Chapter 308: Master Xie’s Beloved Wife Should Not Be Provoked

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The reporter was stunned and couldn't react. Their high-end cameras and microphones, his bonus.

His eyes were red with anger, and he pointed at Yun Bixue and cursed: "Miss Yun, you think you are great just because you follow Mr. Xie. You can easily smash other people's things. Yun Mengshi is still your sister. You framed your own sister and didn't let anyone say it. It must be you who did it... It must be you who did it..."

The reporter felt very uncomfortable when he thought that the bonus he was about to get was gone. He usually reported a lot of explosive news and made a lot of money. He had already been obsessed with money and was a little overconfident.

So he spoke without caring about anything. But the cameraman next to him changed his face and ran away without caring about the reporter.

The reporter was still cursing, and Xie Shiyi kicked him over, "Don't overestimate your own abilities, a man is like a shrew."

Yun Bixue was not angry, but it was the first time she heard Xie Shiyi say so many words at once. She was a little surprised and wanted to applaud.

Looking down at the male reporter lying on the ground, she shook her head and sighed, indeed like a woman, "Ask which reporter it is, and then find their boss!" Yun Bixue thought that if people don't offend her, she won't offend others, and if people disrespect her, she doesn't need to be too good-tempered.

This is the experience gained from so many years of survival.

But before she could make any move, all the media agencies in Ning'an City closed down, and the male reporter was also laid off. He took his resume to apply for jobs everywhere, but no one dared to hire him.

Later, when other media heard that he was coming, they hurriedly closed the door, fearing that if they had any relationship with this person, they would be the ones to be closed next time.

What a joke, this person can't tell the difference between east, west, south, north, and north, and doesn't know the current situation. Haven't you heard that Mr. Xie spoils his wife? No one dares to provoke Miss Yun, but this person is good, but he provokes her and curses her. Isn't this looking for death?

Yun Bixue was also surprised to know that this media agency was closed. She realized that it was Mr. Xie who helped her do it, and she felt sweet in her heart and was in a good mood all day.

Tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Lanterns are everywhere on the street. Yun Bixue, Yun Bilu, Mother Lu, Aunt Zhou and other family members make glutinous rice balls together and plan to cook and eat them tomorrow.

Xie Limo came back in the evening and knew that Yun Bixue and Yun Bilu were going to visit their parents' graves the next day. There is a saying here that lanterns are sent on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, which means worshiping ancestors and burning paper.

Xie Limo accompanied Yun Bixue to buy some lanterns and "paper money" for the ancestors. He personally folded some gold ingots with golden paper.

Yun Bixue watched Xie Limo folding ingots seriously, and felt indescribably touched. "Limo, many people don't want to do this, and think that sending flowers is enough."

"After marrying you, I will naturally follow your customs. I will accompany you to meet my parents tomorrow."

"Well, my parents will be happy to see you."

At night, Yun Bixue always dreamed and sweated on her face. Xie Limo wiped her sweat from time to time, woke her up from her sleep, comforted her for a while, and let her fall asleep. In order to take good care of Yun Bixue, Xie Limo could be said to have not slept all night.

On the afternoon of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, after comforting the grandfather who was a little sad, Xie Limo drove the sisters to the Yun family's ancestral tomb.

This place is a beautiful place with clear water and mountains, but Yun Bixue and her sister are a little sad, especially Yun Bilu, who has not been here for many years.

Although many years have passed, every time they think of the things of the past, they will still be sad.