“I am a farmer uncle.”
“?”
Jiang Qin touched his neck, his fingertips were slightly slippery: “Holy crap, where did you learn to grow strawberries?”
Ding Xue pointed viciously at the man outside the mirror, his expression full of hatred.
Seeing that scene, Director Gu got up from the sofa, called Xiaojia out to greet him, and helped reporters and photographers carry equipment.
Feng Nanshu looked at him with smart eyes: “Sister Ding Xue taught me.”
Damn it, you are such a bastard, you actually want to chase your station beauty, you are dreaming!
By noon, the entire joint interview room was finally decorated.
It seems that we are going to interview with provocation this morning, but I can’t blame the rich woman. Everyone knows that 207 is a moral depression. Even a stubborn person like Professor Yan can’t handle it. How can he expect a stupid rich woman.
It wasn’t until ten o’clock, when the night was getting darker, that Ding Xue finally came to life, pinched your bad friend’s pink face, picked you up from his arms, and hurriedly sent you back to the dormitory.
“On the night we went to the farmhouse? No, didn’t you say you didn’t learn anything good?”
The one who doesn’t lean over the window sill and look into the window, doesn’t lean against the wall with one hand in his pocket, or leans over to tug at his collar. The shapes are all different and each is chic.
The ten female students at the radio station breathed a sigh of relief and squatted in the corner to finish their rest.
Director Gu of the Guangdong Education Center stretched his waist and couldn’t help but feel a little sore. He said to himself that dozens of people had been busy all afternoon, not for Ding Xue at all. Since the establishment of the Linchuan Primary School, no student in the school had ever suffered that kind of pain. Treatment.
“Damn it, is he so knowledgeable?”
But what makes the girls at the broadcast station feel strange is that the station beauty seems to be very happy today, she always loses focus suddenly, and her smile looks weak.
Feng Nanshu felt a little guilty, but still said confidently: “I just didn’t learn how to do it, so I didn’t succeed.”
“Lao Jiang, what happened to his neck?”
Some of those cars have the logo of Linchuan TV station, some of them have the logo of Linchuan People’s Livelihood, Linchuan Daily, Linchuan Youth Daily, Linchuan Finance, and Financial Eye, all of which are mainstream in Linchuan several media outlets.
“You learned something bad today.”
“Damn, that Yao Junjie is such a sucker. Ever since I recorded a reading program next time, he has been coming here every day to bring milk tea to the station ladies. It’s so cute.”
There is a camera, which is very heavy when held back, a soft light lamp, which is very heavy when held back, and a male reporter, which is also very heavy when held up, but students who want to be hugged will also be hugged.
At the same time, Liu Feng returned to the dormitory holding his neck, and happened to meet Cao Guangyu’s eyes looking at the door.
“We are having such a small battle today. Who are we going to interview?”