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"You are not suitable to be a reporter. Go back and stop making trouble." Luo Cheng took a deep look at Luo Chun, who had a sweet smile, and opened his lips softly.

Luo Chun's innocent face moved closer to Luo Cheng's thin lips, and he lifted his lips into a smile: "Is Luo always afraid that the palace reporters will see me? The old and new lovers live in the same office, so there might be a murder case. Luo is always worried about this, right? "

"Xiao Chun, public is public, private is private, the magazine is a part of Luo Shi, I don't like to bring my personal feelings to work." Luo Cheng avoided Luo Chun's sight, with a business-like attitude.

Luo Chun showed a beautiful smile, and her flower-like red lips parted lightly: "President Luo condescends to come to the magazine, of course not for the sake of the palace reporter. President Luo doesn't say anything, everyone in the world knows that President Luo is private Clearly. I have the ability to be a reporter, if Mr. Luo refuses to let me be a reporter for the magazine, he has a ghost in his heart!"

Luo Cheng looked at Luo Chun who was right in front of him for a while, and finally nodded: "I'll give you one month, which is considered a probationary period. If you don't do well, you will also leave the magazine. The magazine doesn't hire useless people!"

He looked serious and had a businesslike demeanor.

"From Mr. Luo's tone, he is obsessed with being the editor-in-chief of this magazine, and he won't go back to the headquarters of the Luo family to be the glorious Mr. Luo?" Luo Chun said with a poignant smile, and then came out. Editor's Office.

She took a deep breath, went directly to Gong Si's desk, stretched out her hand to Gong Si, and said, "Reporter Gong, please take care of me in the future."

Gong Si didn't reach out her hand, and turned a blind eye to Luo Chun's overtures.

She doesn't like Luo Chun, and it's impossible for her to be as nonchalant as Luo Chun, and she doesn't want to do things ignorantly.If you don't like it, you don't like it, and it's a bit ridiculous to pretend to be friends in front of people.

"It's a pity. The palace reporter doesn't seem to like me as a newcomer. Is it because I'm afraid that I will steal the palace reporter's job?" Luo Chun sighed faintly, fiddling with her slender fingertips helplessly, the way she stood in front of Gongsi , like a child who did something wrong.

Gong Si's movements have always attracted people's attention, and now a newcomer has come back, and it is very strange that this newcomer showed affection to Gong Si at the first time.Especially Gong Si, who has always been kind to others, why is she acting so strange when facing this fragile beauty?

Everyone speculated and couldn't figure out why, until Luo Cheng left the editor's office and said in the direction of Gong Si: "Gong reporter, come into the office!"

Gong Si got up upon hearing the words, staggered away from Luo Chun, and walked into the editor-in-chief's office.

"This is the manuscript that will be rushed out this week. About Rockwell's 20-year growth and memorabilia, you sort it out. It's very messy and messy. Try to limit it to ten title pages. And these photos, added to the text, at most Make a layout of fifteen pages. The layout is limited and the time is short, so I will leave it to you." Luo Cheng said and handed the three full file bags to Gongsi.

Gong Si took it and was about to leave, but Luo Cheng grabbed her, stretched out his hand to her forehead, and said after confirming that she was fine: "If the cold gets worse and you can't do it, you can tell me, and I will let others follow up."

"I'm fine, I'm not so fragile." Gong Si nodded slightly, planning to leave the office.

"When will the palace reporter move back home?" Luo Cheng suddenly raised his voice and asked.

Gong Si paused, then opened the office door and returned to her desk.She really doesn't understand Los Angeles, why she always asks the same inexplicable question.