Chapter 949 She is a reporter (3)

However, after careful consideration, she held back.

Shu Yue simply regarded herself as a passerby and made an expression that she didn't understand very well.

I don’t know it, I haven’t seen it, I don’t know!

The fried meatballs are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, so delicious.

Normal people would find it embarrassing to think this way, but is Gu Xici a normal person?

Shu Yue's level was not enough in front of her. She knew that Shu Yue was not cooperating with her, and she thought that it might be a child who is forgetful and does not remember who she is. She did not want to lose face in front of outsiders. She This time Shu Yue said her own thing without waiting for her to speak.

She pretended to go back and forth with the girl pushing her wheelchair, praising Shuyue over and over again. Shuyue in the center felt like a tool, like she was being praised like someone in a shop window. Ornaments.

One said what the origin of this thing is, and the other said, this thing is really good, it deserves to come from somewhere.

There is a lot of movement here. Although the yard is large, everyone in the house knows that someone is coming.

Jian Zhong was building a shed when he saw who it was. He was worried that he could not control his temper well and kicked the person to miscarry, so he asked Jian Ge to go out and drive the person away.

However, before Jian Ge spoke, Gu Xici seemed to know how the family members treated her. When she saw Jian Ge coming out, she introduced him, saying that he was a reporter and that he had come to interview after learning that Bai Yuan had sacrificed his life. .

She said that she wanted to see the place where Bai Yuan lived, preferably his office and study. She said that a hero like Bai Yuan should not be lost in the long river of history.

Jian Ge was stunned for a moment as to what he was about to say.

Yan Xiao walked out of the stove room, his face still looking elegant and gentle, and he spoke.

"I don't know who you are, how you entered the base, and where you heard about Bai Yuan, but I'm sure they won't be happy if they know you're here."

While he was speaking, his eyes fell on the man pushing the wheelchair. He did not care about the person pushing the wheelchair the whole time. Even when he occasionally glanced over, his eyes were full of disgust.

Yan Xiao didn't say anything at first, but Shu Yue hadn't realized this yet. He was a bit disillusioned, and Shu Yue also thought that this was abnormal. If it was really legitimate to come for an interview, could Gu Xi Ci be asked to take it to their home?

There is a national treasure-level Zonggong living next door...

So, this reporter wanted to come here on his own, and Gu Xici’s decision to bring someone here was also a personal act.

 Gu Xici is not a good person in Shuyue's eyes. Gu Xici's behavior is directly interpreted by Shuyue as saying that she is not well-intentioned and wants to seek personal gain through this matter.

Do you still want the things left by Nan Qingyuan?

Dream!

Shuyue was still chewing the small balls, squeaking, but under her long and thick eyelashes, her eyes were full of coldness.

Shuyue was just thinking about what to do with the Gu Xici that came to her door, when her little hand was grabbed, and then the small bowl she was holding was also taken over.

Shuyue turned to look at Yuyu, the coldness in her eyes receded, and her expression became a little aggrieved.

Shuyue has never hidden her dislike for Gu Xici from her own people. Now that she has been looking at her for so long, she feels annoyed and doesn't like her.

Bai Hengyu held the small bowl and handed it directly to Gouzi beside him, asking him to get rid of the small **** in it. He took the little hand of the infusion pump and went to the stone bench. He sat down and rubbed her little head, looking serious. scold her.

“If you call someone when you come to your door, what’s the point of running out on your own?

Aren't you afraid that people will lie to you if you go up to talk to me?

(End of this chapter)