Da Xiang, who was driving, smiled, "To deal with these people, you have to use other methods." Don't look at them under the banner of freedom of the press, in fact, their discipline has long been lost, they often use their positions to blackmail, pull advertisements without saying anything, and often take your handle to ask for private bribes! It is these black sheep who corrupt the real journalistic climate......"

Li Huan doesn't know?

I have been in this society for a long time, and I have slowly adapted to the laws of this society.

You have a good plan, I have a wall ladder.

He is not a scholar Ye Jia, nor is he a son-in-law Ye Xiaobo, he naturally has his own set, knowing that media interviews will stumble on him, so naturally he will not just sit still, so that the famous person will fall to the ground, and he will be suddenly hit by someone when he is chasing and beating, and he can't even stand up.

In this world, it's not you who hurt me, I'm who hurt you, and no one is the Holy Father.

It's okay to ask about private matters, but he won't tolerate violating privacy.

"Look, their report will never make it."

He laughed: "Yes, you will find out in the future, but if anyone goes to secretly photograph Feng Feng again, give them a little color to see." ”

"Of course! Boss, you can rest assured. ”

He picked up the phone and called Feng Feng, and when he heard her "hey", he laughed and said softly, "What are you doing?" How can you be weak? ”

"No, I'm waiting for you to come back for dinner."

"So well-behaved?"

"Of course, I made four dishes and one soup, all of which you like."

The breath of black air brought by the paparazzi was suddenly swept away, and Li Huan said with a smile: "I'm going home soon." ”

"Well, I'll wait for you."

When he got home, the door was hidden, Feng Feng saw his figure on the balcony and had already opened the door, he gently pushed it open, and saw that she was putting on an apron and arranging dishes and chopsticks, hugging her waist from behind, and said with a smile: "Wife, I'm back." ”

"Well, don't make a fuss, let's eat."

He turned her body and was about to kiss her habitually, but when he saw that her eyes were red and swollen, he was surprised, "What's wrong?" ”

She was casual: "It's okay, I watched a soap opera and cried a little ......"

Li Huan exclaimed, can you cry like this when watching soap operas? He looked at her carefully a few times and leaned into her ear: "Are you tired of cooking for me?" Wronged? ”

She wiped her eyes fiercely before she forced a smile: "I'm not married yet, so I cook every day, and when I get married, within a month, I will become a yellow-faced woman." ”

Li Huan laughed, she didn't ask her to cook, in her memory, she had only cooked two or three times, and at other times, she occasionally ate at home, and she cooked by herself, why did it become cooking every day? And even if you cook every day, you don't have to be sad to be like this.

In this, there must be articles.

But he didn't ask in a hurry, but went to wash his hands first, and came to eat obediently, at the dinner table, Feng Feng just lowered his head to eat and didn't say anything.

Several times he tried to speak, but he held back.

Finally finished eating, obediently went to wash the dishes again, and when he came back, he saw that Feng Feng had already cut the fruit and put it on the coffee table, sitting cross-legged watching TV and waiting for him to eat.

This kind of rich home atmosphere, no matter how tired you are, it is like a gluttony. He sat down beside her, put his arm around her shoulders, and patiently asked her like a child, "What soap opera did you watch today?" ”

She didn't speak, just ate the watermelon vigorously.

"Fool, why don't you tell me something? Hehe, if anyone bullies you, I'll be over with him......"