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Chapter 479: The Vegetarian Reporter’s Three Aces (3)

When Liang Shuman heard Song Yuesheng say this, he quickly refused.

"No need. I also know some journalists and understand the difficulties you journalists face in finding news."

He wore a gentle but slightly reserved smile on his face, and reminded: "It's hard to walk on the road at night, reporter Song should be careful."

Song Yuesheng smiled slightly: "Thank you for the reminder, but I have a question for Mr. Liang."

The vehicle had already disappeared.

With a ready-made male protagonist, she couldn't let him go easily.

Song Yuesheng said as he walked towards him.

"Why do you always hide from me every time you see me?"

The night in Sangcheng is very bustling.

But this street is relatively remote, so merchants closed their shops early.

The street lights stretched the shadows of the two people into long and slender shapes, like two interlaced ink paintings, slowly spreading out on this empty street.

As Song Yuesheng gradually approached, the two shadows intertwined, as if it was a silent arrangement of fate.

"Reporter Song may have a wrong feeling." Liang Shuman inadvertently glanced at the shadow on the ground and frowned.

He subconsciously stepped back quietly, trying to escape the sudden intimacy.

He retreated and she advanced.

Song Yuesheng had a smile on his face and his eyebrows were slightly raised.

It seemed as if she was mocking his denial just now.

Liang Shuman pursed his lips and wanted to explain something, but couldn't find the right words for a moment.

Suddenly, he heard her calling his name seriously.

"Liang Shuman."

"Do I look like your enemy?"

The second half of the sentence turned into a teasing smile.

Liang Shuman remained silent.

The more you don't want to make a mistake, the more you will merge the two faces into one.

I thought I wouldn't make a mistake if I found Mu Girl.

But after he asked someone to look for her, he found out that there was no such person in Jinlan.

in short.

What Miss Mu said about the orphanage was false.

She disappeared after leaving Aunt Hu's house.

Maybe Miss Mu went to look for the parents who took her brother away.

But Liang Shuman felt that as long as he couldn't find it, his symptoms of misidentification would not get better.

"If she's not an enemy, could it be the girl you once liked?"

The hot air sprayed on Liang Shuman's ears.

He suddenly came back to his senses, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly pretended to be calm and turned Song Yuesheng's head to the other direction.

Then, his voice slowly sounded.

"She's a sister who can be considered a friend."

"Reporter Song, you may not believe this, but you look so much like her."

Song Yuesheng said "oh".

Then, she pretended to be questioning and asked, "So you mistook me for her?"

Liang Shuman said frankly: "I don't want to confuse the two of you, so I avoid contact with you."

Song Yuesheng looked at him: "So you still think of me as your friend."

Liang Shuman had nothing to refute.

He nodded slightly and said with a heavy voice, "I'm sorry, reporter Song."

"If you feel sorry, then don't hide from me anymore. The more you hide, the more likely people will pay attention to you and compare the two girls."

Song Yuesheng looked very understanding.

Liang Shuman hesitated for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons.

But in the end, he nodded: "Okay."

Song Yuesheng heard the answer she wanted, and waved to him with a smile as she walked away: "Nice to meet you as a friend. Goodbye, Liang Shuman."

If you agree, you can't hide away.

"Wang!"

Baozi only started barking after Song Yuesheng left.

Liang Shuman squatted down and touched Samoyed's head: "I think I shouldn't have agreed to reporter Song."

"Wang Wang!"

Baozi nodded his head and shouted very intelligently.

Liang Shuman sighed, "Forget it. She didn't do anything wrong. This matter is my fault. You should get along well with reporter Song in the future."

When Baozi heard this, he collapsed to the ground with all four limbs.

The expression on his face was obviously sad.

Liang Shuman became even more curious.

After returning to the apartment, he took out the cardboard covered with words.

Liang Shuman walked through the buns and went to several words one by one, and assembled the general meaning.

——That day on the third floor of the teaching building, reporter Song’s words scared Baozi. He felt that reporter Song had killed many people.

Baozi has received professional training.

If there were no signs, it wouldn't be so scared of a person.

Liang Shuman held his forehead and sighed.

He really shouldn't have agreed to this.

at the same time.

In a relatively luxurious apartment near Osia University, Xia Pingwan took out a notebook from the gap at the head of the bed.

She opened it and checked the words "Enter Chaolu Newspaper Office".

Then, Xia Pingwan turned the page back, looked at the following text, and tapped her forehead with a smile.

The longer time goes by, the more confused I become.

Fortunately, I set a reminder.

Xia Pingwan closed the book, smiled and picked up the Bichon Frise that came over, shaking its two front paws: "Mantou, Mantou, we will pass the level."

At this moment, the Bichon Frise suddenly spoke in human language.

"Don't be so confident. You said that a few times before."

Xia Pingwan was not surprised at all. She smiled and said, "I forgot about that. Don't worry, the progress this time is faster than the previous times, and we will definitely win."

The Bichon Frise rolled his eyes and said, "This accident is more serious than the previous ones. Don't think everything will be fine just because you have a life-saving charm."

Xia Pingwan didn't care: "What are you afraid of? No matter how powerful it is, it is still within the range you set. If it doesn't work, there are still three more times."

The Bichon Frise couldn't stand her arrogance and struggled to jump down.

If you don't pay attention, it will be over sooner or later.

……

The next morning, as the sun began to break, the sky was filled with a gentle blue-purple hue.

A quaint and solemn train slowly pulled into Sangcheng Railway Station, accompanied by the unique rhythmic sound between the rails and wheels, breaking the tranquility of the early morning.

As the door opened, two people came down from the door of the first carriage.

The man walking in front had a smile on his face.

The man following closely behind him walked steadily, his eyes always paying attention to his surroundings, obviously well-trained.

Yang Hongwen, who had been waiting at the intersection of the platforms early, saw the two people and immediately a warm smile broke out on his face, and he quickly walked towards them.

"Mr. Qi, I have arranged for you to stay at 'Yun Yinju' in the city center. It has a quiet environment and convenient transportation. Adjutant Yu specifically said it was a private trip, so I didn't tell anyone else."

Qi Yi nodded slightly and responded briefly and forcefully: "Let's go to Haina Photo Studio first."

Yang Hongwen replied respectfully: "Yes."

Haina Photo Studio has been very popular these days, with many wealthy ladies and wives of officials and businessmen gathering here. No wonder Mr. Qi came to Sangcheng in person to sort it out.

As soon as the photo studio posted the notice, many people expressed their dissatisfaction.

But clouds are eloquent.

Let them understand that instead of waiting in line for a long time, it is better to come earlier the next day.

Most people can understand.

But there were also people who used their power to exert pressure and force their way into the photo studio.

Song Yuesheng was wandering around while looking for news, and he saw five wives of high-ranking officials and businessmen entering the photo studio.

Ugh.

The Fang family today is nothing like they used to be.

Ms. Fang softened her heart again.

In order to make these people abide by the rules, we must use a person of high status as a shield.

The monitor's car is the same model as Huo Tingchuan's.

Yeyang is located at the junction of the north and the south.

If conspiracy theories...

It's not like I'm taking advantage of him.

at the same time.

Yang Hongwen parked the car in front of Haina Photo Studio.

Qi Yi got out of the car, and the six photos in the glass window that came into his sight told him that he was not wrong.

Yu Hanhai did not get out of the car. He said through the car window: "Lao Qi, Yang Hongwen and I will leave first. We should not stay here for too long."

"it is good."

Qi Yi turned his head.

suddenly.

He saw the woman coming out from a nearby corner.

She was wearing a simple long dress and a beret.

She had a serious expression on her face, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Qi Yi felt a dull pain in the old wound on his left shoulder.

Qi Yi sneered.

He walked over quickly and grabbed her arm suddenly, followed by a teasing voice.

"I found you, little mute."