looking calm, they all whispered, and a female reporter who was full of sympathy for Miss Fan shouted: "Miss Fan had an accident when she had a conflict with you the day before yesterday, do you dare to say that you don't know anything?" ”

Song Wen sneered: "Miss Luo, what you said is not right, I heard that you and Miss Li were still laughing at Miss Fan for being a toad behind your back, saying that the toad wants to eat swan meat, it is obviously a big joke in the newspaper, how can you say that only I have a conflict with Miss Fan?" I'm the most honest person, and I always say it to my face, and I don't do anything behind my back. “

This Miss Luo glanced at Miss Li nervously and lowered her head.

Miss Li said dissatisfiedly: "We are just talking, and it's not just us who said it behind our backs, you, which of you haven't said it?" ”

Miss Fan's eyes followed Miss Li's fingers past everyone's faces, and there was a mocking smile on the corner of her mouth, which made people tremble.

Lin Haiyang was worried that the matter would get bigger and bigger, and the entire newspaper would be suspicious of each other, so he hurriedly planned: "Old Song, follow me to the office." ”

Song Wen stood still: "Editor-in-chief Lin, I remember that our president, Miss Qianjinshi, was not very good-tempered, and when Mrs. Lin was still there, she was a little dirty." ”

Lin Haiyang said coldly: "Follow me to the office." ”

Song Wen lowered his head and followed Lin Haiyang to the office, and Miss Fan shouted behind them, "Mr. Lin, in fact, you can guess who did it, right?" ”

Lin Haiyang ignored her.

The crowd dispersed far away, like avoiding snakes and scorpions, and Miss Fan stood there in a daze, already in tears. A female reporter wanted to persuade a few words, but was pulled away by other colleagues.

Miss Fan's popularity in the newspaper is not good, almost everyone has said her behind her back, but now she is completely torn apart, and she is too lazy to do superficial work.

Lin Haiyang closed the office door and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean by that, why did you pull it on Cui Ping?" ”

"What? Are you distressed? I think Miss Shi is very suspicious, it's a vinegar jar, and Meilan was not less angry back then. ”

"Shut up, can you call Meilan too?"

Lin Haiyang knew Wuzhen's arms, and his face was extremely ugly. He didn't want to hear about his ex-wife.

"Why can't you call it, when we were young, hehe, you may remember, I also pursued Meilan."

Song Wen said this, and his tone gradually softened.

"Don't mention it again! You go and look in the mirror to see your own virtue, just you? Also worthy of pursuing Meilan? ”

Lin Haiyang said in a mocking tone, impatiently took out a few bills and handed them to Song and asked: "Okay, this is my private sponsorship, and there is no precedent for our newspaper to advance salaries." ”

"I'm asking for an advance on my salary, not asking you for money." Song Wen refused to accept. What he said was high-sounding, but in fact, because those few banknotes were only a few dozen yuan, how could he redeem Mrs. Song?

"You've got a lot of money."

"No, all I want is justice, justice for ten years of hard work here, and ...... Meilan's justice. Song Wen looked at Lin Haiyang and smiled like an old fox.

"I haven't said anything in the past two years, it doesn't mean that I don't know, what Miss Shi has done to Meilan, you know it, Meilan has had surgery, who stimulated her to get sick? It is about the editor-in-chief of Shi Jia and Lin University, and I think many tabloid reporters will be interested. ”

Lin Haiyang hugged his shoulders and looked at him: "Do you have evidence?" I can tell everyone that you are jealous of me, holding a grudge, and spreading rumors to slander me and the president, and when the time comes, don't talk about the beach, no one in the newspapers across the country will dare to ask for you! ”

"Is Meilan's letter to me okay?" Song Wen said in a low voice.

"What did you say?"

"Meilan wrote me a letter before she died, and it listed all the things you did to her, can this be used as evidence?" Song Wen said loudly.

Lin Haiyang was completely stunned, he stared at Song Wen suspiciously, but the latter's face was calm. Completely indifferent to his cold gaze.

"Meilan...... Letter to you? How can it be? ”

Lin Haiyang said with disdain.

"What's so strange, I'm also her senior brother, and I'm a colleague with you, my wife is a good friend of her, Meilan told me everything after knowing that you and Shi Cuiping hurt her, I haven't been holding back for the past two years to see your performance, I didn't expect you to recognize your six relatives, and you want to trample me under your feet forever." The more Song Wen spoke, the more angry he became, his eyes were red, and he was emotional.

Lin Haiyang waved his hand to signal him to calm down, and he took out his wallet and showed it to Song Wen: "It's only so many years, more than 200 yuan." Do you want it? ”

"Give it all to me."

Song Wen grabbed all the banknotes: "Remember, you still owe me money, how much should you pay for the past two years?" ”

Lin Haiyang was stunned for a while, and nodded yes.

Song Wen turned around and was about to leave, but Lin Haiyang reacted and asked: "You have been dissatisfied with me for many years, why did you get Meilan's letter but remain indifferent for two years?" ”

"Naturally, whoever gives me the most benefit will go to whichever side I want, and now to you, old classmate."

Song Wen walked out of the editor-in-chief's office, feeling that his waist was straight, his anger was smooth, and the more than 200 yuan in his pocket made him raise his eyebrows.

He walked through the gaze of everyone with his head held high, and just walked to the alley not far from the newspaper office, he was stopped.

"Mr. Song, what do you mean by that?"

Miss Fan asked him with red eyes.

"Hehe, Miss Fan, since it's already like this, I'll tell you the truth, our Mrs. Lin was angry with Miss Shi. Miss Shi is a femme fatale, and Mrs. Lin can't escape her vicious thoughts, you say, you have the heart of Sima Zhao in the newspaper, can Miss Shi know? Can you not be jealous? Can I not think about you? Lin Haiyang is a blooming flower, but there are bees staring at it next to him, and he will sting his hands if he is not careful. ”

He looked at Miss Fan, posed like an old-timer, and said earnestly: "Miss Fan, you are weak, how can you beat the Shi family?" If you offend Miss Shi, I'm afraid you won't be able to live in the national press in the future, and you are not too young, so it's better to ...... It's better to find someone to marry like this, and break your mind about Editor-in-Chief Lin, then Miss Shi will naturally let you go. You are also a journalist, and you know in your heart that the anonymous letter in your hand is useless, and the police will not believe it. ”

Miss Fan's face was blank and she muttered to herself: "Can a rich and powerful person be a cheap person like this?" ”

Seeing that the words had been said thoroughly, Song Wen lowered his head and left with a smile.

Before he came, he received a call from Xiangyunsha, and he put 200 yuan in the designated place as promised, and went home with a worried heart. Before I reached the door, I heard Mrs. Song's shout from the house: "Oh, why did you eat it again?" ”

Song Wen happily pushed open the door: "Mrs., did the Xiangyun yarn let you come back?" ”

Mrs. Song looked at him blankly: "What Xiangyun yarn?" What nonsense are you talking about? ”