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Wen She wore the clothes of Yan Jin's white car and sat on the co-pilot, "Go directly to the airport or have dinner first?"

"Beep beep beep-"

A low-key Volkswagen in the back flashed double flashes and kept pressing the car number. Wen She took out his mobile phone and typed a few lines quickly, and the car number sound disappeared.

"Eat." Wen She brushed her hair upwards, and then fumbled for chewing gum from her pocket, "Anyue Hotel, take a bath first and then eat."

"When is their flight?" Jian Li stared at her watch.

"The plane at night." Wen She patted the clothes on his lap lightly. Although there was no dust on them, he always felt dirty after not changing them for a few days. It will be longer."

"Why... you want to go together?" Yan Jinbai put his hands on the steering wheel.

Wen She didn't turn her head, but still looked at the front, "I don't want to go to see them, but I want to know the final result."

An Yue Hotel——

The manager rubbed his hands and stood at the door, and when he saw the Volkswagen coming, he ran over to open the door.

Looking at the scene, Wen She lowered her eyes and smiled, and got off Yan Jinbai's car. The manager saw the driver in the Volkswagen, and smiled awkwardly at Wen She, "Master Wen Wen."

"Don't call me young master." Wen She looked at the manager with disgust.

"Little boss?" The manager said flatteringly, "Everything has been arranged, and the bath water is well dried."

"Just call me Wen She." Wen She pointed to Yan Jinbai and Jian Li, "These two are my friends, treat them well."

"Don't worry." The manager bowed ninety degrees, and Wen She strode into the hotel.

The only seven-star hotel in this city is actually owned by Wen She's family, Jian Li couldn't help laughing foolishly.

"What did you think of?" Yan Jinbai gave the car keys to Daibo.

Jian Li turned her eyes slightly, "I don't know why the people I met these few times are all the richest people. I'm so lucky."

When you are a reporter, you will meet all kinds of people, pass by in their lives and experiences, and slowly settle down, and eventually they will become the unique temperament in your body and become her irreplaceable.

Yan Jinbai fondled her hair, "It's luck to meet them."

Jian Li's mind was filled with the temperature of Yan Jinbai's hand just now, and she said with some sweetness, "I always feel that when people meet and communicate with each other, if they can leave a deep impression, they will leave a deep impression on our hearts and souls." If something is injected into them, our original appearance will be different because of their appearance, which is why people's temperament will change."

Most of the time, what Jian Li said was simple, but she always came up with a sentence, a profound word that even Yan Jinbai hadn't thought about.

"Yeah." Yan Jinbai responded softly, probably she had been alone for a long time, and it was because she had been alone for a long time that she thought deeply about the problem, "During this time, I I read a lot of reports you wrote, and the things you wrote are very in-depth.”

Jian Li's heart jumped timidly, the words she said were very different from the words she wrote, and when she used to write news, she would always add some of her feelings to herself.

Anyone who is careful enough can understand her mood at that time.

"Read a lot?" Jian Li repeated, "It was all written before, and the writing style is not good."

"Very good." Yan Jinbai was thinking about those beautiful words, as if an old acquaintance was telling him about Jian Li's past, when he was happy, when he was sad, when he stood in the right place, When to stand in the wrong person's shoes.

She has always been a person with very delicate emotions, and she expresses these words perfectly, no wonder she always puts herself in other people's perspective to see everything clearly.

It's just that she doesn't want to look at her heart. If she cares too much, those injuries will definitely be infinitely magnified in her heart.

I can't help but feel sorry for the person in front of me, "To be a reporter, you must also be able to speak and write. When you speak out, you have an on-the-spot stress response. The main thing is to rely on wit. Writing is often based on the situation in your mind, slowly sculpting Come out, you have done a good job in every aspect, I remember that many reporters will become writers in the end, have you ever thought about it?"

Jian Li's eyes flickered, why does he always understand so well, "Well, if the writing is good enough, one day, I will write it, but now, I can't empty out the things in my heart, wait a minute , When will I be able to look at all affairs from an objective point of view, that kind of point of view is the most correct."

Journalists, writers, actors, and screenwriters need more sensibility and more rationality. They must know how to look at things from each individual, and they must also stand on the overall situation.

But she has seen too little, and the knot in her heart has not been let go, and it will take a long time to hone.

Yan Jinbai looked at her determined look, and slightly rubbed the tip of the pen on her head, "Mm, the smell of ink, so it's this smell."

Jian Li raised her head just in time to meet Yan Jinbai's tightly closed eyes, because her hair was combed very well, like a high school student, Jian Li just stretched out her hand.

"Cough, cough, cough." The manager blew against the cold wind of the rainy day for a long time, and finally couldn't help coughing. He can understand young people's love, and he can understand it regardless of the occasion.

But. He kept watching, feeling really uncomfortable. The handsome men and beautiful women seemed to be laughing at his youth.

Jian Li hurriedly put her hand down, Yan Jinbai seemed to wake up from a dream, smelling the fragrance, where did her thoughts go?
He, a doctor who had been abstinent for many years, would actually be in front of the hotel.
Pulling Jian Li into the hotel, the manager quickly followed behind, "You two wait a moment, our Young Master Wen will be down soon, you two have dinner together."

In the private room——

Yan Jinbai looked at the huge room and the huge table, thinking that he was indulging in the fragrance of Jian Li just now.

Jane Li, your fragrance really fascinates me.

My heart can't stop beating, fate let me meet you, it must be because I want many things to happen.

Jian Li's mind was full of the moment when Yan Jinbai closed his eyes just now, he really looked good, his skin was good, he didn't look like a doctor at all, but a high school student.

Thinking that such a person likes her and is different from others, like winning the lottery, she couldn't help laughing out loud, she gently opened her palm, looked at the longest love line, "Fate is so kind to me, so good. It's so good to meet you." I thought silently in my heart.

Even if two people in love are just together, even if they don't talk, the atmosphere is different. The manager looked at the backs of the two people, standing aside like a clown, sighed slightly, and muttered softly, "I I have never wanted to take my wife with me like this, and looking at them, I think of when my wife and I were young, how time flies."

"Bang!", the door was opened by two people, and Wen She came in from outside in a slim suit, "Sorry for the long wait."

People depend on their clothes. If there were some shadows of students in Wenshe before, they are gone now, and they have a fierce aura.

PS: Dr. Yan's Weibo: Go, let's go further afield together.