Song Wen was stunned: "What?"

He pretended to be concerned: "Miss Fan, you should rest for a few more days at home."

Miss Fan sneered: "Do you dare to do it or not?"

Song Wen looked at everyone, his eyes full of questions.

Miss Fan waved a letter in her hand: "Did you write this letter? I offended you alone in the newspaper!"

Lin Haiyang also stared at Song Wen, but saw that Song Wen did not change his expression and could not see any panic: "A letter? What's wrong, what's wrong with this letter?" As he said that, he took the letter from Miss Fan's hand, looked at it roughly, shook his head, and said that he didn't know what was going on.

Everyone in the conference room looked at Song Wen. Seeing that he was calm, they whispered. A female reporter who was full of sympathy for Miss Fan shouted: "Miss Fan had a conflict with you the day before yesterday and something happened. Do you dare to say that you don't know anything?"

Song Wen sneered: "Miss Luo, what's wrong with you? That day I heard that Miss Li and Miss Fan were still mocking Miss Fan as a toad. What did the toad want to eat swan meat? It was obviously a big joke from the newspaper. How could you say that only Miss Fan and I have conflicts? I am the most honest person. I always say it in person and don't make fun of you behind my back."

The Miss Luo looked at Miss Li nervously and lowered her head.

Miss Li said dissatisfiedly: "We are just talking, and we are not just talking about it behind the scenes. Which of you, or you, hasn't said it?"

Miss Fan's eyes followed Miss Li's fingers and passed through everyone's faces, and a sarcastic smile hung on the corner of her mouth, which made people frightened.

Lin Haiyang was worried that the matter would get worse and worse, and the entire newspaper would be suspicious of each other and make a big fuss, so he hurriedly planned: "Old Song, go to the office with me."

Song Wen stood still: "Editor Lin, I remember that our president's daughter, Miss Shi, has a bad temper. When Mrs. Lin was still there, she was a little dirty."

Lin Haiyang said coldly: "Follow me to the office."

Song Wen lowered his head and followed Lin Haiyang to the office. Miss Fan shouted behind them: "Mr. Lin, you actually guess who did it, right?"

Lin Haiyang ignored her.

Everyone scattered away from a distance, as if they were away from snakes and scorpions. Miss Fan stood there blankly, crying. A female reporter wanted to persuade her, but was pulled away by another colleague.

Miss Fan is not very popular in the newspaper. Almost everyone has said that she has completely broken up now and is too lazy to do anything on the surface.

Lin Haiyang closed the office door and whispered: "What do you mean? Why did you pull it on Cuiping?"

"What? Are you feeling distressed? I think Miss Shi is very suspicious. That's a jealous jar. Meilan was very angry back then."

"Shut up, can you call Meilan?"

Lin Haiyang Huiwuzhen had his arms and his face looked extremely ugly. He didn't want to hear anyone mentioning everything about his ex-wife.

"Why can't you call me? When we were young, haha, you might still remember that I once pursued Meilan."

When Song Wen said this, his tone gradually softened.

"No more mention! You look in the mirror and see your virtues. You are worthy of pursuing Meilan?"

Lin Haiyang mocked her tone, impatiently took out a few bills and handed them to Song Wen: "Okay, this is my private sponsorship. Our newspaper has no precedent for advance payment."

"I asked for advance payment of my salary, not asking you for money." Song Wen refused to accept it. His high-sounding words were actually because those few bills were only a few dozen yuan. How could he redeem Mrs. Song?

"You are really trying to be more and more greedy."

"No, all I want is justice. I have worked diligently here for ten years, and... Meilan's justice." Song Wen looked at Lin Haiyang and smiled like an old fox.

"I haven't said anything in the past two years, which doesn't mean I don't know what Miss Shi did to Meilan. You know, Meilan has had surgery, who stimulated her to get sick? It's related to the editor-in-chief of Shi Family and Lin Da. I think many tabloid reporters will be interested."

Lin Haiyang looked at him with his shoulders in his arms: "Do you have any evidence? I can tell everyone that you are jealous of me, hold grudges, and spread rumors and slander me and the president. Then, no one in the newspapers across the country dares to ask you!"

"Is Meilan's letter to me OK?" Song Wen whispered.

"What did you say?"

"Meilan wrote me a letter before her death, which listed all the things you did to her. Can this be used as evidence?" Song Wen said loudly.

Lin Haiyang was completely stunned. He stared at Song Wen in confusion, but the latter had a calm face. He didn't care about his cold gaze at all.

"Meilan... Let me tell you? How is it possible?"

Lin Haiyang said with disdain.

"What's so strange about it? I'm also her senior brother, and I'm a colleague with you. My wife is her good friend. After Meilan knew that you and Shi Cuiping harmed her, she told me everything. I have tolerated it for the past two years to see your performance. I didn't expect that you would not recognize your relatives and would still want to step on me under your feet forever." Song Wen became more and more angry, his eyes were red and his emotions were excited.

Lin Haiyang waved his hand to signal him to calm down. He took out his wallet and showed it to Song Wen: "It's only been so many years, more than 200 yuan. Do you want it?"

"Give it all to me."

Song Wen grabbed all the money: "Remember, you still owe me money. How much should you pay for the past two years of tight words?"

Lin Haiyang was stunned for a moment, and nodded.

Song Wen turned around and was about to leave. Lin Haiyang reacted and asked, "You have been dissatisfied with me for many years. Why did you remain indifferent for two years after receiving Meilan's letter?"

"Of course, whoever gives me the greatest benefits will go to, and now I am heading to you, old classmate."

Song Wen walked out of the chief editor's office and felt that he was straightened and calm. The more than 200 yuan in his pocket made him proud.

He walked past the eyes of the crowd with his head held high and his chest was stopped just after he walked to the alley not far from the newspaper office.

"Mr. Song, what do you mean?"

Miss Fan asked him with red eyes.

"Haha, Miss Fan, since it's already like this, I'll tell you the truth. Our Mrs. Lin was so angry that she was so angry by Ms. Shi. Miss Shi is a femme fatale. Even the real Mrs. Lin can't escape her vicious thoughts. You said, you are in the newspaper, Sima Zhao's heart, how can Miss Shi not know? Can you not be jealous? Can you not think about you? Lin Haiyang is a blooming flower, but there are bees staring at her next to her, and you will stung by accident."

He looked at Miss Fan and said earnestly, "Miss Fan, you are weak, how can you beat the Shi family? If you offend Miss Shi, you may not be able to live in the national newspaper industry in the future. You are not young anymore. Why not... it's better to find someone to marry me like this. If you stop thinking about Editor-in-Chief Lin, then Miss Shi will naturally let you go. You are also a reporter, and you know in your heart that the anonymous letter in your hand is of no use, and the police will not believe it."

Miss Fan's face was dull and murmured to herself: "Can a rich and powerful person do this - a lowly person?"

Seeing that Song Wen had already said it thoroughly, he lowered his head and left with a smile.

Before he came, he received a call from Xiang Yunsha. He put the 200 yuan in the designated place as promised and went home with a nervous heart. Before he could even reach the door, he heard Mrs. Song’s shout from home: “Oh, why did you eat it again?”

Song Wen happily opened the door: "Madam, has Xiang Yunsha been letting you back?"

Mrs. Song looked at him blankly: "What Xiang Yunsha? What nonsense are you talking about?"

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