The Midfield Master

"Debbie!" The editor in chief took away the photo in Debbie's hand.

"I know your emotions. You can't accept your boyfriend doing this kind of thing for a while! Don't want to accept it, deny it, this is also a very normal thing, but athletes! You have to understand, there are extraordinary things Desire is also normal, but I'm very curious, why Huang Yifei wants to leave a woman like you to look for this kind of stuff outside, Debbie, I think you should reflect on yourself on this point!"

"What do you mean!" Debbie looked at the editor-in-chief who was smiling but sneered in front of him. He didn't expect the seemingly gentle and elegant editor-in-chief to say something like this.

"Debbie, can't you tell? I have always liked you! There is absolutely no problem with my character. I will never go out and mess around like Huang Yifei. I know you must hate Huang Yifei this scumbag now. Come, you will write this news! Let's ruin the future of this scumbag and help you out of the evil in your heart!"

As the editor-in-chief spoke, he put his hand closer to Debbie's shoulder.

Debbie is really furious, what editor-in-chief has always liked him? Debbie has always regarded the editor-in-chief as a senior in the industry. In Debbie's eyes, the editor-in-chief is a middle-aged uncle full of justice. As for the benefits that the editor-in-chief usually gave to Debbie, Debbie also understood it as the predecessor's care for the younger generation.

Unexpectedly, this guy who seems to be respectful, thought so disgusting and dirty!

Debbie slapped the editor-in-chief in the face with a backhand, just like Huang Yifei hit the man who wanted to molest him in his dream, shiny and crisp! A big red palm print appeared on the editor-in-chief's face.

"I tell you, I was with Huang Yifei last night. He was definitely wronged. This kind of news is not true. I won't write about it!"

Debbie took his bag and was about to walk out of the room. He had no way to stay with this guy anymore.

"Even if it's fake, how's it going!" The editor-in-chief was slapped, and at first he was extremely angry, and said with a sneer at random.

"If you don't write, there will naturally be countless people coming up to write. Why do you think I want you to write so many important articles? Do you think your writing style is much better than that of others? If not, I think you have some beauty."

Debbie was about to go out, and stopped when he heard what the editor-in-chief said.

"You are ignorant of your conscience, reporting false news, without detailed adjustments, will your conscience not be condemned!"

The editor-in-chief smiled. "Debbie, how else would I say you are naive, even if this is fake news, even if your football player boyfriend was framed by someone, but so what? I believe there are too many people in this matter, this matter It has become real news! What's more, this news is explosive news! Let me think about what headline I need to get someone to read it. "Football games will betray my wife and mess around outside." Look at this headline. How is it? Oh, it seems a bit rude, but someone likes to watch it! What can you do?"

Debbie looked at the editor-in-chief's face, the roar did not seem to be a person speaking in front of him, but a beast.

"You may not know it yet. I asked you to write the news before, but not much of it is true, but you also wrote it. It stands to reason that your conscience won't hurt at that time? What's wrong, now it's Here is your little boyfriend, your conscience starts to hurt? Your conscience, it’s really time to hurt!"

Debbie didn't want to pay attention to the editor-in-chief, and was about to open the door to leave the newspaper office. He couldn't stay in this place.

"Debbie, there is one more thing I want to tell you. You are now in the internship period and hit me. Do you think your resume will look better in the future? I'm afraid, you won't be a rememberer in your life! You’ve been studying so hard for so many years, it’s really wasted. What a pity"

Debbie's mind recalled what Huang Yifei said to herself that night, "If I find that your ideals are wrong, I will leave without looking back, and then never engage in this industry again."

The boy's determined expression in the moonlight appeared on Debbie's face. Debbie didn't know where the determination and courage came from.

Debbie didn't look back, and she didn't want to look back either, the holy place she once was, was as turbid and filthy as hell.

"I don't want to be a reporter either, thank you for this rubbish, let me understand!"

Debbie left the room without looking back. The editor-in-chief looked at the sound of Debbie's departure. He was so angry that he directly threw the photo in his hand on the floor. "I don't know good or bad!"

Then quickly dialed a phone call. "Today, I want the entire page of our newspaper to be Huang Yifei! Our newspaper! Let's make today's hit article!"

Debbie walked quickly in his car, opened the door and sat in the driving seat. Debbie covered his face and looked up again. Debbie didn't know whether it was suffering for herself or Huang Yifei.

Huang Yifei is definitely not that kind of person. Debbie believes in Huang Yifei's personality. But the power of public opinion, the power of public opinion. Enough to destroy a person.

As long as this news is published, Huang Yifei will never be able to clean it unless he finds conclusive evidence. Huang Yifei has been in this shadow all his life.

The only good news now is that Huang Yifei does not seem to have suffered any physical damage, but this cannot be completely defined. Huang Yifei has not found it, and no one knows what challenges Huang Yifei will face next.

When Debbie felt desperate, Debbie's phone rang.

Debbie took the phone out of his pocket weakly and put it to her ear. It's Uncle Kabi's call.

"Uncle Kirby, what's the situation on your side,"

Before Debbie finished speaking, she was interrupted by Uncle Kirby's excited voice.

"Debbie, Huang Yifei has gone home, so don't worry about it!"

Debbie was stunned for a moment, and then a burst of joy rushed into his head. This feeling of joy was like a cleanser, and he swept away the haze of Debbie's resignation. .

Debbie stepped on the accelerator vigorously, then put her hands on the steering wheel. Now she just wanted to go home, just to look at Huang Yifei's face.

Debbie never felt that the time was so long, just not seeing Huang Yifei for a few hours, it seemed like a long time had passed.

Just let them put aside any reporters and the messy things of the newspapers!