Provoked by a wealthy family, the emperor's confused wife

Chapter 5 Is this considered hard work?
Two hours later.

Ye Weiwei stood in the office of the Heishan old demon, rubbing his aching nerves, the pain in his head had already overwhelmed the pain in his body.The editor-in-chief called her back and bombarded her for an hour. The shrill voice had already spread through the crack of the door, and everyone in the magazine knew it. Set off firecrackers to celebrate her demise.

Who told her to be so unlucky, not only did she not get half of Joey's hair in the photo, but she was raped by that dead man, and in the end, that dead man sent such a deadly photo to the editor-in-chief.

Don't expect to get out of the body, today, if you can save your life, it's not bad.

Ye Weiwei hooked her head knowingly and let the editor-in-chief yell and scold, her little hands were clenched tightly, her little face was pale, she definitely looked like she had misunderstood her daughter-in-law, but her small eyes fell on the mobile phone at the corner of the editor-in-chief's desk, her heart Fortunately, the dead man didn't choose to send both of them with clear faces, otherwise, I don't know how the editor-in-chief would arrange himself.

It will definitely start from her mother's bad genes and steal her father, and scold her until she is not upright and crooked, and it is shameless to hook up with men.

"Do you understand!" the editor-in-chief asked angrily.

Ye Weiwei suddenly came to his senses, and nodded indiscriminately, although he didn't hear a single word.

"Now, get out of here immediately! If you don't find good news within half a month, write your own resignation letter!"

Threatening oneself to resign is not a matter of a day or two!Ye Weiwei thought in her heart, but her attitude was extremely respectful, and she said dog-leggedly: "Yes, yes, yes."

This is the only place for her to become a reporter, and the only starting point for her to become a war reporter. Although it seems quite far away, for the sake of lofty ideals, no matter how much dissatisfaction she has, she must let go.

Thinking so, she walked out.Her body was sore and sore, especially the area between her legs. That man was a little too ruthless last night.

With a bitter expression on his face, Ye slightly rubbed his sore waist, before he even raised his eyebrows, he heard gossip.

"Saburo is still desperately trying to fool the editor-in-chief with such a thing. I don't want to live anymore."

"I can't help it, whoever calls the reporters of the Green Journal are trash."

Ye slightly pushed open the door of the tea room, and the voices inside stopped abruptly. When they saw her coming in, the gossiping women pursed their lips and laughed meaningfully.

The three people in front of me are the iron triangle of the red magazine, specializing in the next three channels, like to dig out the privacy of celebrities and celebrities to exaggerate, typical gossip makers, turned the good "Discovery" magazine into a gossip club.

But the editor-in-chief admired it very much and insisted on asking the green journal to learn from the red journal, and especially threatened her that if she couldn't find a good material, she would tell her mother to take her home.

Over the years, being bullied openly and covertly by the old Heishan demon, and using it as a threat at every turn, Wei Wei has long been accustomed to it.Alas, there is no way, who told her father to betray her back then?

Unlucky, the first time was lost inexplicably, and today he was so angry again, facing the open provocation of Audio-Technica, Ye Weiwei finally got angry, stared at Audio-Technica with her two beautiful eyes, raised her lips and came: " Who is the trash has yet to be decided, our green journal will definitely defeat your red journal."

After finishing speaking, Ye Weiwei kicked over the stool at the side, walked out of the tea room with high spirits, and walked towards the door under the gaze of countless pairs of red and green eyes.

"Oh, it hurts!" Rubbing her legs, she finally bowed indecently and exhaled the pain in a place where her colleagues couldn't see.Is that man made of tin?Why does every place on her body that he touches hurt like being scorched by an iron block?
He shrugged his head for a moment, and his eyes just turned to the small shop selling milk tea.

"Give me a cup of taro milk tea." As he said, he took out a rectangular wallet and took out a pink picture of Grandpa Mao.But at this moment, he paused and forgot to hand it over.Last night, that man seemed to regard her as some kind of woman. When she woke up in the morning, there was a wad of money by her hand.

(End of this chapter)