Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 482: The Vegetarian Reporter’s Three Aces (3)

"I've been too busy these past two days, so I want to take a few days off." Fang Xinrou said with a smile, "Why are you here? This photo studio doesn't have any bad customs."

Song Yuesheng followed her words and said, "I was looking for news nearby and saw the sign outside that said [Temporarily Closed]. I thought something had happened, so I wanted to come and ask."

"What could happen? You're just making a fuss." Fang Xinrou smiled and shook her head.

She tapped Song Yuesheng's forehead and teased.

"Four years ago during the summer vacation, you said you saw a girl who looked similar to you but was older than you. You also insisted that your father had a concubine. But the police in Yanglai Port couldn't find this person after searching for several days."

Song Yuesheng avoided her gaze and touched her nose awkwardly.

Can't blame her entirely.

She didn't know at the time that it was because of the connection she had with the heroine's dream.

Fang Xinrou saw this and urged, "Okay. Xiaoyue, I still have to sort out the photos of the guests from this morning. You should go back quickly."

Song Yuesheng nodded, but did not leave. Instead, after Yun Duo left, she asked the truth from her.

Careless.

The protagonists of the farewell that day were Qi Yi and Xia Pingwan.

Qi Yi wanted to open a photo studio, but he didn't need to do anything.

The Xia family is the richest family in the north, and with the halo of the heroine's father, it is easy for them to destroy a small photo studio.

Yun Duo looked at Song Yuesheng, whose expression became increasingly serious, and suddenly felt a little scared.

She mustered up her courage and asked, "Xiao Song, what do you want to do?"

Song Yuesheng looked at her in confusion: "I'm thinking about my press release, what's wrong, Yunduo?"

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay." Yun Duo felt relieved.

She put her hand to her lips and whispered, "Don't tell the boss I said that."

"Don't worry. I'm leaving."

The smile on Song Yuesheng's face suddenly disappeared after he turned around, and was replaced by a solemn look.

The other side had more people and she was alone.

well.

Then let's see who can come out on top.

After all, so many experiences have trained her and enabled her to infer things that are useful to Qi Yi.

……

afternoon.

The driver parked the car in the shade on the side of the Chaolu Daily gate.

He turned his head and said respectfully, "Mr. Qi, we're here."

Qi Yi opened his sleepy eyes, opened the car door and walked out.

After a nap, he suddenly realized that it would be more interesting to arrest Song Yuesheng and let her witness the moment when the photo studio changed ownership.

If she resists, I will break her legs after playing with her for a while and take her directly back to Yizhou.

Qi Yi couldn't help but shook his head, laughing secretly in his heart.

When he was giving orders to Yu Hanhai yesterday, he actually thought that he might not be able to beat that woman.

It's so weird.

The tabloid in front of him was exactly what Qi Yi had imagined.

That is, a fugitive will not place himself in the midst of fame and glory.

He pushed the door open and went in.

I found there were only three people inside.

Zhang Yitong and Han Meihua couldn't help swallowing when they saw Qi Yi suddenly come in.

The eyes that looked at each other were filled with sorrow and resentment, "just like last time."

Seeing this, Xia Pingwan smiled, stood up from her workstation, and walked towards him: "Mr. Qi, you can't easily enter the newspaper office. If you want to read the newspaper, there are past issues stored in the cabinet outside the door."

The two couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Xiaowan is here this time.

Qi Yi smiled and said, "Your president owes me something, I'm going to ask her for the debt."

Xia Pingwan was stunned.

How could she not remember such a thing?

Swallowing her doubts, she gently explained: "Sister Lan just went out for an interview and she probably won't be back until the evening."

Qi Yi raised his eyebrows slightly.

Yo.

It turns out he’s not even the president.

I really overestimated her.

Xia Pingwan continued, "Mr. Qi, why don't you come with me to the second floor for an interview? Don't worry, our Chaolu Daily has always been based on facts and will never tarnish your reputation."

Zhang Yitong secretly gave her a thumbs up.

It doesn't matter where they go, as long as they can lead Qi Yi away from this place and not delay their writing and discussion.

Qi Yi pretended to take out a small notebook from his pocket.

He flipped through it and said with a smile: "I made a mistake. It's not your president. The person who owes me money is called Song Yuesheng."

An expression of surprise appeared on Xia Pingwan's face again.

After a while, she slowly said, "Xiao Song is out looking for news and is not in the newspaper office. Mr. Qi, how about you first..."

"Then please tell her that debts must be paid and murder must be punished."

After Qi Yi finished speaking, he turned around and left the newspaper office.

"Wait, Qi Yi!"

Xia Pingwan quickly chased after him.

She grabbed his arm before he got into the car, her eyes full of anxiety.

"Don't you remember me? Qi Yi, it was me back then..."

Qi Yi turned around and took Xia Pingwan's hand off his arm.

"At the auction over a month ago, someone planned to kill you. I already repaid you for calling an ambulance."

The corners of his mouth curled up into a faint smile, as if it was just a routine expression.

"Not to mention that your residence and silver dollar expenses in Yizhou are enough to pay it back."

Xia Pingwan's eyes flickered slightly, and she asked stubbornly: "I just returned to Sangcheng that day, who would want to kill me? Qi Yi, don't you want to return it?"

"If you want to kill someone, you naturally have to understand his living habits and infer where he is most likely to go..."

Qi Yi was slightly stunned.

He suddenly felt very upset.

Like the heat waves on a summer afternoon, they came one after another, making it impossible for him to calm down.

Qi Yi frowned and said impatiently: "Even if I don't want to pay it back, what can you do to me? Xia Pingwan, don't let me find out that you and I are doing something wrong."

The car door opened and closed with a bang, and then sped away in front of Xia Pingwan.

"Wang."

Xia Pingwan heard the sound and walked towards the Bichon Frise.

She bent down, picked it up, and spoke in a bad tone.

"Mantou, is this the dreamlike, overwhelmingly favorable, one-person love relationship you promised? Which of these is consistent with Qi Yi's attitude just now?"

"Now that I think about it, the other two don't fit your selling point at all."

The Bichon Frise's paw slapped Xia Pingwan's forehead.

Some of the sounds are none of your business.

"Dear, I reminded you several times that there would be [accidents] during the process, but you didn't listen once."

"And the things you said require you to pay for them. After all, we focus on truth. How can you get true love if you don't pay?"

Xia Pingwan angrily retorted: "Sending Qi Yi to the hospital, giving Liang Shuman the silver dollars to study abroad, and loving and hating Huo Tingchuan. When have I not given?"

The Bichon Frise rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you think carefully about what you have done."

It doesn't want to say anything.

Sending someone to the hospital was such a great opportunity to spend time with each other, but in the end we only went on the first day and the day they were discharged.

After being discharged from the hospital, the place I lived in, the food I ate, and the clothes I bought were all other people's.

The same thing happened to Liang Shuman that time.

If you want to pretend to be a kind-hearted intellectual, then just act like one.

If she can answer half of the ten questions he asks her, that's good enough.

Most of the time I can only answer with one sentence.

And there is Huo Tingchuan.

Fall in love and kill each other.

It sounds very atmospheric.

But in reality there is only disgust.

In the end, I still couldn't win.

Tsk.

If she hadn't spent money, she would have been killed several times for the above behaviors.

How could we meet by chance?