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At noon that day, in the exclusive private room of Haizhirao Restaurant in Hairao Development Zone, Yu Zhanrong, Peng Yuncai and others drank six kilograms of Hennessy under the warm reception of Ou Jianling. As the protagonist of this banquet, Dou Yifan inevitably poured a lot of wine. When the foreign wine was almost drunk, Yu Zhanrong proposed to go back to Zhouning city. Ou Jianling smiled and suggested that Yu Zhanrong go to the guesthouse in Hairao Development Zone for a short rest, saying that it was not safe to drive back after drinking at noon, and that Yu Zhanrong and Peng Yuncai's drivers had a rest time. Yu Zhanrong reluctantly agreed, saying that he was following the local customs and asked Ou Jianling to arrange it. What was the subsequent stage of this arrangement? Dou Yifan couldn't guess much. After all, he did not participate in this kind of erotic and erotic lunch entertainment program.

Dou Yifan, who had exceeded the alcohol standard at noon that day, knocked on his forehead when Yu Zhanrong, Peng Yuncai and others left, and smiled and said that he was not drunk. Ou Jianling thoughtfully invited Dou Yifan to rest together. Dou Yifan politely refused, saying that he could just sit in the private room of the restaurant. Watching Ou Jianling and his group leave, Dou Yifan fell down on the sofa in the private room and began to close his eyes to rest.

"Yifan, how are you doing? Is it important? Do you need to ask the waiter to cook a pot of hangover tea for you? No wonder Lao Ou said you are drunk, you are really drunk?" Just as Dou Yifan was drowsy and wanted to take a nap, Zhou Liming, who had just come out of the bathroom, walked up to him and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, Brother Ming, you guys go play!" Dou Yifan opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Liming, who was also drunk and blushed. He waved his hand gently and muttered vaguely.

"Then...you have a rest here! I'll accompany Minister Yu and the others!" Zhou Liming didn't stop for a long time, and said a few words to Dou Yifan and walked towards the door.

"Brother Ming..." Looking at Zhou Liming's anxious figure, Dou Yifan subconsciously called him.

"Ah? What's wrong? Do you need someone to call me here to take care of you?" Zhou Liming, who was stopped, looked back at Dou Yifan, with a question on his face.

"No need! Thank you!" Dou Yifan rushed to his mouth and swallowed all the words when he saw Zhou Liming's impatient look. He originally wanted to remind Zhou Liming to participate in the next entertainment program less, but when he saw Zhou Liming's serious urgency and yearning, Dou Yifan felt that his words were really redundant. Since he knew it was redundant, there was no need to say it.

Zhou Liming nodded and walked out the door with big strides. Dou Yifan, who was lying on the sofa, seemed to hear Zhou Liming telling a waiter and other staff at the door to cook a bowl of sobering tea for him in the room. Dou Yifan pulled the corners of his lips lightly, put his long legs on the sofa, and narrowed his eyes comfortably. With Zhou Liming's explanation, Dou Yifan could not leave him alone.

It seems that women are the most sensitive, especially housewives like Lin Xiaoru, who are three-point and one-line, who are all looking at the subtle changes of their husbands. That is why the Zhou family is unhappy and some vague awkward. Zhou Liming changed, and he changed unconsciously, and even Dou Yifan felt unfamiliar. Zhou Liming, who used to beat the Furong King, is now Great China, and is still the kind of super soft China. Zhou Liming would accompany his wife to buy vegetables, cook and make some foods that his children like at home, but Zhou Liming now has no time to do these trivial and boring trivial things.

Zhou Liming's footsteps were gone. Dou Yifan, who had stretched his muscles and bones on the sofa, sat up slowly and took out a packet of Red Shuangxi from his small bag. He lit a familiar cigarette. Dou Yifan took a sip and looked down at the not-so-class cigarette in his hand with some attachment. He knew that there would be fewer opportunities to smoke such cheap cigarettes in the future. Even if he didn't want to change, the environment would require him to make some changes. For example, the cigarette in his hand, even if he didn't want to turn it into Greater China, he would not be able to continue smoking Red Shuangxi in front of others.

After smoking a cigarette, Dou Yifan stood up from the sofa, washed his face in the bathroom, walked smoothly out the door. He didn't need any sober tea or any quenching soup, because he drank Muyun's brand of love soup. Fortunately, Li Muyun prepared a large pot of ginseng water for Dou Yifan in the morning before going out. Dou Yifan, who had drunk some love ginseng water in advance, was able to barely drive the car back to the office building of the district party committee and government after he had enough wine and meals.

When he returned to the office building, Dou Yifan remembered that this six-story building had no place to settle down. The office arranged by Ou Jianling for him had not been implemented yet. Even if Dou Yifan wanted to go to work, there was no place to go. Parked the car in the parking lot on the side of the office building, Dou Yifan lit a cigarette again. Sitting in the car, he was smoking a cigarette while beating the steering wheel boredly. What circled his mind was the meaning that Peng Yuncai was inadvertently revealed in the restaurant just now. That is, it is rare for Dou Yifan to take office to use the special escort of the Municipal Party Committee Organization Department and the Director of the Personnel Bureau. It can be seen that Yu Zhanrong also gave Dou Yifan a lot of face. Of course, this face can be understood as being for the mayor Shi Dezheng, so Dou Yifan was very "happy" with Yu Zhan.

Rong and Peng Yuncai drank a few more drinks. Regardless of whether Dou Yifan was willing to admit it or not, the halo of Shi Dezheng on his head was the halo of Shi. No matter whether the fact was this or not, Dou Yifan had already been engraved with the brand of the surname "Shi". Of course, at this stage, Dou Yifan's brand is more beneficial than disadvantages. As the saying goes, if you don't look at monks and Buddha's face, Dou Yifan's face is not that good, but Shi Dezheng's face is still the best time for Zhouning. Otherwise, how could he, a 27-year-old child, join the highest decision-making level of Hairao Development Zone? Thinking of the scene in the conference hall this morning, Dou Yifan involuntarily lit a cigarette. In the smoke, Dou Yifan subconsciously touched his smooth chin and found that the corners of his mouth were really hairless.
Chapter completed!