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Although the voice was not loud, the respectful girl beside her still heard those two names.

"Editor-in-chief, do you know...the two people in the video?"

"Well, it's just two pests."

"..."

The outstretched hand froze slightly, obviously the editor-in-chief didn't do anything, but the girl beside her suddenly felt a strong pressure.

Like a rabbit nestled next to a tiger, she has tried her best not to be nervous, but the girl's voice still has a slight trill:

"Master, editor-in-chief, this video is very popular, let's follow up..."

"Need not."

Shaking his head, the editor-in-chief returned the tablet to the girl.

"Although I don't know why they suddenly choose to show their faces, but they will not post this kind of video again in the future. Even though the popularity is very high now, it will come down after a while. Compared with following up on this, the last time I asked you Are you done with the interview?"

"That, that..." The girl took a step back, and in the next second, she bent ninety degrees, looking like a student who didn't hand in her homework in time:

"I'm going to sort out the materials from the last interview now!"

After all, the girl ran out of the door without looking back.

In the office, looking at the direction in which the girl left, the editor-in-chief shook his head.

Leaning gently on the back of the chair, she took out the photo that she regarded as a treasure.

In the photo, it was An Lun who had quite plump hair three years ago.

"Commander, I can finally be alone with you again. In that world, there must be no such annoying pests, right?"

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Outside the office, the girl who escaped death was breathing heavily as if she had just finished a [-]-meter run.

The other colleagues cast sympathetic glances at him.

But there is no way, who made the girl out of the game of rock-paper-scissors just now?

"Having said that, the editor-in-chief's aura is really scary. Just staying by her side makes me feel like I'm just a pest that can be easily crushed to death by her."

"Who says it's not? She's obviously a rare beauty, but her personality is too..."

"Hush—keep down, let me tell you. I, but I heard that a large part of the reason why the editor-in-chief became like this is because she became a widow at a young age."

"Ehhh?!"

"You should have noticed that the editor-in-chief stares at the photo during his lunch break every day, right? I heard that it is the editor-in-chief's husband who died young."

"In short, let's try not to provoke the editor-in-chief. With her tricks, we are likely to lose our jobs without knowing it."

"That's right, let's go, let's go eat."

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After dealing with the matter of the sponsor, seeing that it was still early, An Lun simply took Guanghui and Fusang to the vegetable market.

Yesterday, Fusang expressed that he wanted to come with him, but because he needed to see the mountain city, he did not go down the mountain in the end.But today, she doesn't have so many worries.

By the way, there will be a lot more ingredients that need to be purchased today than usual.

Because in a little while, Tennessee will go to the shrine with borrowed manpower to help.

As for the voluntary helpers, An Lun couldn't bear to let them go hungry.

I came to the place where I bought fish yesterday with ease, but the strange thing is that not only A Xing, but even A Qiang didn't seem to be out of the stall today.

"Aqiang's daughter seems to have committed a crime and was taken to prison. He has been busy with family affairs recently, so he probably won't be out of business."

It was the owner of the stall opposite who spoke.

He seems to be about the same height as Ah Qiang, with brilliant blond hair.

Although it is a bit strange to open a bakery in a vegetable market, the business is surprisingly good.

"By the way, this is what Ah Qiang asked me to hand over to you." Saying so, the bakery owner threw a large piece of flour over: "The freshly baked Hokkaido toast."

"Wait, wait a minute, Mr. Brando, this, this...isn't that good?" Guanghui looked quite embarrassed.After all, every time she came here, someone would give her something, which always made her feel a little weird.

"Don't worry, it's just a piece of bread, it's not a big deal. Besides, do you think I will remember how much bread I baked today?"

"Anyway, thank you, Mr. Brando."

Probably because he is used to Guanghui's high popularity, compared to the previous two times, An Lun seemed much more natural to accept gifts from these enthusiastic bosses this time.

Of course, he has also quietly made up his mind that in the future, he will not buy bread from Mr. Brando's house!