1979: You Can't Make It Like This!

You Can't Make It Like This!

The Editor-in-chief thought to himself, You dare to scold Han Zhuoling?2

Haha!

After ending the call, Nan Jingheng really gave Han Zhuoling a call.

Han Zhuoling was hugging Shi Xiaoya right then, using his fingertips to play with the ends of her hair and enjoying himself very much.

"What is it? It's the middle of the night." Han Zhuoling scolded him the moment he picked up the call.

This was simply wasting the time he could spend alone with Shi Xiaoya.

"…" Nan Jingheng fell speechless for a while. "Big Brother, you know it's the middle of the night too?! Yet you announced your relationship in the middle of the night. If you told me a few hours earlier, I could at least have let people prepare their drafts and published them to coordinate with you. How good would that have been? You're not being nice like this, you should at least have spared a thought for your younger brother here!"

Han Zhuoling: "…"

"I forgot," Han Zhuoling said very heartlessly.

Nan Jingheng: "…"

That was way too cold and harsh!

"Anyway," Han Zhuoling continued, "although I didn't tell you a few hours earlier, I still said it five to six minutes earlier in the chat. As one of the big bosses in the news industry, you actually don't even have this bit of sharpness in catching breaking news."

Han Zhuoling paused for a moment and sighed before saying very sincerely, "You can't make it like this!"

Nan Jingheng: "…"

Who can't make it!

Ask his wife if he could make it or not!

He could no longer continue talking to Han Zhuoling, lest he got angered to death!

"Alright. I am going to sleep with Xiaoya soon. You should rest early too. Hanging up now," Han Zhuoling said.

After he ended the call, the corners of Nan Jingheng's mouth twitched.

Han Zhuoling's Weibo post announcing his relationship had almost caused the whole media industry to explode. The reporters were all rushing out their drafts through the night.

Yet he was saying he was going to sleep.

And even asked Nan Jingheng to sleep earlier.

How the hell was he going to sleep earlier!

Han Zhuoling did not care about Nan Jingheng's woes. It was going to be 1 am soon.

"Quickly, sleep. You still have to wake up early tomorrow," Han Zhuoling reminded Shi Xiaoya.

"Oh," Shi Xiaoya answered, then became anxious again.

When Han Zhuoling saw her reaction, he just slapped her b*tt lightly and said, "What are you thinking about! What time is it now? You still have work tomorrow. Do you think I can still cling on to you and do something?"

Shi Xiaoya: "…"

Yeah… She was the one thinking too much now.

But when Han Zhuoling said that, it made her seem as if she was fantasizing on her own.

That was so embarrassing.

"Am I such a scumbag in your eyes?" Han Zhuoling looked askance at her.

His dark eyes had a faint glimmer to them. That imposing aura was way too arrogant.

"Of course not." Shi Xiaoya then said, "I wasn't thinking of anything. You are the one who misunderstood!"

Han Zhuoling stared at her and laughed. "Fine, I misunderstood."

Although, he did come today with the intention of wanting her.

Not because he was lustful.

But because she came here to work and left him alone by himself in B City.

All of a sudden, she was missing from his life. He suddenly felt like a big part of him was missing.

He could have used the time when she was not around to focus on working hard.

But he realized that, let alone working over time, even when he was working during normal work hours in the day, he could not help but keep thinking of her.

He had already gotten used to that period of time previously. He would get off work on time and go and see her.

But these past two days, he kept forgetting that she was not around.

So he would clock out on time as usual and only realize when he reached her workplace that she was not there, she went to T City.

He could have continued working.

But he realized that when she was not around, he could not gather his energy to do anything.

When she was not around, he could not even focus on his work or raise his spirits up.

Words could not describe how much he missed her. He missed her when he was working in the day. When he lay on the bed at night and closed his eyes, he was still thinking of her.

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