When Ran Bingbing passed Yingyue Road, she purposely made a detour in front of Luo Tianyun's small second-floor building. She imagined that one day she would become the hostess of this building, and she felt a kind of joy blooming in her heart. As soon as she got off work, she called Luan Xiaoxue. In the past few days, she had been collecting all the newspapers of Luo Tianyun in Wu Du City like crazy. She had even found some newspapers in the newspaper office's sundry room. She had put in a lot of effort. For Ran Bingbing, who had been working for two years, this time, she was really stimulated by her own imagination and ideas. For the mayor of a city, there was probably no gift more surprising than this.
Luan Xiaoxue found Ran Bingbing's home according to the address that Ran Bingbing gave her. In fact, it was not far from Yingyue Road. Of course, if she went through the small path near Yingyue Road, However, Luan Xiaoxue took the main road. She took a big detour before she found the building for the staff of Wu Du Daily that Ran Bingbing had mentioned. In fact, it was in a very old-fashioned house in the courtyard of Wu Du Daily.
Ran Bingbing stood at the gate of the courtyard and waited for Luan Xiaoxue. Then, she took her to her home. Because she came at the right time, the newspaper office was building a new building. The senior reporters had all moved to the new building, and Ran Bingbing was also given an old house. For someone who had just started working, she was very satisfied. However, after only one year, Ran Bingbing began to envy Gu Yanling's duplex building. She repeatedly asked Gu Yanling to find rich second generations for her. After one year, there were always people who dated, but those who got married all ran away when they heard the news. After all that, Ran Bingbing was afraid of these rich second-generation heirs and turned to fight against the uncle-level characters. As soon as she heard that Luo Tianyun's wife and daughter were in a car accident, she was secretly happy. As long as there was a report about Luo Tianyun, she would secretly change shifts with the reporters who followed her. After a while, Luo Tianyun remembered her and even specially invited her to have dinner with him. This action really encouraged Ran Bingbing. The idea of chasing after Luo Tianyun was like a blooming peony, blooming magnificently.
Luan Xiaoxue had been following Ran Bingbing the whole time. She didn't even ask who owned the house. Luan Xiaoxue didn't say a word until Ran Bingbing opened the door.
As soon as he Ran Bingbing entered the house, he pulled Luan Xiaoxue aside and said, "Let's tour my home."
The house had two bedrooms and one living room. It was very spacious for Ran Bingbing to live alone. However, Ran Bingbing only tidied up one room. The other room was filled with junk and books. She saw that Luan Xiaoxue didn't look at her bedroom but looked at the storeroom. She smiled embarrassedly and said, "Writing is too tiring. I really don't want to tidy up the room."
Luan Xiaoxue smiled. Just when she was about to say something, her phone rang. She saw that it was Ma Yingjie and hung up. Ran Bingbing looked at Luan Xiaoxue strangely and asked, "Who called? Why didn't you pick up?"
"A friend from the south. Since he left, he didn't want to contact me. "Luan Xiaoxue lied without thinking. She realized that lying was so easy.
Ran Bingbing said, "Oh." He seemed to understand. Turning around and entering the bedroom, Luan Xiaoxue quickly sent a message to Ma Yingjie: I'm at Ran Bingbing's house. It's not convenient.
Ran Bingbing took out a pile of newspapers and threw them on the floor. Yuan Hou pointed at the newspapers and said, "Luan Xiaoxue, cut out all the news articles with Mo Nanzheng's name and photo." As he said this, he took out a newspaper and pointed at a close-up photo. "Luan Xiaoxue, look carefully. This is Luo Tianyun."
"Okay." Luan Xiaoxue nodded. She started to work. She was very serious, as if she was cutting her favorite window decorations during the Spring Festival. She couldn't help but take a few more glances at the newspapers with Luo Tianyun's photo. The more she looked, the more she realized that this man wasn't old at all. He was in his forties, but he looked like he was in his early thirties. Her heart actually started to beat faster. This made her sneak a glance at Ran Bingbing, who was writing on the computer in the bedroom. Fortunately, Ran Bingbing's back was facing her, so he couldn't see her expression. Only then did she feel a little more at ease.
News articles about Luo Tianyun jumped out under Luan Xiaoxue's scissors. Only then did she realize that being a mayor was a very tiring thing. There were endless meetings, endless visits, and there were also major events and public affairs to deal with. As these news articles jumped into her eyes, she found that she admired Luo Tianyun a lot.
Luan Xiaoxue put down a newspaper. Just as she was about to pick up another one, her scissors fell to the ground with a bang. She listened carefully, and it turned out to be thunder. It was going to rain heavily. The weather was fine in the afternoon, but now it suddenly changed. It was really like a child's face, changing too fast. Luan Xiaoxue remembered that her clothes were still hanging on the roof. She quickly stood up and said to Ran Bingbing, who was writing, "Bing Bing, it's going to rain. I'm leaving. I'll help you tomorrow night."
Ran Bingbing walked out of the bedroom. She didn't ask Luan Xiaoxue to stay. She didn't want to sleep in the same bed with Luan Xiaoxue again. But she still pretended to say, "When I decorate a little better, I'll bring you over to stay for a few days."
Luan Xiaoxue also knew that Ran Bingbing wasn't telling the truth, but she didn't take it seriously. She nodded casually, opened the door, and quickly went downstairs. She was really worried about what to wear tomorrow if her clothes got wet.
Ray roared again and again. Luan Xiaoxue couldn't bear to hit him, so she madly ran. The passersby and taxis all looked at her curiously. She didn't care about these strange gazes. She just thought that she shouldn't get her clothes wet. Originally, she had brought a few sets of clothes with her, but two of the better ones had been stolen from the rooftop. Now, there were only two sets of old clothes that had been worn for several years that no one cared about.
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