Can't stop loving you

Chapter 134 Two Hours And Six Seconds

When Viola saw a woman in professional dress passing by, she came to realize that she also had work

to do!

Viola hurriedly put away the necklace and went out to get a taxi as fast as she could, so that the driver

could drive as fast as he could to the Star Magazine.

But she didn't know if it was because of her bad luck that she started to slow down on the way. She

was in a bad mood.

When she arrived at the periodical office, all the people being scolded saw her, as if they had seen

hope and light.

Noticing Stephanie's cold eyes behind her mirror, Viola's eyelids twitched. She suddenly understood

why they had looked at her like that.

"Viola!" After slapping the paper in her hand, Stephanie got angry. "What are you doing? Do you know

how late you are? " Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

With a stiff body, she answered stiffly, "Two hours and six seconds......"

"So you know that?" Pointing at her clothes, Stephanie was boiling with rage. She taunted, "Besides,

as a journalist, you'd better behave yourself."

"Haha!"

"Haha!"

The rest burst into laughter. When they saw the vicious look on Stephanie's face, they all shut up.

Viola looked down at herself and noticed that she was covered with leaves and her clothes were

covered with dust. She looked like coming from the forest.

She was so embarrassed that she moved the leaves off her body and dusted them off. Then she

smiled apologetically, "Sorry, chief editor. I'm so sorry."

Don't deduct her salary. She can't get hurt!

"Don't do this again next time!" Stephanie knocked on her glasses and said in an arrogant tone, "Follow

me."

When she saw that Stephanie was walking towards her office, Viola smiled and said, "Okay, okay."

She hurriedly followed her into the office and considerately closed the door behind her.

"Did you get an interview of Chol?" With these words, Stephanie pulled out her chair and sat down.

Viola lowered her head and pointed to her finger. There was a flash of subtle hesitation in her eyes,

"Well, not yet."

"Then why are you still standing here?" Suddenly, Stephanie's face darkened. "Go!" she shouted

At the smell of danger, Viola immediately nodded and bowed, patted her chest and promised, "Don't

worry, chief editor. I will do my best."

"After you complete this task, I have already thought about your next task."

Stephanie's eyes twinkled dangerously.

With a flattering smile on her face, Viola made a gesture with her finger and asked, "Can you tell me

what my next task is?"

"Your next task is to interview Mr. Chu and his wife," Stephanie sipped at her coffee, her face deadpan.

She was so shocked that she stepped back in a hurry. "Mr. Chu and his wife?" she asked

"Look at this," Stephanie took a magazine from the table and gave it to her.

Viola picked it up and had a look. It was a full file of Maynard's story. Three hours ago, he announced in

front of other media that he was a married man.

Reading the magazine's words, Viola clenched her hands, her face pale with rage. She was almost on

the verge of collapse, "He actually..."

He had exposed it!

"Are you very angry?" Hearing her words, Stephanie gnashed her teeth and said, "People are talking

about this on the Internet. All women want to expose the woman who is married to Mr. Chu and beat

her to death."

A shiver ran down her spine. She almost swallowed what she was about to say. Her face became stiff.

"Chief editor, this is not an interview. We don't know who his wife is."

She felt like a prisoner was biting her handkerchief. She was so intoxicated by that interview.

"I don't know who you are." Stephanie calmed herself down and didn't budge a little. She put her hands

on the table and said, "In a word, after you get along with Chol, you have to help me dig out the woman

behind him even if you need to dig the ground."

Slightly swallowing her saliva, Viola said with difficulty, "I don't think it's a good idea? We are journalists,

not paparazzi... "

"I know it better than you. But if you can't do it well, you really have to be a paparazzo." Stephanie

smiled back, but there was no smile in her eyes.

Knowing that the Chief was telling the truth, she chose to shut her mouth up.

Under the circumstances, she had no choice but to hope for a long delay, because he didn't cooperate

at all.

Out of the office of the chief editor in chief, she put the record book and the voice recorder in her bag

and went to knocked on the door of Chol.

"Come in."

When Chol saw it was her, he stepped aside and gestured for her to come in.

Viola walked in and was surprised to see the clean room. "Your house is very clean this time."

"Do you think I will always be like that?" He rolled his eyes with a disgusted look.

Putting down her bag, she sat down on the sofa and said, "You are right."

He opened the refrigerator and gave her a bottle of yogurt. Then, he sat in front of her, putting his left

leg on his right leg casually. "Then where did you go that night in the mall?"

Viola touched her nose awkwardly, " My boss took me away. Hey, did you really go to see me after you

go back? "

"I'm too busy to have time for you. Don't flatter yourself." He looked away and quickly changed the

topic, "You haven't told me why you want to see me."

Viola unzipped her bag and took out a recording pen, notebook and pen. She blinked, "I'm here to

interview. Do you have any cooperation?"

She didn't care about it at all~~

"Let's get started." He said in a relaxed tone, leaning against the sofa.

Wearing a forced smile, she turned on the recording pen reluctantly, "Chol, which kind of exercise do

you like to do, travel or stay at home?"

"I like swimming. As for whether I want to travel or stay at home, I'm okay with it." A perfect smile

appeared on his face, and he cooperated very well.

Actually, what Viola asked was just some ordinary questions. She didn't ask anything about his future

development and private life.

After dragging herself for an hour, she put away her stuff and said, "Well, let's call it a day. See you

later."

"You haven't had dinner, right?" He glanced at the clock on the wall and stood up, "It's my treat."

"No, thank you," said Viola, waving her hands

"Who said that?" Jina heard this while she opened the door. She held Viola's hand with a smile, and

carried a lunch box with the other hand. "Viola, come here. I made dumplings for you. Let's eat

together."