Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Wang Zijun told Mo Xiaobei more than once that he suspected that his son Xiaobao had ADHD. This little guy was active and active every day. Even if he was tired and sweating profusely, he would not stop. He was so energetic!

But today was uncharacteristically different. After getting into the car, he took the initiative to fasten his seat belt and looked very obedient and well-behaved. "My baby is so well-behaved today. I'm going to see grandpa later. Don't mess around. You must be polite, okay?"

The little baby was really a little impatient with such instructions. When he was leaving home, he had already been warned by his grandma, and now he was being taught by Wang Zijun, and his rebellious mentality came up. While playing with what Wang Guangrong brought him when he came back,

"Oh, Dad, Mom is driving, stop talking, it's disturbing Mom's attention!"

Mo Xiaobei, who was driving in front, had always been very proud of his son's agility. Seeing his son calmly calm down his father's nagging, he smiled unconsciously.

Wang Zijun touched his son's head and smiled. At this moment, he felt that this moment was really warm. His wife was talented and his son was cute, so what else could he be dissatisfied with? The happiness he wanted was nothing more than this.

After lying down comfortably on the back seat, what Zhao Xuehua said came to mind again.

"The child adopted by Yinger!" Zhao Xuehua's words made Wang Zijun think about it. Although he had to do whatever he wanted to do that day, he had to admit that this question that puzzled him had always been in his mind.

If you don’t want to go, why does Ying’er want to adopt a child?

After Ying'er went abroad to study, the two of them had intermittent contact. Why didn't she say a word about this child...

Wang Zijun's mind kept leaping forward. Regarding this matter, he was a little scared, but also vaguely looking forward to it. This mentality made him very conflicted.

The car was parked at the Mo family's old house. The red lanterns added a festive color to the courtyard. At this time, there were many vehicles of all kinds parked outside the old house. They should be Mo Xiaoxiao who came from all directions.

Cousins ​​from the North.

When Wang Zijun walked into the courtyard with Mo Xiaobei and Xiao Baobao, the hall in the middle was already full of people. Children were laughing and chasing each other, and adults were chatting. It was full of a festive atmosphere.

The little baby looked at the dancing dragon lantern in the hands of a little boy, and his eyes shone with joy. If Wang Zijun hadn't dragged him, the kid would have rushed over to play with him.

"Xiaobei and Zijun are here." A middle-aged man in his forties came over. He stretched out his hand to Wang Zijun with a smile and said: "Zijun, I haven't seen you for a while. Last time I went to Nanjiang,

I originally wanted to see you, but unfortunately you came to Beijing for a meeting. It’s a rare gathering today, so I have to have a drink or two!”

Wang Zijun is not too familiar with this middle-aged man, but his name and title are still correct. This middle-aged man is called Mo Dongsheng, and he is the nephew of the old man. The old man has only a few brothers, but he has several cousins. Following Mr. Mo

As I get older, these relatives also begin to appear at the Mo family’s New Year’s Eve dinner.

Regarding this current situation, Wang Zijun guessed that his father-in-law did it deliberately. After all, old people like to nostalgic and lively when they reach a certain age. The old man has been in the military all his life, but he is not immune to this matter.

While shaking hands with the middle-aged man, Wang Zijun said with a smile: "Uncle, I will toast you two more glasses today. Let me know in advance next time you go to Nanjiang. I promise not to go anywhere and will be waiting for you at home!"

While the two were talking, several more young people quickly came to greet Wang Zijun. When the young man walking in the front saw Wang Zijun, he smiled and said: "Uncle, my dad is Mo Jiangluo. When I was a child,

I like to follow you around the most, do you still remember me?"

Mo Jiangluo's son? Wang Zijun looked at the young man in front of him. Although he was a little confused, he still smiled and said: "You are so old, where is your father?"

"My dad is being scolded in the house. It seems he did something wrong and Third Grandpa must have heard about it." Mo Jiangluo's son beamed with joy and was not at all anxious because he was being scolded.

Wang Zijun smiled, and Mo Xiaobei already said softly: "It seems that Brother Jiang Luo has something wrong with his investment. Although it didn't cause much trouble, it was still brought to my dad's house!"

Wang Zijun nodded, he and the younger generation of the Mo family nodded, and walked towards the hall.

These young people who have been pampered since childhood are all born and raised in the capital. They form their own gang and live a life without worries about food and clothing. Of course, it is difficult for others to enter such a gang. They have a common habit: pride and arrogance.

. Under normal circumstances, when dealing with others, they either look cold and ignore them, or act like no one is bossing them around. But when facing Wang Zijun, they did not dare to do this.

These young people were full of respect for Wang Zijun, who looked not much older than them. Although they were not too familiar with Wang Zijun, they also knew that he was now in great power. What's more, they had already learned about this from their parents.

The legendary experience of this little uncle is familiar to us. If nothing else, take the youngest deputy ministerial cadre as an example, it is an achievement that they have looked up to all their lives.

"Xiaoge, aren't you going to tell your uncle that you want to go to Nanjiang? It was such a great opportunity just now, why don't you go over and say hello?" A young girl who looked to be twenty years old said to the young man next to her.

.

The man known as Xiaoge was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head and said, "Second sister, I just... was a little scared when I saw my uncle."

His embarrassed look made everyone burst into laughter. Xiaoge asked angrily: "Don't laugh at me. Aren't you afraid of it yourself?"

His words immediately silenced everyone. Yes, everyone had the same mentality when facing this young uncle, and they were instinctively afraid. Although Wang Zijun was not much older than them, in the Mo family

In this circle, what they are more in awe of is their strength. Wang Zijun became the Organization Minister of Nanjiang Province at such a young age. This makes them feel proud and at the same time, they are also in awe of Wang Zijun.

Especially those who hang out in the capital, when attending a friend's party, they will use Wang Zijun to flatter themselves. Wang Zijun does not know that in the eyes of these juniors who come to greet him in an endless stream,

, in the future, he, Wang Zijun, will definitely be able to take advantage of the situation and occupy the most central position.

"Xiaobao, let grandpa see if he has gained weight again." When Wang Zijun and Mo Xiaobei walked into the hall, the old man waved to the little baby standing next to Mo Xiaobei. As for Wang Zijun and Mo Xiaobei,

, was simply ignored.

Although he was busy playing with his toy car in the car, when facing the old man, the child was surprisingly well-behaved. He ran a few steps quickly and came to the old man, and said sweetly, Grandpa, Xiaobao wants to play with you!

You see, I also brought my favorite toy car to the old man. This gesture naturally made the old man laugh.

Seeing his son's ability to change his face quickly, Wang Zijun secretly wondered why this little guy could observe people's emotions and talk with his ears since he was a child? He said hello to the old man and came to Mo Dongyuan's side.

Mo Dongyuan was very satisfied with Wang Zijun as his son-in-law. He smiled gently at Wang Zijun and said, "How many days are you going to stay in Beijing?"

"I plan to go back after the holiday, but Xiaobei and Baobao may stay a little longer." Wang Zijun has always been a little worried about Mo Dongyuan. Although this father-in-law is mostly kind and cheerful, Wang Zijun knows that this father-in-law is

The power hidden under the peaceful smile. Although he has achieved a little bit, he is still not on the same level as his father-in-law.

Mo Dongyuan taught him earnestly and earnestly like a leader giving a report: "Zijun, you haven't been to Nanjiang for a long time. You must observe carefully and don't talk nonsense until the last moment. There is a sentence you must remember.

Make decisions before taking action, accumulate more and then make decisions later."

"Hahaha, Dongyuan, you'd better not say anything to Zijun to encourage the juniors, so as not to leave me speechless." While the two were talking, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties came to Mo Dong.

Someone from far away interrupted with a smile.

Wang Zijun was no stranger to this middle-aged man. He immediately stood up and greeted: "Hello, Third Uncle."

The person whom Wang Zijun calls his third uncle is a cousin of Mo Dongyuan, who holds the position of deputy mayor in the city below. Although his status is not too high, he is very close to Mo Dongyuan because he often interacts with the old man.

familiar.

"Zijun, have a good New Year." The third uncle said with a smile: "This Spring Festival, when I meet the juniors, I like to tell them to do their best and less trouble for the Mo family, but in the face of Zijun

Jun, I really don’t know what to say. You know, when I saw the organization director of our province, he was very nervous."

His words made the people around him laugh. After laughing, they felt that his words were natural. After all, Wang Zijun's position was exactly where he was now.

The Mo family's New Year's Eve dinner usually starts late. After all, the old man is getting old. After eating a simple meal, accompanied by Mo Xiaobei and Xiaobao, he went to the bedroom to rest. And Mo Dongyuan

Then he continued drinking and chatting with his cousins.

Although Wang Zijun does not have a high seniority here, he was forced to sit at the chairman's table. In the eyes of others, this was a look at him, but Wang Zijun smiled bitterly. He could only sit in a polite manner.

Smiling and chatting there.

There were too many people coming to Mr. Mo’s place for New Year’s Eve dinner. Wang Zijun and Mo Xiaobei had been married for several years. There were so many people in the Mo family that it was so exhausting for Wang Zijun to remember them. Later, he simply stopped remembering them and listened to them more.

Say less. Such a thing

This helpless move added a lot to his glory: No wonder Wang Zijun was able to become famous at a young age, but you don't see that he rarely speaks? Which person with an exquisite mind would be speechless in public?

Blocking noise?

Everyone chatted about some anecdotes and listened with great interest. Wang Zijun is the kind of person who can adapt to changes. No matter what you talk about, he can draw parallels. It seems that in his brain, the paths of thinking extend in all directions. And so on

smart one

When we are together, no matter what topic we talk about, there is no communication barrier. Especially when Mo Dongyuan and the others recall the prosperous years of their youth, Wang Zijun listens with a smile and makes comments from time to time, which attracts Mo Dongyuan.

They nodded frequently in the distance.

"Zijun, it's getting late. You should go and rest first." After all, the mother-in-law felt more sorry for her son-in-law. Seeing Wang Zijun's situation, she came over to get away.

Wang Zijun also felt that there was no point in sitting down, so he happily complied with the escape route given by his mother-in-law and quickly left the wine shop.

It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening, and Mo Xiaobei and Xiao Baobao had already slept in Mo Xiaobei's old room. Wang Zijun hesitated for a while, but decided to drive home.

At this time, there were not many people in the Mo family's old house. After the New Year's Eve dinner, the young people went off to have fun. When Wang Zijun started the car and was about to leave, someone outside opened the door and sat in: "Hey, I'm about to

He said he couldn't find a car and took me to Xinyang Club..."

The man sat down carelessly, and just when he was about to address Wang Zijun, he leaned against the street lamp and saw Wang Zijun's face clearly. His face was still a little drunk, but he suddenly woke up from fright, and said incoherently: "Sister-in-law... uncle, I

I didn’t see clearly that it was you, what, you were busy with your business..."

Although Wang Zijun couldn't name him, he knew he was Mo Xiaobei's junior. He smiled tolerantly and said, "I'm just going out. Where is the Xinyang Club you mentioned, I'll send you there first."

The young man became much more courageous when he saw that Wang Zijun was so approachable. What's more, he sincerely wanted to have more contact with this little uncle. For him, it was impossible for him to establish friendship with his little uncle.

, because between each other

The gap is really too big, but no matter what, this little uncle's appreciation is a valuable asset. He smiled and said: "Uncle, please excuse me. My grandfather is Mo Donghu, and my name is Mo Donghu."

Mo Qi, I just graduated from college this year."

The young man originally wanted to give his father's name, but he was afraid that the brother-in-law was not very familiar with his father, so he directly gave his grandfather's name.

Mo Donghu, Wang Zijun has the impression that this Mo Donghu should be the oldest among Mo Dongyuan's generation. Although he is now retired at home, he is full of energy and speaks loudly.

"What are Mo Qi going to do in the future?" Wang Zijun asked casually while driving.

Mo Qi was a little nervous. In the past, when the elders in the family asked him what he was going to do, he always dealt with it casually. But now when Wang Zijun asked him, he only felt an indescribable pressure. After hesitating, he stammered.

Said: "I plan to play for another two years, but grandpa doesn't agree."

Wang Zijun smiled. He still has a certain understanding of the psychology of young people today. Although Mo Qi is not a direct descendant of the Mo family, with the old man here, it is not a problem to have a good future. For someone like him, it is not a problem.

The mentality of playing for two years is also a common mentality of people of his status.

"You can get familiar with work and have fun at the same time." Wang Zijun's words made Mo Qi keep nodding in agreement.

Under Mo Qi's guidance, Wang Zijun's car quickly drove into a small alley. After entering a gray-looking gate, there was something strange inside. There were hundreds of cars parked in a huge parking lot.

I watched it for a while, and those who didn’t know it thought it was a car show. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to become a registered member of Piaotian Literature to recommend this work. Your support is my biggest motivation.)