Song Jianjun never expected that Luo Zhiyuan would not only dare to talk back to him in person, but also hide his sword in his words and do his best to mock him. Not to mention Song Jianjun, even Huo Xiaoping and Lao Huang were slightly surprised. Looking at Luo Zhiyuan standing there with calm expressions, he did not come back to his senses for a long time.

"If you don't have three points, don't go to Liangshan! Don't pretend to be ×, be careful not to become stupid!"

Luo Zhiyuan's light, clear and powerful voice came into his ears. Song Jianjun's face suddenly turned from red to extremely gloomy. He slapped the table suddenly and cursed: "What are you TMD, who do you mean?"

Luo Zhiyuan smiled, "Of course, whoever pretends to be × I will say who..."

After saying that, Luo Zhiyuan grabbed his bag and prepared to get off work.

He was very irritable because his father had an accident. He endured Song Jianjun for a long time. Seeing that he was still greedy, he looked like a villain, so he didn't want to endure it anymore, so he took advantage of the situation and exploded vigorously. If he could not bear it anymore, there was no need to endure it anymore. This is probably the case.

"You...get out! The Current Affairs and Information Department doesn't want you, get out!" Song Jianjun was so angry that his lips were trembling. He raised his hand and scolded, his voice trembling a little.

Luo Zhiyuan smiled coldly: "Anbei Daily is the official newspaper of the Anbei Municipal Party Committee, not a small workshop run by your Song Jianjun - I am a formal editor of the newspaper, not a job for you Song Jianjun! This is my office, my job, what power do you have to deprive me of the power to work? If you want to drive me away, okay, let the affairs department issue a transfer order for me!"

"In addition, I advise you to keep your mouth cleaner. I respect you as an old comrade, but if you scold again, be careful that I am not polite to you!"

When Luo Zhiyuan spoke, he was full of energy and raised his lips, showing a little domineering a little.

Huo Xiaoping looked at Luo Zhiyuan from the side, and two slender willow eyebrows slowly raised, their eyes flashing. Luo Zhiyuan's performance today completely subverted her impression of him. She suddenly felt that Luo Zhiyuan now had an essential change from the past, becoming a little unfamiliar, a little strong, and even a little bandit-like.

Luo Zhiyuan left with his longevity.

Song Jianjun gasped and stood there and cursed, "helping" the reporters who were about to get off work in the neighboring offices. Old Huang hesitated for a moment, pointed to the quartz clock on his head, and reminded him: "Director Song, hurry up and report the article, it's getting late!"

...

After scolding Song Jianjun and having a breath of anger, Luo Zhiyuan suddenly felt refreshed and left the newspaper office building, rode a motorcycle in the evening night, and rushed towards home.

He shuttled along the road. When he was about to turn, he suddenly found a white Santana sedan rushing towards the headlights. He was shocked and immediately turned his direction and rushed up towards the side curb, almost avoiding the Santana car, but his motorcycle could not control it at this time and took him out. Fortunately, he subconsciously braked the gate, and his body suddenly turned over and fell to the ground, allowing the motorcycle to continue to rush forward to a French sycamore tree, making a loud bang.

Sigh...ga!

The white Santana sedan braked urgently and stopped on the side of the road. A beautiful woman in a white dress got out of the car in a panic look, ran over and looked at Luo Zhiyuan who was falling to the ground and moaning slightly, and said hurriedly: "Don't you worry, right?"

Luo Zhiyuan fell and his arms and legs were so hot that he was obviously injured.

He tentatively moved his hands and feet slowly. Although it was severely painful, he was still able to move and obviously had no fractures.

He let out a long sigh, sat up with his hands, and glanced at the front of him. His motorcycle was quietly lying under the French sycamore tree on the curb, and the fire had already been turned off.

Then he looked up at the woman who almost hit him. With the bright street lights, he found the slightly pale and charming face in front of him, and was stunned and silent.

It turned out to be Tang Xiaolan!

Why is it her?

"It doesn't matter, I'm sorry, I didn't see you turn... Let's do this, I'll drive you to the hospital to see, you're injured, you're bloody!" Tang Xiaolan waved his hand anxiously, stood up and ran towards the direction of the car. Luo Zhiyuan thought she was going to drive away, but unexpectedly, she took a pack of tissues from the car, squatted down, and tried to help Luo Zhiyuan wipe the wound.

Luo Zhiyuan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "No, it doesn't matter me!"

He looked down at a large piece of blood on his arm, and although his legs were still oozing out through his pants, the blood still oozed out. He knew that he had suffered a considerable skin injury this time. He gritted his teeth and reached out to Tang Xiaolan, "Miss Tang, pull me!"

Tang Xiaolan reached out and Luo Zhiyuan grabbed her warm and elastic little hand, and stood up to endure the pain.

He ignored Tang Xiaolan and staggered over to look at his motorcycle. Seeing that the bumper and exhaust pipe on the ground were seriously deformed and twisted, he knew it was over and needed to repair it.

Tang Xiaolan Yingying came over and said with a smile: "You are injured, I will take you to the hospital and check the wound first."

Luo Zhiyuan shrugged and pointed to his motorcycle, "What should he do?"

"Wait a minute." Tang Xiaolan hesitated for a moment, returned to the car and took out his elder brother, dialed a number, and ordered someone to come and help.

"Wait for a moment, I'll ask someone to come and help you, take your car to the repair shop, and then I'll take you to the hospital for treatment. I'm really embarrassed... Don't worry, I will be responsible for your medical expenses and repair expenses." Tang Xiaolan chuckled softly, and saw Luo Zhiyuan sitting on the curb and lit a cigarette and spitting out the clouds. He walked over and looked at him and said, "Sir, have we known each other before?"

Luo Zhiyuan spit out a smoke ring and smiled: "Miss Tang, I know you, you don't know me!"

Tang Xiaolan said in surprise: "May I ask you..."

Luo Zhiyuan laughed: "I am a reporter from Anbei Daily. At the event site of Huatai Group, I just met Miss Tang."

"Oh, so you are a reporter - sir, are you your surname?" Tang Xiaolan stood beside Luo Zhiyuan, her slender and graceful figure was pulled very long by the street lights.

Luo Zhiyuan raised his lips gently: "My surname is Luo, Luo Zhiyuan."

Tang Xiaolan said oh again and stopped speaking.

Tang Xiaolan stood there quietly, frowning with her eyebrows, and a touch of worry floated out of her beautiful appearance. Luo Zhiyuan snatched out the cigarette butts in his hand and said nothing.

The two of them were still strangers after all, and there was nothing to say. Tang Xiaolan obviously had something to do in her heart. Once she was silent, her thoughts would appear on her face and could not be covered.
Chapter completed!