Chapter 585
Ragib did not speak, his eyes staring at the apartment area in front of him. The last time he came back from the tavern, he stayed here for the night.
"Please allow us to ask Young Master, do you... care about Zoya very much?"
The veins on Ragib's forehead twitched. "What nonsense are you spouting? Do you believe that I'll shoot the both of you to death?"
"Don't be angry, Young Master. Let's ask, let's ask."
The two guards shut up immediately.
"You just care about it, why don't you admit it?"
Ragib asked again, "Do you have her phone number?"
"Miss Zoya?" The guard said, "No, I could have called the newspaper office to find her, but now it should be time to get off work. Young Master, when you helped Yael to follow her last time, you asked us to check Miss Zoya's hobbies. He should have got that phone number on the file, but the file is not here now."
Ragib's brows furrowed. It was indeed not there. That document should be in his residence...
Seeing that he did not speak, the guard said, "Young Master, if you want to talk to her about what happened in the daytime, you can wait until tomorrow to go to the newspaper office to find her. We don't know if she will come back or not."
But sometimes, things were so coincidental.
He was destined to meet someone.
They could even turn around a corner. Ragib was about to leave when he saw a taxi passing by and stopping in front of him.
Zoya got out of the car in a hurry, holding a black stuff in her hand. She said to the driver, her forehead full of sweat, "Sorry, I'm going to take it with me now..."
The taxi drove away again.
Zoya rushed to open the door of the community and said to the security guard uncle during the day, "Uncle, did my car add oil? I found a kitten outside, but it was hit by a car. Maybe its hind leg is broken. I'm going to send it to the hospital immediately..."
The thing in her hand, which looked like a small coal ball, made a weak meowing sound.
At this time, the sky was dark and lights had been turned on at the gate of the community. Zoya was talking to the security guards in a hurry. In Ragib's eyes, she used to be as hot-tempered as a woman, but now she was as anxious as the cat in her hand, asking for help...
The so-called woman with love was the most charming.
Ragib had never seen her so soft and kind-hearted.
In front of him, the security guard said something to Zoya. Zoya nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, I'll give you the money when i come back because it will be sent to the hospital very late. The driver has to go back because he has something to do. I'm afraid I won't be able to get a taxi back by then. So I can only drive my car..."
After saying that, Zoya ran into the community.
The guard looked at Ragib and asked, "Young Master, why don't you go there? Look, Miss Zoya is back..."
Ragib's face was a little cold and hard. Zoya's face that was wet with sweat appeared in his mind all the time. He actually had the impulse to go up to help her... However, upon realizing this thought, Ragib tried his best to restrain himself.
He didn't know what this kind of feeling was.
He was very annoyed.
"Let's go.
Ragib turned around and got into the car.
The guard was very surprised, "Ah? Why didn't you say a word to Miss. Zoya before you left?"
The two guards expressed that they didn't understand, but Ragib ordered them, so they could only do as he said.
That night, Zoya stayed very late in the pet hospital. Seeing the kitten escape, she paid the hospital fee and asked the pet hospital to find a loving person to adopt it. Then she returned to the Happy Community.
That night, she posted a message on her Moments and posted the picture of the cat on it, hoping that the poor girl could be adopted by a good man.
The next day, Zoya rushed to the newspaper with dark circles around nine o'clock.
Ron helped her to pour a cup of Blue Mountain coffee. "Chief editor-in-chief, you look very tired. Why don't you just rest at home?"
"Ah!" Zoya yawned tiredly. "You don't understand. 'Academic Star' is now all my work. There have been so many things to do these days. I have to personally observe and follow up on the plans..."
"Then the chief editor will go back early this afternoon." Ron said.
"That's right."
Leaning against her falling eyelids, Zoya opened the phone.
Ron looked at her friend's circle on the phone. "Hey? The editor-in-chief, did you pick up a kitten yesterday?"
"I was hit by a car. Poor thing. I was sent to the pet hospital." Zoya yawned and said, "Ron, if you don't do this in the future, you must find a short-term job. Otherwise, just like me, you don't even have the time to do a good deed."
In fact, if she had time, she would like to raise the cat, but she was always busy eating instant noodles.
"If I can't take good care of myself, how can take care of pets?"
"No, the chief editor, you've already sent it to the hospital. You've done enough for it." Ron said, "The chief editor, if you're busy, let someone else take care of it."
"Yes." Zoya nodded. That was the only way.
In the morning, his cell phone received a message from a strange number.
She picked it up, looked at it, and clicked on it [I'm Ragib. I can grant the press service to you in Huanan Military Region. We can talk about it at the Military Ministry at 2 p.m.
Zoya looked at the message and was stunned for a long time.
"He knows my phone number?" She said with her eyes wide open again, "No, he can find my phone number, but why did he promise to impart it to irreverent star' again?"
"This is the first time that I've made an exception!"
The lost opportunity came again, and Ragib, that man, agreed again?
Zoya's heart was pounding. She was stunned. She did not respond to the message for a long time. She did not know whether she should pass the message or not because she vowed not to cooperate with the Military Region yesterday!
But on the other hand, she hoped that "Clairvoyance" would have the chance to have an additional military section.
Zoya had been thinking about this question for the whole morning. During lunch, she was absent-minded. She sent a message and wanted to ask Chloe for her opinion, but she didn't reply. It was like a honeymoon and she didn't have time to look at the phone at all.
Zoya had no choice but to ask her friends on WeChat.
She asked, "May I ask which aspect is dignity and money?"
As long as she could report military news, or even the news about the largest military region in Huanan, the sales of "The Letter of Awareness" would definitely increase. Wasn't it just a large amount of money waving to her?
This was a matter of face and money.
Soon, there was a riot in WeChat.
[The first one is either rich or stupid!] [For economic planning, face doesn't exist...]
[If don't brag, who will give me one million, no, one hundred thousand, I can let him step on my face and groan.]
Looking at the sturdy reply from WeChat's friends, Zoya, a senior member of the senior society, was completely speechless.
As soon as Ron came back from dinner, she saw Zoya coming out of the office with a document in her hand. "Hey? Chief editor, where are you going?"
Zoya floated past them in the shape of a ghost. She lowered her head and said, "Well, I'm going out. I'm going to talk to the people in Military Region again..."