out of control wildfire

He asked quietly: "Isn't it possible?"

The housekeeper realized that it was the owner's privacy and quietly walked away.

"I take the initiative to sleep in the same bed with you, of course that's okay, but I don't like others to arrange for me." She mocked, with a strong sense of alienation.

He always knew that she was a bird that could not be restrained, but he always wanted to be a pair for the rest of his life, and hoped that this bird would always stop by his side, and only stay by his side.

"Then sleep in the room next to mine."

She said lazily: "I want to stay in a hotel. I don't like to arrive at someone else's house for no reason. I also don't like to be the hostess of someone else's house and have my identity arranged by others."

Gu Qingxu always felt that there was a rift with her. His voice had a dark background, calm and gentle, but it made people dare not make mistakes:

"I'll just sleep tonight and fly you back to Shanghai tomorrow."

Zhou Mian said directly: "Take me to the hotel now. I have an internship tomorrow. My luggage and packages are all on the way."

He frowned slightly: "Do you mean to stay in a hotel for two months?"

She smiled but said: "It's better than being the hostess of someone else's house for two months for no reason, right?"

It was difficult for him to ignore: "Mianmian, I think there is a deviation in our concepts."

"What's the deviation?" She was still frivolous.

His eyes were as intense as the forest at night, heavy and unpredictable: "You always say you want to take the last step with me, but I think going to bed is the last step. What about you?"

She simply sat on his lap: "What do you think?"

"It's not like sitting on my lap and arguing with me." He didn't hug her for the first time.

She half-smiled, "Aren't you happy that Shi Wang won the fight?"

"I only strive to win him now, not him before. The extent to which you like me is far less than the love you once had for him." He stared into her pupils, opening the gap between them that had always been avoided. without talking about the topic.

It doesn't matter if she doesn't care.

But he kept pressing on her, his eyes as dark as thick clouds, begging her almost desperately: "If you can't love me, we'll break up."

She spoke without any restraint and said directly: "We are not together, so why should we separate?"

He seemed to be finally stirred by her and looked away. The ashes of his cigar were broken in the ashtray. He said neatly: "I will ask the butler to take you to the hotel."

She directly raised her legs and stepped out: "Let's go."

When passing by the housekeeper, she said lightly: "Please give me my coat and bag, and I will take a taxi myself."

Gu Qingxu stood up, took her bag and coat, and directly picked her up.

Zhou Mian reached out and pushed him: "Didn't you tell me to get out? Why are you hugging me?"

But no matter how hard she pushed, he wouldn't let go. He held her knees and forearms so tightly that she couldn't move.

When he arrived at the underground garage, he put her into the passenger seat, slammed the door, got into the driver's seat and started the car, locked her in, and then drove the car out of the villa area.

The atmosphere in the car was heavy and she didn't speak.

Without saying a word, he sent her to the door of a nearby hotel.

It's brightly lit outside.

He unlocked the door and got out of the car immediately.

The hotel doorman bowed slightly to her.

She glanced back and saw Gu Qingxu's eyes were slightly red, but the next second, he drove directly and left without looking back.

Zhou Mian knew why he was angry, but she was unwilling to cater to it.

For several days, Gu Qingxu didn't send her a message.

In the past, I would always ask.

I guess he was really angry.

He wanted too much and always felt that she didn't like her enough.

But she only has so much now, and she can't give her what she once gave Shi Wan. She can no longer love as passionately as before.

He insisted that she love him very much, but she couldn't do it.

For several days, the snow in the imperial capital seemed to be endless. As a southerner, it was so cold here that I bought a lot of warm clothes at the last minute.

On the third day after receiving her work card, she swiped her card to enter the base and heard people talking while waiting for the elevator.

"I heard that He Anzhi, who was broadcasting at seven o'clock, was replaced?"

"It seems that he has offended someone. There is nothing we can do about it. He always participated in variety shows before, and the impact was not good. It is normal to be temporarily transferred away."

Zhou Mian wore a hat and covered most of her face with a scarf. Others could not tell who she was, so she stretched her ears to listen.

The people around were still talking as if no one was watching:

"I heard that a self-media internet celebrity was chosen for him. Who knows how to do mainstream news as a self-media person? I'm afraid it's still just sensationalism."

Zi Mian's movements slowed down.

The elevator came and she entered the elevator with the two men.

Those two were probably photographers. They were holding machines in their hands and didn't have any scruples about what they said.

Entering the office, he and An Zhi sat at her desk.

Although I have tried my best to get used to it, the feeling of seeing idols every day is still too exciting.

She remembered what she had just heard, stepped forward and whispered: "With the teacher."

He Anzhi reacted, raised his eyes and smiled warmly at her: "I'm looking at the work record you gave me. It's very well recorded and has clear focus. Journalists need this kind of analysis and sensitivity."

She didn't expect that the person she had always looked up to would be excluded from the stage, and she felt a little heavy: "Thank you, teacher."

The reporter in the front row was playing the recording outside, but his face was solemn.

Just when He An was there, the reporter asked casually: "Teacher He, can you hear what this witness is saying?"

He played it again.

The recording was messy, the words were not clear at all, there were no sentence breaks, the tone was accented, and it sounded fierce.

"This news only comes from one eyewitness, but we can only hear a few words from what the only eyewitness said, and he can't write, so we can't be sure what he means."

He Anzhi is also difficult to distinguish.

Zhou Mian suddenly said: "Is this witness a deaf-mute who has received oral training?"

The reporter immediately raised his head: "What do you mean?"

She said seriously: "Can you please play it again?"

Play it again and it's still blurry.

Zhou Mian said, "Stop."

The reporter stopped the recorder.

Zhou Mian recalled and said, "I think what he said was, 'He bought me pig's feet. They are weird and disgusting to me. I feel uncomfortable eating them every day.' Is there something wrong with the pig's feet?"

The reporter was a little surprised. He played a few more paragraphs, but Zhou Mian still repeated it accurately.

He was surprised: "How did you hear it?"

Zhou Mian hesitated for a moment: "There is nothing wrong with what the witness said, but what he said was all in the word order of sign language, not our spoken word order, so the words are not in the positions we are familiar with. In addition, it is very difficult for deaf-mute people to learn to speak. If you have an accent, you won’t be able to understand what it means.”

The reporter was enlightened: "The word order of sign language is different from the word order of spoken language?"

Zhou Mian nodded: "Yes."

The reporter immediately asked: "Can you translate it?"

"can."

The reporter was overjoyed: "There has been no definite direction for digging deeper into this case. If this recording is cracked, it will be much smoother to handle this case."

He Anzhi was a little surprised and looked at the focused Zhou Mian.