out of control wildfire

Chapter 15
Zhu Jiang didn't think much about it: "It's a bit unlucky. We've been diligent in updating videos recently. The number of fans is not increasing, so how can we win the opportunity to be on variety shows?"

Day sleep does not mean to force it: "Do your best to obey the destiny."

Zhu Jiang sighed secretly, and put the things she wanted on the kitchen counter: "I put the things here for you, I'll go back first, call me if you need something."

Day Mian nodded, and Zhu Jiang went downstairs again.

Not long after, Day Sleep's agent Liu Wei came to the door.

Day Mian went to get the red wine he had woken up before: "Sister Liu, can you help me find a goblet?"

After Liu Wei changed her shoes, she walked into the open kitchen, opened the cabinet and looked for a goblet: "Hey, I asked the company today, and the company said there is no need to negotiate. You can only increase your followers to 500 million this month. Only then did I have the opportunity to be on that variety show.”

Zhou Mian put the wine on the bar and smiled lightly: "I guessed it."

Liu Wei didn't understand: "Why do you want to be on that variety show so much? That variety show is a bit popular, but it's not particularly popular, so there's no need to be on it."

"Yes." Day Mian pushed the wine in front of her: "There is a competition in our journalism department. The content is to write a biography of a senior journalist, which is similar to a certain reporter going deep into a black workshop."

Liu Wei didn't understand: "What does this have to do with your going to be on a variety show?"

Day Mian sat down: "If you want to write, you must write from an angle that no one else has heard before. It would be the best if you can interview the person involved. There happens to be a senior journalist who I admire very much in that variety show."

Liu Wei reacted: "You mean that good-looking news host? I remember it was He Anzhi, right?"

Day Mian took the cooked food that Zhu Jiang bought out of the bag: "It doesn't matter what he looks like. This senior went undercover to solve a kidnapping case that caused a sensation all over the country when he just graduated from university, and he became the host later."

Liu Wei suddenly realized and nodded: "Do you want to interview him first?"

Day Mian poured wine: "Yeah, I also considered news as a dream because of that senior. When I saw his news for the first time, I thought he was a hero. Of course I have to write about him when I write a biography."

Liu Wei tsk-tsk: "Sure enough, she is from NUS. She has integrity and ambition at a young age. It's not like a middle-aged woman like me, who spends time with her husband and children except for work."

Zhou Mian put down the bottle of wine: "Come on, you're already blowing it for me before we even go on the variety show."

Liu Wei smiled, didn't say any more, turned the bottle to see what kind of wine she bought: "TIGNANELLO, is it translated as Tianna?"

Day Mian casually said: "Yes."

Liu Wei thought of something, and said curiously: "You should know about Tianna's meme."

Day Mian pushed one of the cups in front of her, and curled the corners of her lips lazily: "I've heard that everyone will say 'oh my god' when they take the first sip, so Tian Na is truly a well-deserved name." .”

Liu Wei smiled knowingly, and shook the wine glass. The rich ruby ​​color was floating in the glass, with a luster like pomegranate: "It's still the first Super Tuscan in Italy. Your taste in wine is not bad."

Day Mian took a sip, and the rich flavor of tobacco and black fruit poured into the mouth: "I was interested in wine when I was in middle school, so I learned a little bit. The main reason is that Italian wine generally wakes up for two or three days, but Tianna opened the bottle and let it sit for a while I can drink it, I think it's good, I don't like things that take a long time to wait for a response."

Liu Wei was thoughtful, but felt strange: "You know so much about wine, why don't you have a wine rack at home?"

Day Mian seemed to be remembering something, and lowered his eyes to look at the cold and smooth wine: "I was just interested in it before, but not so much now."

Even a little disgusted.

On the other side, Shi Wang opened the door and saw that the apartment had been cleaned.

He has bought this house three years ago and this is the first time he has set foot in it.

Shi Zhongjing had a very distant relationship with him and rarely contacted him, so even though Shi Zhongjing bought this house three years ago, he never came to live there.

This time, I only intend to stay for a few days.

Shi Wang had just closed the door when the phone rang again.

He took it out of his pocket and looked, it was still his mother.

He picked it up, and Yang E's voice immediately rang out: "Son, why are you hanging up so fast, mom still wants to talk to you."

Shi Huang alienated, "What's the matter?"

Yang E's voice was flattering: "The new winery your father opened in Hong Kong City, you really don't want to cut the ribbon with your father? It would be great for shareholders to know you."

Shi Wang said indifferently: "No time."

Yang E continued: "Then mom will send you two bottles of the new bar at home."

Shi Wang refused directly: "No, I can buy it myself, there is no need to spend a lot of money."

Just as he was about to hang up, Yang E's hesitant voice sounded from the other end: "Shi Wang...do you still care about that matter?"

Shi Huang paused for a second, and hung up the phone in the next second.

And the other side of the neighborhood.

Liu Wei asked casually: "Why don't you like wine now?"

Zhou Mian seemed to have thought of something, his eyes were puzzled, and he lowered his eyes to pour the wine: "I don't like people who lose their sense of control after drinking, and are completely different from before drinking."

Liu Wei sensed something was wrong and did not ask any more questions. Instead, she asked, "Then how did you get drunk when you were in middle school?"

Zhou Mian curled her lips and laughed at herself: "Maybe I'm just being sentimental."

In the past, she also wanted to see the scenery that Shi Wang had seen, and she would also try to walk the roads he had traveled, trying to understand things related to him, just to know more about him.

But now that I think about it, I just feel stupid.

Shi Wang was standing by the floor-to-ceiling glass window alone, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

He opened the door and saw a man in uniform who respectfully handed him the gift box: "Mr. Shi, this is your wine."

Shi Huang said indifferently: "No need, just take it back."

The other party quickly said: "Mr. Chen Wanghan asked me to give it to you."

Chen Wanghan was a child at the time.

Shi Huang's action of closing the door stopped immediately, and the other party quickly put down the things with insight: "Then I won't bother you any more."

The other party withdrew quickly, Shi Wang lowered his eyes to look at the gift box, and brought it in.

He opened the gift box in the living room, and found that there was not only a bottle of wine, but also a cake, which said happy housewarming for his precious son.

It turned out that he was lied to, not sent by Chen Wanghan.

But when he saw the cake, Shi Wan suddenly remembered the cake with the words "To the most hated lawyer in the world" written on it.

For no reason, after two days, it suddenly hit him like a sharp arrow.

That cake is far less delicate than this one.

But you can tell whose handwriting is stroke by stroke.

It seemed as if he had figured out something all of a sudden, and sat in front of the cake without knowing it, and his heart sank.

What I didn't think about at the time, I suddenly realized what it meant now.

Among all the cakes, only that one was not bought, but made by myself.

After a long time, he dialed Chen Wanghan's phone number.

The person on the other side answered the call quickly, and Chen Wanghan said in a strange voice: "It's rare for you, Mr. Shi, to take the initiative to call me."

Shi Wang was silent for a while.

Chen Wanghan keenly sensed that there was something wrong with Shi Wang tonight: "Is there something wrong with you?"

Shi Wang lowered his eyes and looked at the cake: "There is a person, she seems to be a little special to me."

Chen Wanghan immediately sat up in shock from the dying illness: "Why is it so special?"

Shi Wang was slightly confused, he was almost certain that once something surged, it would never go back.

The flashing neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were reflected in his eyes, which were longer and deeper than the night.

But after a while, he just said in a hoarse voice: "It's nothing, I won't say anything."

A curse burst out from the opposite side: "I hung up the phone while playing the game. Listen to you, are you fucking kidding me? Which woman made you mess up like this?"

(End of this chapter)