Chapter 62: Incomprehensible Customs

Under normal circumstances, young couples or couples are at least three to five times a week.

And Chen Jingpei's proposal twice a month is already very restrained.

But Xuan Tong just didn't get used to him, and said: "You don't give me all these power and sex transactions." If you are willing to accept the interview, you will accept it, and if you are not willing, you will pull it down. Anyway, I'm not from the finance group, so I don't have to ask you. ”

"Besides, there are so many celebrities, and they can't screw you to death. I think the heir of the Zhen Pharmacy is also a good interview subject, and if it were me, I would also do an interview with the heir of the Zhen family. What are you getting rid of and how rare it is that teenagers are addicted to games every day. ”

Chen Jingpei: ".................."

It seems that the amount of exercise last night was still too little, so that her little mouth still has the strength to scream like this.

Chen Jingpei pressed his eyebrow bone helplessly, overflowing two words, "It's okay." ”

Xuan Tong thought he agreed, but who knew that his next sentence was: "The heir of the Zhen family is indeed more suitable to be the subject of the interview, you can persuade your colleagues to change the target." ”

Xuan Tong: "......" This is really the day dog, and the radical method is useless?

After a few seconds, Xuan Tong didn't bother to care, raised his hand and took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and obeyed his wishes, "Okay, then I'll go to work." ”

"............" Chen Jingpei has an urge to strangle her, he watches those bloody idol dramas, the female protagonist generally asks the male protagonist for something, and she will be aggrieved and agree to the male protagonist's various conditions, why did she get here, but this way doesn't work, so find another way?

If you beg him coquettishly again, will you die?

This damn and incomprehensible woman!

Chen Jingpei was full of unhappiness, grabbed her little arm, and said in a deep tone: "Don't run around during your menstrual period, ask for leave to rest at home today." ”

Xuan Tong: "If everyone is hypocritically taking leave and not going to work during the menstrual period, wouldn't it add an extra reason for some companies not to give priority to recruiting women when recruiting?" ”

Chen Jingpei couldn't laugh angrily: "Who would mess around like you." ”

"That's a lot." She runs the news, and she has encountered all kinds of strange things.

"Okay, I can't talk about you." Chen Jingpei finally took her away, twisted her thin clothes and said, "I'll send you over." You go and put on an extra coat first, so you don't catch a cold. ”

Xuan Tong deliberately stiffened with him: "You don't need to send it, we don't know each other." If I accidentally bump into a colleague, I have no reason to persuade them to change their target. ”

In the final analysis, she was angry that he was going to play the "power trading" of chaebol capitalism with her just now.

Chen Jingpei didn't dare to speak anymore, for fear that she would break up again if she didn't agree: "...... Then you drive slowly. Come back in the evening and stay with me. ”

The cautious appearance simply reveals the attributes of strict wifery.

Xuan Tong endured not laughing, raised his chin arrogantly, and hummed: "I look at the mood." ”

……

Originally, the newspaper had weekends and holidays, and on the occasion of yesterday's Mid-Autumn Festival, there were three days of holiday in a row.

However, due to the fact that Xuan Tong runs social news and has a large workload every day in Feicheng Daily, she chooses other ways to take a vacation.

For example, paid leave at the end of the year.

Or occasionally when she's really not particularly busy, she'll take a break on Saturdays and Sundays.

Today, she originally wanted to take a break, but two days ago, she contacted the village committee of Huangtong Village to interview a 90-year-old veteran in the village who had no children and no daughters.

On the road.

Traffic is heavily congested.

Xuan Tong drove the car and moved forward at a high speed.

At this time, in the left lane, a black private car slowly drove up and ran parallel to her.

She casually glanced at the driver's seat with the open window and saw a boy in a white shirt with melancholy and empty eyes, looking out the window quietly like a lifeless puppet.

In just such an instant, Xuan Zhi's heart, for some reason, suddenly pulled fiercely, as if it was being grabbed and crushed by the demon's bloody hands, and he trembled in pain.