When Sang Yu received Qi Huai's text message, he was carrying two potted plants to the balcony with He Yun.

There is no remark in the text message, no salutation, only a simple sentence: [Bring your equipment to the interview, don't wait for it.] 】

Attached is a location share.

The location is in the most famous rich area in Lucheng, where it is rumored that the houses there cannot be bought with money, and most of the people living there are government dignitaries and business tycoons.

Sang Yu neatly packed his things, took a dry-cleaned tailored blazer, and went out.

There was a heavy rain in the second half of last night, and the weather was even colder.

Sang Yu took a taxi all the way to the door of the Qi family's old house.

When I arrived at the place, I found that a banquet was held here, and the blue brick and white tile Chinese-style forest garden villa was lined up with all kinds of luxury cars.

Sang Yu was stunned for a while, and sent a message to Qi Huai: [Master, I'm here. 】

Not long after the message is sent, Sunset picks her up and takes her to a quieter man-made lake.

In the traditional Chinese courtyard style, the garden is carefully tended and beautiful, with several budding water lilies floating on the lake, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Now that it is early autumn weather, the water lilies should have withered, but the Qi family used a thermostat to keep the entire man-made lake in summer, just to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the water lily petals covered with powder.

Sang Yu looked around, and only Qi Huaiyan was sitting on a wooden chair in the courtyard, with black sunglasses on the table in front of him, and his figure was arrogant.

The night was like an invisible barrier, perfectly isolating him from the atmosphere of the front hall.

"You only have an hour, are you sure you want to stand there in a daze?"

The man's eyes were like cold stars seeing blood, and his face was gorgeous to the extreme, but it was a pity that the invisible sense of oppression around his body made Sang Yu shiver coldly.

He's in a bad mood.

It should be said that it is very bad.

Sang Yu didn't know the real intention of Qi Huai to let her run dozens of kilometers at night and appear at the Qi family's private banquet.

But as long as he can be interviewed, that's enough.

Sang Yu looked at the frowning eyebrows of the person in front of him, thinking that today's interview would not go too well.

She was calm and neat in her mouth, but she was very panicked in her heart: "The whole interview process will be recorded, and I will do a final check with you after the editing is out." ”

After speaking, Qi Huaiyan did not respond, and still maintained a posture of closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Sang Yu flipped through the notes in his hand, in fact, he had memorized them in his heart for a long time.

"Shenghai Group, as a leading enterprise in Lucheng's business and trade economy, has always been a benchmark for learning and discussion in the industry, what do you think is the biggest change in Shenghai Group in the past two years under your leadership?"

To her surprise, Qi Huaiyan's answer was detailed and not perfunctory at all, although the number of words he said was not much, but every sentence was on the main point.

Sang Yu's hanging heart gradually relaxed, and the problem became deeper and deeper.

She was pinching the time of the calculation, and waited until there were ten minutes left, and there were two last simple questions on her note.

The "Celebrity Interviews" column is different from the usual serious interview programs, and sometimes pays more attention to the interviewer's life.

Just like at this moment, the question that Sang Yu is about to ask.

"When I was researching the information, I felt that you had not encountered any major difficulties in your life experience, and that you were born like a chosen child, taking over the inheritance left by your ancestors and taking it to the next level by yourself. But why did you describe the first half of your life in your early published articles as 'bow is lush with grass and eyes full of thorns'? ”

As soon as Sang Yu finished asking, Qi Huai turned his head sideways, stared in her direction in a daze, and sneered at an indifferent smile on his lips.

The two looked at each other, and Sang Yu felt that there seemed to be a lake and an endless abyss under the man's eyes, and at a glance, in addition to indifference and dead silence, there was also a trace of imperceptible ...... Sad?

After a while, Qi Huai let out an almost inaudible snort in his nose: "It's been ten years, and it's been detailed enough." ”

Sang Yu knew that the ten years in his mouth were referring to the article published ten years ago, and Qi Huaiyan should have been just eighteen years old that year.

"I'll just take it as a compliment to my work."

Sang Yu's attitude is respectful, neither humble nor arrogant, and he is so professional that he can't find a trace of fault at work.

The serious and rigorous appearance overlapped with Qi Huai's appearance that remained in the depths of his memory.

Sang Yu's gaze stayed on the man's eyelashes, which were plated with a layer of silver light because of the lights in the lake, and the mist under his eyes seemed to have crossed the time gap to stay in a certain memory in the past.

She didn't wait for Qi Huai to speak, and immediately knew that this question involved his unknown privacy.

Since it is private, Sang Yu has no reason to ask, this is the host's professional quality, and it is also the emotional intelligence that a normal person should have.

"Are you done?" After a long time, Qi Huai spoke lightly.

Sang Yu glanced at the time and hurriedly threw out the last question.

"I don't know what type of women Mr. Qi has a better impression of in his daily life, many enthusiastic listeners of our radio station are particularly interested in this issue."

The last few words were uttered almost by gritting his gums.

Qi Huai's eyes floated, with a bit of inquiry, and finally condensed into a sarcastic "hiss" sound on his lips.

Sang Yu's hand on the side of her leg trembled a little, and she admitted that the last problem was that she had carried private goods.

I don't know how long it took, Qi Huaiyan finally moved, he squinted and smiled, and looked directly at Sang Yu.

"I like big breasts, thin waist, round hips, and it's better to scream with a better sound."

The voice recorder in Sang Yu's hand was glowing red, like a searchlight that smashed through the adultery between the two.

She hurriedly pressed the pause button, her movements full of embarrassment.

"Master Xiao, this is going to be broadcast, can you consider your own comments?"

Qi Huai smiled at the corners of his mouth, his elbows propped up on the back of the chair, his long legs overlapped with each other, and he was as lazy as a tired cat.

"I'm telling the truth, it's a man who likes this, I don't believe you to ask!"

"Another."

"I can't change it." Qi Huai clearly refused Sang Yu's request, obviously trying to embarrass her.

Sang Yu's temples protruded, and the recorder was to be handed over to the radio department for review in the later stage.

Qi Huai is shameless, she still wants it!

She straightened up and turned on the recorder: "You mean that women with open hearts, full thoughts, and deep speech are more likely to win your favor, right?" ”

The man scoffed, but didn't answer.

Sang Yu could only get close to Qi Huaiyan's direction, put the recorder closer to him, pinched the hem of the man's shirt with his fingers, and gently tugged twice as if flatteringly.

The floral fragrance mixed with the smell of bergamot poured into the tip of Qi Huai's nose, accompanied by a moist breath that made him a little upset.

A pair of arms suddenly stretched out from Sang Yu's waist, reversing her whole direction, and she lifted her eyes, and what caught her eyes was the man's incredibly delicate jawline and Adam's apple.

She was held in Qi Huaiyan's arms.

The recorder was also pinched in the man's hand, Sang Yu raised his hand to grab it, and Qi Huai stretched it out farther with his hand.

The movements of the two became more and more intense, and Sang Yu didn't know where to get the courage, and reached out to pinch the flesh on the man's waist, and through the fabric, he could feel the vigorous tension of the muscles under the palm.

Qi Huaiyan was stunned by the sudden movement of the person in his arms, and the recorder fell to the ground with a "click", and he was about to roll into the pond along the path.

"Voice recorder!"

Sang Yu shouted, broke free from his embrace and rushed forward, finally picking it up just as it was about to fall.

"Sorry, my hand slipped." A smiling voice hovered overhead.

Qi Huai didn't know when he stood behind her, and his apologetic tone was not sincere.

Mulberry ......

She was just about to pack up and leave, when the floor was unusually smooth after the rain, and she slipped and fell backwards uncontrollably.

Qi Huaiyan noticed the stumbling of the person in front of him, but he didn't mean to reach out to help, just when he thought he would hear the sound of falling water, the tie around his neck was suddenly grabbed by a pair of plain hands.

He only had time to curse in a low voice.

Bang –

Both figures fell into the lake.