Zhao Xiande typing on the keyboard and racking his brains to conceive a more explosive press release. He was originally immersed in the creative world, but was suddenly interrupted by the computer's prompt.

He was slightly angry and held the mouse in his hand. Every time he moved a distance, he would lift it up and throw it hard on the table. The poor mouse was so painful that it could only make a squeaking sound.

Anyway, it’s a public thing, and it’s broken.

Zhao Xiande clicked on the little penguin flashing wildly in the lower right corner, wanting to see which guy who was not open to disturb him.

“TT friend application?”

While picking his nose and changing his finger, he clicked on the applicant's detailed information, and then smeared the black thing on the index finger and little finger on the white patterned cloth cover of the seat back next to it. This was the seat cloth cover that reporter Cong liked the most, but he was not in the office now, so he naturally could not see Zhao Xiande's small movements.

"The past is like smoke, 27 years old, female... Yunhai City, a local?"

Her avatar comes from the system. A girl with long hair, coupled with this nickname, made Zhao Xiande feel a little itchy. He has been single since he was dumped by his previous girlfriend and has not touched a woman for a long time... As for those female colleagues, they are unwilling to pay attention to Zhao Xiande.

Zhao Xiande was a little puzzled, but in the end he could only attribute it to himself as a poor man. Those old ladies were too snobbish and did not have a pair of eyes that found that they were actually potential stocks.

But what did this woman called "Past Things Are Like Smoke" want to add her friends? Zhao Xiande was curious, so he clicked the button to agree to add friends.

The lonely Maserati: Hello.

Zhao Xiande waited for five minutes, but he still didn't wait for Qian Lai Ruyan's reply. He was a little disappointed. When he wanted to pick up the work at hand, he suddenly received Qian Lai Ruyan's reply.

Past events are like Yan: Hello, are you reporter Zhao?

The lonely Maserati: Here is exactly what I need help?

Past is like smoke: I... saw your article in the newspaper, Shi Jia... He is my ex-boyfriend...

"Shijia!" Zhao Xiande was excited when he saw this word that made him excited and quickly typing on the keyboard. He had been collecting Shijia's black information recently, but he had no results, so he could only use his rich literary talent to arrange some things that he thought were possible.

It's really sleepy and someone gives me a pillow! Zhao Xiande laughed, regardless of his other colleagues' hard work.

At this time, a colleague's thermos suddenly fell to the ground, "Bang-"

Zhao Xiande shivered suddenly, his gums trembled constantly, and was frightened.

Someone whispered: "Look at Zhao Xiande's timidity, anything can scare him. I don't know which medicine the editor took wrong, but he actually made it public... I've been sued, it's a big deal."

"Hey, you don't know this. The editor-in-chief wants to make Xuan Huang smelly, and he wishes the bigger the mess, the better..."

Zhao Xiande patted his chest, and it took a long time to recover. He glared at his colleague who made a sound with a vicious look, but no one paid attention to him. He focused again on the computer.

The lonely Maserati: I hope to hear it carefully. Don’t worry, if you have me, you will never let him be free! But how can I believe you are his girlfriend?

The past was silent for a long time.

Zhao Xiande sneered. It was probably the person from Xuanhuang Records who was here to make up his own words. He wanted to lie to me, reporter Zhao. You are still a little bit tender and dare not reply. He was about to close the chat window, but the past Ruyan sent him a picture.

"Hiss--it's so pretty!" Zhao Xiande took a breath and looked at the picture in surprise with his mouth wide open.

The soft black hair fell on her shoulders, and her delicate face was pitiful. Below her willow eyebrows were a pair of eyes that were crying and talking, thin and long, like spring waves and autumn water, a high nose bridge, a red and tender lips, you could feel the skin's blowing through the screen, and the thin collarbone exposed on the low-collar T-shirt. All of these women's traits make men have a strong desire to protect.

Unfortunately, the angle of the photo is a bit too high, and I can't see if there is any information on my chest. Zhao Xiande smacked his lips and felt very regretful.

But our reporter Zhao is not fooled. "It must be a beauty trick. Maybe it was the princess I found from some nightclub." The grapes that I couldn't eat were always sour.

At this time, the past Ruyan sent a second photo.

Zhao Xiande recognized the man on the left at first sight, which was Shi Jia who he had been deliberately dealing with. He thought he had a very professional ethics and had to do things when he received money. He did not spare any effort whether it was writing articles or making up stories. Moreover, he was very happy with the storm he had caused now. Of course, the man gave him more money, which was the direct reason for his happiness.

The beauty on the right was looking at Shi Jia lovingly, like a slender green finger, picking off a strawberry and gently sending it to Shi Jia's mouth.

This picture of showing love has caused tons of blows to reporter Zhao, who is a single dog.

"Damn it! The good cabbage is so urging by the pig." Zhao Xiande once again ravaged the mouse on his hand, smashing it on the table and making a clang. His colleagues stared at him with dissatisfaction, but didn't say anything. Who made him the editor-in-chief value the most now?

Past events are like Yan: I used to love him so much, but he actually betrayed me... I want him to die now! Why... Why can't I meet a good man...

When Zhao Xiande heard this, his eyes rolled around, and there was a chance!

He swallowed, his brain organized his language, and his expression was quite focused and serious.

The lonely Maserati: It’s okay, I’ve been sad anymore, isn’t it already past? You have to believe that there are not many good men in this world, but you just haven’t met them yet. If you still hate him, I can help you.

Past is like Yan: Is it true? I can give you money, as long as you help me take revenge on Shi Jia!

The lonely Maserati: Haha, how can you talk about money when you are helpful? You really underestimate me. I not only want to help, but also help to the end. No matter how difficult or dangerous it is, I will refuse, because I believe that there is still justice in this world!

The past is like smoke: Thank you...Reporter Zhao, you are indeed a great hero.

Zhao Xiande changed his subject and began to talk about another topic.

The lonely Maserati: Let's do this, I'll change the computer with a camera first, and let's open the video later. I think face-to-face communication is necessary if I want me to help you. Only in this way can I write a true manuscript and help you.

The past is slightly hesitant: Well...I'll wait for you.

I'm waiting for you!

Oh——Zhao Xiande covered his little heart with one hand, leaned against the chair, closed his eyes happily, and his eyebrows swayed up and down. These three words are too fatal, too tempting, and too imaginative for a single man!

He hurriedly jumped up from his office chair, picked up the car keys and ran downstairs. His house was not very far from the unit, and it took about ten minutes to walk the stairs.

Zhao Xiande never pedaled his bicycle to the speed of a motorcycle. This was the first time. He rushed upstairs with sweat, opened the door, rushed into the bathroom, washed his face a few times, and then ran to the bedroom to find an Armani suit that he never wanted to wear... he only wore his upper body.

He tidied up his tie in front of the little round mirror, thinking that he was extremely handsome - the acne marks on his face were subconsciously ignored. He straightened his upper body to the computer, trembling with his hands, and then lit the avatar of the past like smoke.

The lonely Maserati: Are you still here?

"Lonely Maserati" invites video chat, please wait and accept it.

"Accept, accept..." Zhao Xiande said to himself, his face was so anxious. He stomped his feet, and the slippers and the concrete floor made a sound.

Could it be that she wasn't in front of the computer? Did she go to take a shower? Zhao Xiande was thinking about it.

Sudden--

"Past Things Are Like Smoke" accepted your video chat invitation.

He almost jumped up with joy, but his muscles stretched hard on his face, barely maintaining a serious and serious face.

"Ahem, hello."

The network was not very good, and he waited for about a few seconds before the video of the past appeared on the monitor.

Zhao Xiande was stunned, looking at the beautiful face in the center of the screen obsessedly... It's really as beautiful as in the photo! Look at those pity-provoking eyes, this Shi Jia deserves to die!

I must help her!

I must see her!

I must...get her!

Zhao Xiande's eyes were red, and an impulse that he could not suppress emerged from the bottom of his heart. He squeezed out the most charming smile on his face and said, "My surname is Zhao, my name is Xiande, where are you?"

"Me?" The voice was like a soft whisper, almost hooking Zhao Xiande's soul.

"My name is Han Yan."
Chapter completed!