Begonia sleepless tonight

After staying up almost all night, Yan Ruyi delivered the press release to Xu Huaiyuan's office early in the morning.

Xu Huaiyuan braced his glasses, carefully reading her "masterpiece", with a complicated expression, "This manuscript is very good, I should give you a reward, but..."

At a turning point, Yan Ruyi had a premonition that "my son will die young".

Sure enough, Xu Huaiyuan raised his head, "This news cannot be broadcast."

"Why?" Yan Ruyi couldn't figure it out. She thought she had a year of writing experience, and this matter was indeed worth discussing in society, so there was no reason why she couldn't pass the trial.

"Xiaoyan." Xu Huaiyuan stood beside her, hooking her shoulders affectionately, "We have a more suitable subject, so I will wrong you this time. The news is good news, and the bonus will not be small, don't worry!"

"Editor-in-Chief, it's not about bonuses, this..."

Yan Ruyi broke free from Xu Huaiyuan's hookup without leaving any traces, tried her best to explain, only hoped that her hard work would pay off, that old lady was bumped like that, not to mention humiliated by Zhuang Ruoxi, the old lady was hospitalized, and Zhuang Ruoxi didn't even bother to visit the doctor.
She knew that Zhuang Ruoxi was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, and her heart was arrogant. Since her family education is not good, she should be criticized by the public and supervised by public opinion!

"Okay, Xiaoyan, the company has already made other arrangements, so don't worry about it, you see, you didn't pursue your fault for the trouble you caused in Mengfan, did you?"

Xu Huaiyuan spoke so earnestly, it was useless to say that Ruyi's words were worn out, and he was ready to leave the office angrily. Xu Huaiyuan answered the phone, nodded and bowed instantly, "Yes, I am, Master Jiu also asked Ms. Lin to say a few nice words, and sent the reporter over there She's an intern and doesn't know the rules..."

Still pursuing?Was Jiang Jiuye only satisfied if he forced her to lose this job?
Yan Ruyi is very angry, there are problems in Mengfan Company, it is obvious, but the media dare not disclose it!
Therefore, knowing that the subject of the interview was Mengfan, she participated in the press conference without hesitation even though she knew that her identity might be exposed.

She was holding the doorknob, with her back to Xu Huaiyuan. Xu Huaiyuan's expression froze, and his tone turned into surprise, "You mean, let her enter Mengfan and investigate further?"

Yan Ruyi turned around in a daze, Xu Huaiyuan waved at her while dealing with Lin Wenya, "Of course it's a great honor, why don't you want to, I'll send someone there for you."

what's the situation?
Didn't Master Jiang Jiu want to put her to death?

Seeing Yan Ruyi's veiled face, Xu Huaiyuan pushed her shoulders, "You heard me, tidy up, tidy up, Assistant Lin will come to pick you up soon."

Yan Ruyi, Second Monk Zhang, wanted to see what Jiang Jiuye had ordered. The soldiers came to cover him with water and earth, would he be able to eat himself?
　 Lin Wenya drove here in person. Like last time, she looked at her from head to toe presumptuously, her attitude changed, and her tone became softer, "Get in the car."

Yan Ruyi remained silent, sitting in the back seat, and Lin Wenya looked up from the rearview mirror from time to time.

She was still in the black and white lady's suit from yesterday, with her ponytail up. This journalist is clean and dashing, with good-looking features. What is so outstanding about him? Why does Master Jiu ask her to pick her up in person?

With the car window lowered slightly, there was a refreshing wind blowing on his cheeks. Yan Ruyi felt Lin Wenya's gaze, but pretended to enjoy the scenery that passed by the roadside with ease.

"Miss Yan, at such a young age, it's rare to have the courage to speak freely. You must have grown up spoiled?" In the quiet carriage, Lin Wenya casually made an opening remark.

pet?
Yan Ruyi's eyes dimmed a bit, she never knew what it was like to be loved.

"Assistant Lin, if you have anything to say, you may as well speak up."

Yan Ruyi's heart is like a mirror, this assistant Lin is probably curious about Jiang Jiucheng's operations, and is just curious about her.

Lin Wenya marveled secretly, this girl looks very dull, but she has a very keen sense of smell, and her anti-detection ability is good.

She looked back from the rearview mirror and smiled back, "It's nothing, just chatting."

Yan Ruyi doesn't expose it, one thing more is worse than one thing less, people who don't need to meet, don't bother to waste a word.

Arriving at Mengfan Media, Yan Ruyi glanced at his watch habitually, it was exactly eleven o'clock at noon.

Standing in the shadow of skyscrapers, looking up, Mengfan Media, which rises spirally into the sky, is the landmark of Suiyuan City.

Ninth Master... is right here.

"Miss Yan, please."

Lin Wenya's attitude is very respectful. She has been with Master Jiu for three years. What she knows is that no one can escape unscathed after provoking Master Jiu, let alone have a chance to appear in front of Master Jiu after provoking him.

Words wishful, unusual.

The 67th floor, President's Office.

As the elevator climbed straight up, the scenery of the entire Suiyuan City was arc-shaped at the feet, and the pedestrians on the street looked like ants from a bird's eye view.

She has lived in Jiang's house for ten years, and she has never set foot in Mengfan Media, this is the first time she has experienced it.

Lin Wenya took her to the entrance of the president's office. The blackout curtains in the huge office were tightly drawn, and the lights were not turned on.

"Bam—"

Lin Wenya, who was behind her, closed the door sensibly, and Yan Ruyi shrank in shock.

There was no one in the office, except for the coffee table, sofa, desk, and filing cabinet, there was only a fish tank embedded in the wall.

Yan Ruyi looked left and right, hesitated for a long time and took a step forward.

"Hello?"

No one responded.

"Mr. Jiang?"

No one agreed.

"Ninth Master?"

At this time, the man's deep and mellow bubble voice came from the position by the window, "It's rare, I just remember who I am now?"

Yan Ruyi's heart tightened suddenly, and the man's slender fingertips gently pushed aside the corner of the curtain, the bright sunlight lengthened the light and shadow, and the things in the man's palm were reflected in Yan Ruyi's pupils, which suddenly made her terrified.

"It seems that you don't intend to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors."

The man raised his thin lips teasingly. In the palm of his hand was an octagonal box, Grandma Yan's urn!