Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

Soon, even Jiang Yu did not have much thought in this regard. He was too busy to go home for several days in a row, either sleeping in the office or sleeping on the plane. Every day I saw either the senior officials of various departments or his staff. The consultant, because of the conviction of former president Tang Xu, had to spend more time on the handover of work.

Jing Tong is relatively better. After all, most of her activities come with Jiang Yu. In addition, according to the practice, she may need to participate in some charity activities alone to pay attention to the rights of women and children, but she does not need to do this for the time being. Work, so when Jiang Yu doesn’t need to show up much, she doesn’t need to go out often, but she still can’t sit back and she has to prepare to move to work. The presidential palace is much larger than Jiang Zhaike, and only a few people like Chen are definitely not enough. It is her task to find a good housekeeper and maid.

After she was almost busy, Jing Tong realized that she hadn't seen her husband for a whole week!

Nor can I say that I haven’t seen it. There have been numerous reports of Jiang Yu’s personnel appointments in order to analyze his personality preferences and his political tendencies, so as long as she opens the page, the headlines are large photos of Jiang Yu.

She could only watch her husband in the photo, nibbling her nails.

Within this week, the two had only made two phone calls, and it was nothing more than reporting a peace, and they could not say a few words. She had to call the guards around Jiang Yu or assistants of all levels to piece together Jiang Yu's whereabouts from their mouths.

Chen Zhengfei comforted her with a few words: "Madam, just wait for you to move to the presidential palace. Most of your work will be completed in the presidential palace."

"I know." Jing Tong couldn't help but blankly glance at him, "Do I look like a mistress in a boudoir?"

"No, of course not!" Chen Zhengfei quickly denied, "I know you are only worried about your body..."

"It was originally. Duan Zhe said that if he was there, he would definitely guarantee that Jiang Yu's three meals would work properly... Is he reliable?" Jing Tong couldn't help but frown.

"Duan Zhe's ability to do things is still possible, otherwise you will not be transferred to your side." Chen Zhengfei reluctantly expressed his difficulty.

Although he had a competitive relationship with Duan Zhe before, he would not discredit his former colleagues.

Jing Tong snorted: "Forget it, you stay here to eat at noon."

"Hey!" Chen Zhengfei was honored to respond.

The next day was Jiang Yu's inaugural speech.

He still did not return that night, but Jing Tonglin received his phone call before going to bed.

"How is the preparation for the move?" This is his first sentence.

Jing Tong rolled his eyes silently in his heart. I thought the man was still Jiang Yu. He was really busy. He didn't even have good thoughts.

"Ready, Grandpa introduced me to a housekeeper. I chatted with the uncle and it was very reliable. He handed over the personnel arrangements for the presidential palace to him. He had already prepared it in advance. The sides are also packed and can be moved at any time." Jing Tong said.

Jiang Yu said with satisfaction: "It's hard work."

"It's okay. I only need to know people to use it well. I don't need to do specific work." Jing Tong's tone was quite proud.

Her behavior was also affirmed by Mr. Jiang, because when she asked her to recommend the stewards, she rarely praised her.