Yan Jiayu felt that everything that happened was very natural and could not be explained clearly in words. Wang Guohua did not seem to be the charming type, but when he came into contact, he would give people a feeling of being gradually trapped and wanting to get closer. This feeling
Yan Jiayu has no idea where he came from. A young man in his twenties has nearly forty years of life experience. The temperament he displays is the accumulation of many years of ups and downs in the business world. With this kind of temperament, the process of contact is natural.
It will show that he is different from his peers. If not, how could Yan Jiayu be attracted to a younger generation.
Yan Jiayu, who had put on her nightgown, remembered the scene in the warehouse in the afternoon and smiled proudly as she looked in the mirror. This outfit was so confident that Yan Jiayu found that she liked this level of ambiguous contact.
Yan Jiayu's vision was very accurate, and the clothes were neither too big nor too small. Wang Guohua still chose to dress neatly before coming out. When he entered the room and saw Yan Jiayu in short clothes, Wang Guohua just changed his mind for a moment and guessed roughly what Yan Jiayu was thinking.
After taking a deep breath and calming down, Wang Guohua leaned back on the chair, lit a cigarette for himself, and looked at Yan Jiayu's pitiful appearance with his arms around his bare shoulders.
"How much do you know about Boss Zeng's affairs in Nanshan County?" Wang Guohua looked serious. Yan Jiayu felt a little disappointed and was surprised by Wang Guohua's restraint.
"It's hard to say. When Secretary Zeng first came to Nanshan County, he was the last deputy county magistrate. When he was stationed in Dongling Township three years ago, he led the masses to engage in diversified business and achieved great results. This matter was discussed by the villagers.
A private teacher wrote a newsletter that was published in the provincial newspaper and became a model for the region. As a result, Secretary Zeng was elected as the executive deputy county magistrate, and was elected to the county seat last year."
Yan Jiayu gave a brief and comprehensive introduction. Wang Guohua frowned and said, "Who does Secretary Zeng have a better relationship with? I mean the superiors." The superiors Wang Guohua refers to are naturally in the region. Uncle Yan Jiayu is the organization minister. Wang Guohua hopes to pass
Some reasons can be clarified for this.
"I'm not sure about this, but I remember that the last time Secretary Zeng nominated the county magistrate, it was Secretary Wen's intention. Li Xiongfei was so overbearing that he sent the deputy squad leader to the hospital. Secretary Wen was very dissatisfied with this. I eavesdropped on my uncle's phone call and said it was
Secretary Wen slammed the table at the Standing Committee meeting."
Wang Guohua fell into deep thought. He could sense a message from Yan Jiayu's words. Zeng Zeguang did not have a strong supporter in the region. This would not be difficult to explain his walking to the provincial capital at night in times of crisis. This matter has been figured out.
Well, another thing is a bit uncertain. Secretary Zeng drove out alone, and he must have gone to meet someone. Who? A confidante? Wang Guohua didn't dare to think about it!
While Wang Guohua was meditating, Yan Jiayu sat quietly and watched. The cigarette was slowly burning in his hand. Wang Guohua didn't mean to move when he was thinking. Yan Jiayu found that she really liked seeing Wang Guohua like this. At this moment, her gaze was level.
He looked distant and profound, holding a cigarette in his left hand and fiddling with a lighter in his right hand.
"It's getting late, it's time to rest. We have to get up early tomorrow to pick up the leader for work." Wang Guohua suddenly broke the silence, and Yan Jiayu's face felt hot unconsciously. How to sleep at night? When Yan Jiayu was still hesitating, Wang Guohua had already hung up her satchel and said
: "You can rest, I'll park the car in front of your house."
Only then did Yan Jiayu realize that Wang Guohua was leaving, and the ideological struggle was in vain. "Sleep here." Yan Jiayu blurted out instinctively. Perhaps it was Wang Guohua's decision to leave that completely made Yan Jiayu let go of her reserve. He didn't have a chance! This idea
It was like a bolt of lightning lighting up in Yan Jiayu's mind.
Wang Guohua smiled bitterly and said, "You are hurting me!"
Yan Jiayu felt happy for no reason when she saw his wry smile, and said sophistry: "No way, you sleep with yours and I sleep with mine. The bed is so big, who told you to have dirty thoughts?"
Wang Guohua hooked his fingers at Yan Jiayu. Yan Jiayu hesitated for a moment and came over cautiously. Wang Guohua reached out and grabbed his little hand and pulled it forward. Yan Jiayu didn't have enough strength to rush forward. Wang Guohua sat on a chair and Yan Jiayu lay horizontally on his lap.
"Let you tease brother! Let you tease brother!" Wang Guohua laughed and scolded, his hands were not idle, and his slapped palms landed on his buttocks with neither lightness nor weight. This is where Wang Guohua liked Yan Jiayu the most, and he was finally caught
Got a chance.
After more than a dozen slaps, Yan Jiayu didn't even complain of pain, and moaned one after another. Wang Guohua heard that the sound was wrong and stopped. Yan Jiayu turned around and said with a flirtatious look: "Brother, have you beaten enough?"
The sling slipped off after such a toss, revealing her pink shoulders. Yan Jiayu smiled and stood up and sat across from her without lifting the sling. The nightgown just hung on the exposed half of her body.
Wang Guohua sighed: "You have done me a disservice."
Yan Jiayu rolled his eyes, knelt down, reached out and took out a handful and said, "Want to help?"
Wang Guohua......
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The phone rang when Zeng Zeguang finished washing up. So far, only two people knew the number. Zeng Zeguang knew it was Wang Guohua without having to guess. Looking at his watch, the time was eight o'clock, and Wang Guohua's time was very accurate.
"Well, come out!" Zeng Zeguang didn't need to answer. When he opened the door, he still saw Wang Guohua waiting at the door.
"Good morning, boss!" Wang Guohua reached out to take the bag. Zeng Zeguang smiled imperceptibly and walked out slowly with his hands behind his back.
The driver, Lao Yao, was already waiting in front of the car. When he saw Zeng Zeguang coming out, he leaned forward and said with a smile: "Good morning, Secretary!"
Zeng Zeguang's expression returned to his unchanging calmness. Wang Guohua opened the back seat door. When Zeng Zeguang noticed the hand blocking the door when he got in the car, he was somewhat surprised. He knew how to do this? Unexpectedly, this kid is really self-taught.
After getting into the passenger seat, Wang Guohua smiled and turned around and asked: "Boss, there is a restaurant over there at the farmer's market that makes good pot stickers."
This was agreed yesterday, but Wang Guohua didn't say it openly in front of Lao Yao. The casual tone made Lao Yao secretly surprised, secretly thinking that this kid was so favored. From the rearview mirror, Lao Yao noticed that Zeng Zeguang actually smiled.
, secretly envious in my heart.
When the car was still fifty or sixty meters away from the farmer's market, Wang Guohua asked Lao Yao to stop the car. Zeng Zeguang didn't say a word and sat still, waiting for Wang Guohua to open the door and get out of the car.
The driver, Lao Yao, wanted to follow, but unfortunately Zeng Zeguang didn't say anything. Just when Lao Yao was regretting, Wang Guohua turned around and made a gesture with a smile. Lao Yao immediately locked the door with a smile and caught up.
The pot stickers Wang Guohua mentioned was actually a roadside stall with a few tables set up and a family of three busy. The stall was opposite the farmer's market gate. The three of them ordered three bowls of porridge and thirty pot stickers, with some pickled ones.
I enjoyed eating the side dishes.
Zeng Zeguang had just finished eating and put down his chopsticks, and Wang Guohua stopped. Just when Zeng Zeguang took out a cigarette, there was a sudden commotion at the entrance of the market opposite. Zeng Zeguang's eyes were immediately attracted, and he also stood up.
The people at the market entrance fled away, only to see a young woman frantically chasing and beating another middle-aged woman. Behind them, there were seven or eight men punching and kicking a man lying on the ground.
"Mom x, you foreigner, how dare you steal my business." The woman running in front was tripping over in a panic, and the young woman behind caught up and straddled her, holding her down with one hand and slapping her hard with the other.
Slapping. He was being slapped and scolded, but no one around him stopped him.
The woman on the ground was beaten until her mouth was bleeding. The woman above refused to give up. At this time, two more women came from behind. The woman above shouted loudly: "Sisters, let this foreigner cool down."
The next two young women came forward with a smile and held down their hands and feet. The woman above reached out to tear off the clothes of the woman below.
Seeing this scene, Zeng Zeguang, who had been silent, showed anger on his face. Wang Guohua lowered the phone to him in time. Zeng Zeguang walked to the side with the phone and said in a low voice: "Get to the farmer's market in five minutes. I will
Who is it? I am Zeng Zeguang!"
At this time, Wang Guohua rushed forward and shouted: "Stop!"
The three women were so drunk that they stopped. They saw clearly that the person who came was unknown, and they laughed together. The leading woman did not forget to kick the woman on the ground before she stood up, and then turned around and shouted: "Lao Dan, someone is looking for trouble!"
Three men came up quickly from behind. The first one had a toothpick in the corner of his mouth and a ferocious green dragon tattooed on his shirtless arm. This guy walked up lazily and smiled at the woman: "Sister Gillian, what's wrong?
explain?"
The woman pointed at Wang Guohua and said, "Someone is meddling in other people's business. Come and tell them the consequences of standing up for themselves."
Zeng Zeguang had already hung up the phone at this time and was watching coldly with his hands behind his back. When he noticed that the driver, Lao Yao, was missing, he couldn't help but snorted coldly.
Wang Guohua stood there calmly, looking at the three men opposite. If it was in his previous life, Wang Guohua would definitely not be able to fight, and his body would not be able to bear it. But now it is completely different. When he was young, the farm boy would not say anything else.
Use your strength. When I was in Shanghai, the anti-cement cement at the railway station always came with two packs at a time.
There were many people on the other side, so Wang Guohua naturally refused to suffer the immediate disadvantage. He looked around from the corner of his eyes and caught a glimpse of a pair of fire tongs placed next to a breakfast stall. When the opponent came forward, Wang Guohua consciously stepped back in the direction of the fire tongs.
"MLB, a coward like you dares to do something bad to Sister Gillian. Brothers, beat him up." The leader said, and the two men behind him stepped forward with a ferocious smile. Wang Guohua stood still and the two of them left.
When he had taken three steps forward, he grabbed the handle of the tongs with one side and swung it towards a man's head with a single step.
Zeng Zeguang could see it clearly and couldn't help showing a slightly surprised expression. He didn't expect this young man to be so cruel.
There was a muffled sound, and a man ducked his head but not his shoulders. A poker hit him and he fell to the ground immediately.