Host, You're Targeted

"First of all, I don't know why you're in my house. Secondly, I didn't plan to take your video to threaten you. If you don't believe me, you can check my mobile phone or wechat. Finally, I'm going to work now. If you want to stay at my house, you can stay here. If you don't, you can leave. "

As a reporter, Yan Xiunian had a clear and flexible mind to think about things, and to list the reasons one by one.

However, such a way of speaking sounds to the ears of the speaker, especially from the moment he wakes up, he doesn't believe Yan Xiunian's Cheng Hui.

Seeing Yan Xiunian's expression like this, Cheng Hui would like to smash the pillow on his face.

"If I have to go to work, I won't be with you."

With these words, Yan Xiunian put on the big black cotton padded jacket hanging at the door, and the logo of Lvcheng TV station stabbed Cheng Hui's eyes.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Cheng quickly jumped up from the sofa and rushed at him with a big stride.

With his back to Cheng Hui, Yan Xiunian is walking towards the entrance. Cheng Hui bumps him straight on his back and nearly flies him.

Yan Xiunian, a good reporter of the new era, resisted the impulse to crack his rude words. He held the wooden shoe cabinet in the porch, and could barely hold his body staggering forward.

Yan Xiunian rubbed his back, which was hit by Cheng Hui. He looked at Cheng Hui without expression, and said, "I'm sorry What are you doing, Cheng Hui? Am I clear enough? "

Cheng Hui also stood up straight. Yan Xiunian found that the man was upright and his waist was several centimeters higher than him.

When Cheng Hui sweeps his eyes, Yan Xiunian suddenly feels a chill on his back.

At that moment, he seemed to see a black cat with its back curled up and grinning at him. It was not only full of ferocity, but also full of momentum.

"To tell you the truth, I don't believe you." Cheng Hui grabbed Yan Xiunian's arm and squeezed it tightly. "I don't believe journalists. A casual remark from your reporter can induce public opinion in the whole society. No matter what you say is true or false, most people will choose to believe it. But I am the small part of people who can't see the truth and will not choose to trust. I don't trust journalists, I don't believe you. "

Yan Xiunian felt that Cheng Hui's theory was unreasonable. He opened his mouth and was about to refute it. Cheng Hui suddenly pulled him in front of him.

Yan Xiunian almost bumped the process back into his arms. If he didn't, he pressed his shoulder with his other hand to prevent him from bumping into himself.

Yan Xiunian was so angry with Cheng Hui that he asked Cheng Hui, "so what do you want to do? You asked me to explain what I said. I explained it to you, and you said you didn't believe me. What else do you want me to do? Go ahead, please. I'll stay with you to the end, OK? "

Cheng Hui is not a man who can only think without reason. Seeing Cheng Hui's frankness, he also said bluntly: "I don't believe what you said because it's one side of you. I don't have any memory. I only believe that whatever I see, there must be evidence for everything. There must be monitoring at your door. I'll make a request, and the monitoring will come out to me to see what the truth is, and there will be in the monitoring. "

Yan Xiunian raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was exactly 7:30.

There is still a moment before work time, and he can accompany the young master to linger in the monitoring room.