Listen again. The voice 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 so late?

Wang Baoyu's first thought was Wan Fangcao, after all, there are very few women in this guest house. Could it be that Wan Fangcao is very serious on the surface, but in fact, he is not honest in his bones? It's all this time, and it's not always here to report to the leader, right?

But I don't know why, Wang Baoyu suddenly felt very uncomfortable, as if a peach he saw first was snatched away by someone else and eaten indifferently.

Wang Baoyu looked around, only to see that there was no one in the corridor, and couldn't help but quietly put his ear on Sun Dacheng's door. However, the person inside was clearly controlling the voice, and could barely hear what was being said. In the end, Wang Baoyu could only quietly retreat, in case others saw it, all today's efforts would be in vain.

Wang Baoyu grinded in the corridor for a long time, so he could only sigh and go back to sleep, comforting himself in his heart that the leaders are also human beings, and they also have seven emotions and six desires. Wan Fangcao and herself can be regarded as friends at most, and they can't care about other people's affairs, and how many people don't want to climb a high branch? A small director of the agricultural office can't get into the eyes of others.

Wang Baoyu walked back with his head staggered, and when he passed by the door of Wanfangcao, he stopped, not knowing if it was a ghost who sent a god, Wang Baoyu actually went up and knocked on the door tentatively.

Sure enough, there was no response, Wang Baoyu's last trace of illusion was shattered, and he couldn't help but sigh a long time, drooped his head in frustration, and turned back to his room.

At this moment, Wan Fangcao's door opened suddenly, and I saw Wan Fangcao wearing a close-fitting shirt and pants, suddenly appearing at the door, as if a warm spring breeze was blowing in his face, and in an instant, Wang Baoyu felt that the ice and snow in his heart melted all of a sudden.

"Reporter Wanda, where are you in the house? It's so good to meet you! Wang Baoyu asked a little stammered, but his heart was a little excited. But who is the woman you just heard? Damn, whatever! As long as it's not a pancrea!

"Director Wang, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with knocking on my door so late? Wan Fangcao asked puzzled, because Wang Baoyu's expression looked as if he had just been found missing.

Through the open door, you can see a manuscript paper neatly placed on the table in the room, and a pen without a cap next to it, obviously Wan Fangcao is writing a manuscript.

"It's not those things during the day, I boasted about Haikou, but I don't have any specific ideas, I want to find someone to talk to. Sorry to bother. Wang Baoyu was really embarrassed this time, and felt that all the assumptions he had just made were really a bit of a "gentleman's belly with the heart of a villain".

"Well, I didn't sleep anyway, so come in and sit for a while!" Wan Fangcao hesitated for a moment and said politely, but muttered in her heart, as a reporter, what ideas can she provide for such a big thing as developing a tourist village?

Wang Baoyu also hesitated for two seconds, then entered Wan Fangcao's room with a smile, sat on Wan Fangcao's bed, and immediately smelled the good aroma in the room, soft and warm, which made people feel particularly intoxicated.

Although the relationship between the two is not shallow, and they talk and laugh during the day, however, it is still a little embarrassing for a lonely man and a widow to be alone in the middle of the night. You look at me, and I bow my head. I glanced at you, you avoided my eyes, and sat stupidly for a while, in short, I don't know what to say.

"I'm still busy!" Wang Baoyu asked first, this topic is still 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, I dare not listen!" Come, help me see how it's written? ”

Wang Baoyu took the manuscript and pretended to look at it, but his mind was not on it, and he kept secretly looking at Wan Fangcao's delicate body with his eyes.

"The title is good, the content is good, and it 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, give me some advice! ”

Wang Baoyu didn't have any experience in writing, he looked at Wan Fangcao but was inspired, and said badly: "A good title is just like the appearance of a person, and it has to be attractive at first glance." As for the content, it is necessary to highlight the key points, and those that should be high-profile should be high-profile, and those that should be converged should be converged. In addition, the angle of entry should also be novel, and it may be more flavorful to look at it in a different direction. ”

"Okay, Director Wang, I didn't expect you to be very good at journalism! I'm afraid to underestimate you more and more! Wan Fangcao sat beside Wang Baoyu and said in agreement.

A wisp of woman's body fragrance quietly penetrated Wang Baoyu's nasal cavity, Wang Baoyu's heart itched in an instant, but her mouth said modestly: "How can I understand the news!" I only know how to tell fortunes and read physiognomy. ”

As soon as it came to fortune-telling and looking, Wan Fangcao became interested, which may be a common problem of girls, Wan Fangcao asked: "Director Wang, how about you calculate my luck recently?" ”

"You don't need to count this, just look at your complexion and know that you should have gained fame and fortune recently, and everything is going well." When asked about fortune-telling and appearance, Wang Baoyu could say that he would come as soon as he opened his mouth.

"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 tricky way: "Don't thank me, this is your life, maybe you will become a name!" After speaking, he glanced at Wan Fangcao with a wicked smile.

Wan Fangcao naturally understood what Wang Baoyu meant, and she could usually make a joke, but at this time, if she picked up Wang Baoyu's words, it would be to lure the wolf into the room. Wan Fangcao straightened her waist and said seriously: "Even if it's fate, someone has to guide you." You may be the noble man in my career! ”

"Hehe, how can I have that ability, this is all my own creation. It's like we can know in the hospital, it's all arranged by the hand of fate. Wang Baoyu said.

"To this day, I feel this way, to be honest, the first time I saw you dressed as a rural person, I really looked down on you. In just over a year, you are no longer the same as yesterday, whether it is dressing up or dealing with people, it is completely different from before. Wan Fangcao said very sincerely.