Haunted by a super flirtatious little milk dog

Along the way, Bentong's right arm was hurting, and when the lights were shifting, he gritted his teeth and used his right hand to push the gear lever.When he arrived at the TV station, Bentong was in no mood to eat. He locked the car, wrapped his clothes tightly, and walked towards the office.

Along the way, Ben Dong always felt that there were many unfamiliar eyes on him. They were colleagues from the TV station that he did not know were looking at him.

But the strange thing is that every time he raised his head to look back at the other party, he couldn't catch a chance to look at each other.

All the way to the work station, before Ben Dong sat down, Zhang Yi ran to his side, put his shoulders on him and pushed him onto the seat.

"What's wrong? Sister."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yi frowned, his voice lowered, "You were surrounded by your peers this morning?"

Ben Dong immediately understood what happened. With the Internet so developed today, it only takes a few seconds for a news to be exposed, not to mention the time he drove from home to work.

"It's not my company, they don't deserve to be my company." Wen Dong kept a cold face, and he was uncomfortable with the pain in his right arm.

"Look at the video, maybe Master Ma will summon you soon." Zhang Yi handed the phone to Ben Dongjiu, "Those people must have known about your flesh and blood, your name , occupation, work unit, home address, all of them are clear. And the one you beat up..."

Zhang Yi stopped talking, and just signaled Bendong to watch the video.

This was obviously edited maliciously by someone with ulterior motives. This video, which is only a few tens of seconds long, only captures Ben Tong frowning and shouting "Get out of the way", violently pushing the reporter away, maliciously kicking people, and yelling "Fuck off" Drive", and finally drove away in the car.

This video was posted on Weibo for a short time, but it has already received hundreds of thousands of hits.

Many netizens who didn't know the truth left messages, cursing the man in the video for beating and swearing in broad daylight because he is the lover of JY's heir, and even driving a luxury car, he is a shameless little boy.

Some people called him a disgusting homosexual, a little lover who sells his ass dared to beat people in the street, he should be arrested and tortured.

Wen Dong was so angry that he had a headache, and his right arm was throbbing. If this was his own cell phone, he would have thrown it away long ago.

After returning the phone to Zhang Yi, Ben Dong was called by Director Ma before he had time to deal with her various problems.

He scolded all over his head and covered his face, regardless of the cause of the incident or the history of the conflict. Director Ma just grabbed Wendong and kicked and cursed people, and he scolded him bloody.

Unexpectedly, Ben Dong didn't feel wronged, he just regretted that he didn't kick the person who hit his arm with the car door harder, he should have kicked the person who hit his arm with the car door more, so that the opponent couldn't even stand up.

"Ben Dong!" It seemed that Wen Dong was running away, and Director Ma slapped the table vigorously, "You are a journalist, what should you do and what should not be done in the face of an interview, what will the author use to make a fuss about, etc. Do you still need me to teach you!"

"I don't care who is right or who is wrong, and I don't care about the cause and effect. Now that the news is out, you, as a reporter for ZCTV, do you know what bad influence your behavior has caused on the TV station! Do you know how much manpower and financial resources the public relations department will spend to get your news out? Wipe your ass clean!"

Ben Dong bit his lip and said nothing.

Director Ma scolded for a long time, a little tired, maybe a little distressed, in short, he frowned and stopped cursing, just waved his hand, and said wearily: "That's it, before the matter subsides, the news of JY Group's transportation route You don't have to follow, I will let Xiao Peng take over."

"Master Ma!" Wen Dong finally lost his temper, "JY Group's airline contract will be signed soon, and it will be big news when their president comes back. All the preliminary work has been laid, and soon..."

"I've already made up my mind!" Mr. Ma frowned, obviously impatient, "Don't have anything to do with JY Group until your matter is completely settled."

All efforts stop here, and Wen Dong is not afraid of being scolded, criticized, or wronged, but he is afraid that after all his efforts, it will be in vain in the end.

All the materials related to the JY Group were handed over to Xiao Peng, and Wen Dong had been lacking energy all day. He suddenly wanted to hear Gong Cheng's voice, but it was still late at night in Country M, and Gong Cheng should still be sleeping.

Thinking of the fact that the other party had been on a plane for more than ten hours and had jet lag in the past, Wen Dong couldn't bear to disturb Gong Cheng's rest, so he just sent a message to Gong Cheng, asking him to call him back when he woke up , Said that he missed him.

It's really thinking, it's the kind of thinking that hurts the whole heart.

After finally getting off work, Wen Dong didn't wait for Gong Cheng's call, but instead received a call from He Zihuai.

He Zihuai said that he needed to communicate with Bentong about the news about the route, and when he mentioned this, he was upset and refused directly.

"Assistant He, the head of the TV station has asked me to hand over the work related to JY to other colleagues. If there is something that needs to be reported, I can give you the contact information of the responsible colleague later, and you can get in touch."

"Oh?" He Zihuai sounded surprised, "What's going on? Reporter Wen did a good job, why did he suddenly change?"

Wen Dong didn't want to say more: "The decision of the station. I will send you the phone number of the person in charge..."

"Wait a minute!" He Zihuai was afraid of Wendong, so he hung up the phone directly, "Reporter Wen, what I want to tell you is related to Gong Cheng and the future of JY Group. Are you sure you want me to tell someone who is not Do you know any reporters?"

Half an hour later, Ben Dong came to the restaurant that He Zihuai had reserved at the appointment.

This is a very expensive French restaurant, I know it in Bentong, but I have never been there.

A table full of goose gras, red wine, and big snails, Bentong has no appetite at all.

"Assistant He, what did you tell me on the phone?" Wen Dong cut to the chase.

"I heard that journalists often can't guarantee three regular meals, which is very bad for the health." He Zihuai was not in a hurry, he cut the steak on his plate into small pieces, and then naturally changed it to Wen Wen. Dongjiu, "Although journalists are young, they should take care of themselves."

Wen Dong frowned, he was not used to He Zihuai's inexplicable familiarity.

"Assistant He, if you have something to say, you may as well speak up."

He Zihuai smiled. He raised his glass and took a sip of red wine gracefully, then bent down and took out a kraft paper bag from his document bag, and put it on the table.

"Reporter Wen, I advise you to read it after eating. The things in this may turn your appetite a little bit."

These words are simply an invitation to Bentong to open the file bag as soon as possible.

There was a stack of photos in the bag, and when I took it out, it turned out to be Gong Cheng's photo.

In the photo, Gong Cheng was wearing a pure black suit, standing with another blond foreign man.The two held their glasses of wine in their hands and whispered intimately, with faint smiles on their faces.

Ben Dong flipped through these photos one by one, his hands trembling a little.

The last one is a picture of two people kissing.The foreign man leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowed intoxicated, while Gong Cheng stood straight, leaving only his back for the camera.

This posture, this position, if it’s not a kiss, what else could it be?

Wen Dong tried his best to restrain his trembling hands, turned the photo down on the table, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Reporter Wen, don't misunderstand." He Zihuai smiled apologetically, and then showed an extremely sincere expression, "I just want you to know what Gong Cheng is doing behind your back."

"Did he tell you to go to country M to sign the airline contract, and you can't go there? But did he tell you that the Alan he wants to meet when he goes to country M is his boyfriend when he was in school?"

Ben Dong felt that a corner of his world collapsed suddenly, and the brittle bricks and tiles pierced his internal organs directly, causing him to have difficulty breathing due to the pain.

But He Zihuai didn't intend to let him go.

"And you may not know that Gong Cheng has been in touch with Alan before going abroad this time. As far as I know, the two of them have video calls every day, maybe for work or for other things."

"Besides, Mr. He mentioned before that other professionals in the company would be responsible for communicating with Alan's personnel and advancing the contract process, but Gong Cheng flatly rejected them without even thinking about it."

"Of course I thought he was here for work. Now that I think about it, he may be here for other things."

Ben Tong's hand on the photo was tightly clenched into a fist, and even the knuckles turned gray.

"Why do you have these photos?" Wen Dong braced himself and asked, "Gong Cheng is in country M, so why do you have these photos!"

"Boss He spent money to stop it." He Zihuai said calmly, "The news about you and Gong Cheng today had a bad influence on JY. Gong Cheng's side happened to be photographed like this , Mr. He has no choice but to suppress these temporarily."

"Impossible!" Wen Dong kept yelling from the voice in his heart. He didn't want to speak out, but he couldn't control it. These words were like seedlings of weeds in spring, eagerly burrowing out of the ground and coming to the world.

"Gong Cheng is impossible for him, he won't do this."

Wen Dong couldn't believe it, the detailed past of him and Gong Cheng had already been soaked into the bone marrow, his Gong Cheng was so kind, so dedicated, so affectionate, how could he kiss other men behind his back? ?

But that photo...

"Know people, know face, but don't know heart." He Zihuai took Wen Dong's hand that had been placed on the table, and held it firmly, as if to comfort him, "Dongji, my brother is that kind of person, he just plays around and doesn't let go of anything." In my eyes, with his family background and appearance, how can such a person know how to be single-minded and responsible?"

"If you don't believe me, you can call and confront. I also want to know how my brother will answer."

Ben Dong felt that his throat was about to smoke, and the photos under his hand seemed to turn into red-hot coals, burning him to ashes.He withdrew his hand suddenly, stood up with the corner of the table, and said hoarsely, "I'm going to the bathroom."

After speaking, he staggered and fled.

He Zihuai leaned back on the seat and looked at Wen Dongjiu's back, smiled with satisfaction, then took out his phone and replied a message.

"The photo was taken very well, and the effect is also very good. The Gong Cheng you want will be yours soon."

Wen Dong hid in the innermost compartment of the bathroom, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and the first thing he saw was the message from Gong Cheng.

"Busy, talk back."

Look at my last article again.

"Wake up and call me back. I miss you and want to tell you something."

Ben Dong leaned against the door panel of the bathroom and lifted his head feebly.

He bit his lip tightly, and the hands holding the phone couldn't help shaking.

After an unknown period of time, Wen Dong felt that he had torn all the emotions called self-esteem and trust in his chest, and trembling, he dialed Gong Cheng's phone number.