The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

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Seven years later.

Ye Cheng, Morning Post News Agency.

A girl with a pillball head, black circles and black-rimmed glasses, sleepily sent the manuscript to the editor, and planted it on the table.

"Well, you were enslaved by Zhou Paipi again? It's not human ... the interns are so embarrassed ..." The boy in a flower shirt and white trousers and pointed shoes, the slick face, pinched an orchid finger and put a cup of coffee on the table , "An'an, Brother Dong's coffee for you."

"Thank you ..." Wanzi's head squirmed, closed her eyes to find the straw, bite and drank the coffee, and fell down again.

Within minutes, she was woken up and said, "Not good! An An, something big!"

"What's wrong? Is there an earthquake? Is there a typhoon?" Maruko panicked.

The other person gave her a blank eye: "Zhou Papipi dug a big news, to go out on his own ... I would like to ask you to be a sister in class! An'an, grief!"

"..."

Seeing that she had no love at all, the other thief smiled and smiled: "You take the opportunity to show loyalty, it is best to bear another injury because of the public, alas, and then your bonus will not be paid?"

"That makes sense ..."

"Okay, don't flicker her!" A tall, upright man came over, wearing a casual outfit, with a clean and gentle temperament, "Anxia Xia, you don't need to go, I will tell Chief Editor Zhou about this ..."

"Wow, brother Dong, you take care of yourself ~"

"That's right, do you think of An An?"

"What do you know, this is called Baister ..."

Everyone in the office was bored and started to gossip.

Anxia Xia stunned for two seconds, feeling that it would not be a problem to continue like this, and glanced at He Dongyang: "It's all right ... I can do it."

He Dongyang pursed his lips and said nothing.

So intern Xiao Bai reporter An Xia Xia, followed the editor-in-chief and killed ... a senior club.

Zhou Bagui led her through the staff aisle, and handed her a skirt, motioning her to go to the bathroom to change.

"Go and go!"

An Xia Xia glanced at the black dress in the bag, with a grimace: "Why should I wear this?"

Zhou Bapi rolled his eyes: "Pretend! You don't know you're mixed in! You're wearing short-sleeved shorts and sneakers!"

An Xia Xia thought, it seems like hey ...

After changing his clothes, Zhou Bapi's eyes flashed a shock, and he enthusiastically held An Xia Xia's hand: "Xia Xia, you are a journalist, and journalists, dare to dedicate yourself to the news, right?"

An Xia Xia nodded entangledly: "What then?"

"After a while, you come in as a waiter, and after confirming the situation, I break in and take a picture! Then the glorious mission will be given to you!"

"Well?" An Xia Xia pointed to herself, "What else should I do?"

"Crap! Escape with a camera! I can't run my bones! But only with photos back, can our newspaper sales and website click-through rate increase! Do you want bonuses!" Zhou Bapi spit on the stars Sprayed on her face.

(⊙﹏⊙) So this is the real purpose of ordering her ...

Deputy Editor-in-Chief, I failed the 800-meter run!

An Xia Xia took a deep breath, and the strong man rushed into the bag like a dead man, holding a fruit plate from Zhou Zhoupi who did not know where to get it, and put it on the table.

Someone on the sofa, who had been keeping her eyes closed, opened her eyes wryly, her dark eyes staring at her.

It's not an illusion, it's really her!