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Volume 1 Rural Storm 284 The Heart of a Villain

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    Listening carefully, the sound seemed to come from Sun Dacheng's room, which shocked Wang Baoyu. Could it be that there was a girl in Sun Dacheng's room?  Who could it be at this late hour?

    Wang Baoyu¡¯s first thought was Wanfangcao. After all, there were very few women in this guest house.  Could it be that Wanfangcao appears to be serious on the surface, but is actually dishonest at heart?  It¡¯s already this time, so you¡¯re not here to report to the leadership, right?

    But for some reason, Wang Baoyu suddenly felt very uncomfortable, as if the peach he saw first was snatched away by someone else and eaten nonchalantly. If that were the case, he would have to take a bite first.  .

    Wang Baoyu looked around and saw no one in the corridor. He couldn't help but put his ear quietly on Sun Dacheng's door.  However, the people inside were obviously controlling the sound, and it was basically difficult to hear what was being said.  In the end, Wang Baoyu could only retreat quietly. If others saw it, all his efforts today would be in vain.

    Wang Baoyu spent a long time in the corridor, and could only sigh and go back to sleep, comforting herself in her heart that leaders are also human beings, and they also have emotions and desires.  Wan Fangcao and I can be considered friends at best, and we have nothing to do with other people's affairs. Besides, how many of us don't want to climb a high tree?  As the director of a small agricultural office, I can't catch people's attention.

    Wang Baoyu walked back lazily, and when he passed by the door of Wanfangcao, he stopped. I don't know if it was some mistake, but Wang Baoyu went up and knocked on the door tentatively.

    As expected, there was no response, and Wang Baoyu's last illusion was shattered. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh, drooped his head in frustration, and turned around to go back to his room.

    At this moment, Wan Fangcao's door suddenly opened, and Wan Fangcao suddenly appeared at the door wearing a close-fitting shirt and underpants, as if a warm spring breeze was blowing in her face. In an instant, Wang Baoyu felt the ice and snow in her heart.  It melted away all of a sudden.

    "Wanda reporter, are you in the room? It's great to see you!" Wang Baoyu asked stammering, but he was a little excited in his heart.  But who is that woman that I heard just now?  Damn it, never mind them!  As long as it¡¯s not Wanfangcao!

    "Director Wang, what's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong with you knocking on my door so late?" Wan Fangcao asked in confusion, because Wang Baoyu looked as if he had just been found after he disappeared.

    Through the open door, you can see a manuscript paper neatly placed on the table in the room, and there is an uncapped pen next to it. It is obvious that Wan Fangcao is writing a manuscript.

    "It's not like those things during the day. I boasted about Haikou, but I don't have any specific ideas yet. I want to find someone to chat with. Sorry to bother you." Wang Baoyu was really embarrassed this time, feeling that all the assumptions he had made just now,  It really feels a bit like "using a villain's heart to judge a gentleman's belly".

    "That's it, I haven't slept anyway, come in and sit for a while!" Wan Fangcao hesitated and said politely, but she was muttering in her heart, what ideas can a reporter provide for such a big thing as developing a tourist village?

    Wang Baoyu also hesitated for two seconds, then entered Wanfangcao's room with a smile, sat down on Wanfangcao's bed, and immediately smelled the delicious aroma in the room, which was soft and warm, making people feel special.  revel.

    Although the two of them had a close friendship and talked and laughed during the day, it was still a bit awkward for a man and a woman to be alone in a room in the middle of the night.  The two of you looked at me and I lowered my head.  I glanced at you, but you avoided my eyes and sat there dumbfounded for a long time, not knowing what to say.

    "Still busy!" Wang Baoyu asked first. This topic was very relevant to the two of them.

    Wan Fangcao came back to her senses, picked up the manuscript on the table, handed it to Wang Baoyu, and said with a smile: "The editor-in-chief personally gave the order, how dare I not listen! Come, help me see how it is written?"

    Wang Baoyu took the manuscript and pretended to read it, but his mind was not on it. He kept secretly glancing at Wan Fangcao's exquisite figure with his eyes.

    "The title is good, but the content needs to be written more vividly." Wang Baoyu put down the manuscript and commented casually.

    Wan Fangcao asked: "I feel the same way, but after thinking about it for a long time, I still don't know how to write it. Director Wang, please give me some advice!"

    Wang Baoyu had no experience in writing. He was inspired when he looked at Wanfangcao and said mischievously: "A good title is like a person's appearance. It must be attractive at first sight. As for the content, it must highlight the key points.  "What should be high-profile should be high-profile, and what should be restrained should be restrained. In addition, the angle of approach should be novel. It may be more interesting to look at it from another direction."

    "Okay, Director Wang, I didn't expect you to be very good at news! I really don't dare to look down on you anymore."?" Wan Fangcao sat next to Wang Baoyu and said in agreement.

    A wisp of woman's body fragrance quietly entered Wang Baoyu's nasal cavity. Wang Baoyu's heart suddenly felt itchy, but he said modestly: "I don't know anything about news! I only know fortune telling and fortune telling."

    When it came to fortune telling, Wan Fangcao became interested. This may be a common problem among girls. Wan Fangcao asked: "Director Wang, how about you calculate my recent luck?"

    "You don't need to calculate this. Just by looking at your complexion, I can tell that you should have gained both fame and wealth recently and everything is going well." When asked about fortune telling and fortune telling, Wang Baoyu said it with ease.

    "That's great." Wan Fangcao said excitedly, "Speaking of which, I still have to thank you. If it weren't for the clues you provided about the meteorite, I wouldn't have been able to write such an influential manuscript."

    Wang Baoyu said in a cryptic manner: "Don't thank me, this is your fate, maybe you will become a famous person!" After saying that, he glanced at Wan Fangcao with a smirk.

    Wan Fangcao naturally understood what Wang Baoyu meant, and she could still make a joke at ordinary times, but if she tried to challenge Wang Baoyu at this time, she would be inviting a wolf into the house.  Wan Fangcao straightened her waist and said seriously: "Even if it is fate, someone has to give guidance. You may be the noble person in my career!"

    "Haha, how can I have that ability? This is all my own destiny. Just like we met in the hospital, it was all arranged by the hand of fate." Wang Baoyu said.

    "To this day, I feel the same way. To be honest, the first time I saw you dressed like a rural person, I really looked down on you. In just over a year, you are no longer the same as you were yesterday, no matter how you dress.  The way she dresses and behaves are completely different from before," Wan Fangcao said sincerely.  ~
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