Chief Press Officer

"Bao Guozhen contacted his son before he died."

"What did he say? Did you say the cause of your death? "

Zhou Muze did not deny that Wei Zhe was suddenly excited, "then I go to find Bao Guozhen's ex-wife and son?"

"The man has been found and will be back in two days."

"Then I'll pick them up?" Wei Zhe rubbed his hands to make up for his mistake.

"Your face is so conspicuous that it's easy to reveal your whereabouts when you pick them up."

"What can I do?" Wei Zhe is doubting his own value.

"Not busy at work?"

Wei Zhe an exciting spirit, "busy busy busy, busy fly."

Zhou Muze hung up the phone. It was already three o'clock in the morning. There was no star child in the dark. The cold wind was howling, and the cold winter was getting closer and closer.

Push open the bedroom door, warm yellow light, Qin Yi curled up under the quilt, white face with a faint red, such as seaweed like black hair scattered on the pillow, sleeping face peaceful and peaceful.

This curtain falls in the eyes of men, is the world's most beautiful and warm picture.

He gently raised the quilt and lay beside Qin Yi.

The weight of the man makes the mattress tilt a little. Qin Yi seems to feel something in her sleep. Subconsciously, she leans over and feels the familiar breath. She lies in the man's arms and sleeps soundly.

Before long, the reporter published the information about her taking over the spokesperson hotline again, and successfully grabbed a hot spot in the topic of apology of sun weekly, so a large number of phone calls came again.

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