Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Hushui Renjia is one of the four-star hotels in Linhu City. Although it is not the top five-star hotel, it is built near the lake and is surrounded by mountains and rivers. It has a unique aura of lake light and water color. Wang Zijun and the others are in Linhu.

The room had been booked before arriving in the city.

"Zijun, can you help Grandpa Li with this matter?" Mo Xiaobei put the baby who had just taken a bath on the bed and asked Zijun softly.

Wang Zijun looked at Mo Xiaobei and his son, and a feeling of warmth surged in his heart. Mo Xiaobei was already in his thirties, but his skin that looked like it could be broken by a blow was much worse than when the two first met.

She is becoming more and more moisturized. If she hadn't matured day by day and dressed a little more professionally, she would probably be a school belle on a university campus.

"There is no problem in helping Grandpa Li. The problem is how to help. If I say something to Linhu City alone, it will not be difficult to increase the compensation conditions for Grandpa Li's family." Wang Zijun pondered for a moment, and then said: "In addition, we can

Help Grandpa Li and the others buy another house elsewhere."

Mo Xiaobei put down the little baby in his arms and looked at Wang Zijun without saying a word. The slight frown was telling Wang Zijun everything.

Wang Zijun and Mo Xiaobei have been living together for so many years, and they have long been in sympathy with each other. Looking at Mo Xiaobei's appearance, one can tell that she is somewhat dissatisfied with her arrangement.

Walking to Mo Xiaobei's side, Wang Zijun put his arms around Mo Xiaobei's thin shoulders and said softly: "I know you are not satisfied, but there are many things now, and I can't do whatever I want.

of."

Listening to her husband's emotion, Mo Xiaobei's expression became much softer. She didn't like to get involved in Wang Zijun's work, but she knew the current political situation in Nanjiang very well. Don't look at her husband in Nanjiang Feng.

When he was born in the water, he looked very beautiful, but only the people who were following him knew that he was walking on thin ice with trepidation every step he took.

Now, I don’t know how many people are staring at him, let alone how many people say that his hand is too long! If my husband ignores this and takes the initiative, these people may leave more things to say.

, becoming an excuse for their attacks.

"Let's find other ways to help Grandpa Li!"

Wang Zijun felt every trace of tenderness from Mo Xiaobei's green hands. He said nothing and quietly enjoyed the rare warmth. Although he wanted to speak justice for this matter from the bottom of his heart.

But with his current position, it made him feel even more constrained.

Greater power always means greater responsibility. As the Organization Minister of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee, although Wang Zijun has the right to express his own opinions on this matter, he himself cannot speak unabashedly and run into other people's affairs.

Pointing fingers at the private plot.

The current situation in Nanjiang is developing and moving forward according to his expectation under his promotion. Dou Mingtang became the deputy secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, and he, Dou Mingtang and Lu Jingxiu, in the eyes of outsiders, began to become Nanjiang.

pier.

Although this wharf is still relatively weak in the eyes of many people, it is an independent wharf after all. It is difficult to be weak between two strong people. Whether it is Chu Yunfeng or Ye Chengmin, Wang Zijun knows that he is still incomparable.

Based on this, this requires him to be doubly prudent in his work and promote the gradual implementation of various tasks. Many things may seem like trivial matters, but if they are not careful, they will become the fuse of a confrontation.

Wang Zijun heard from some channels that some people have reported to the superiors that his work style is arbitrary, domineering, and does not listen to other people's opinions.

The night near the lake is quiet.

The little baby has a very naughty habit, that is, when sleeping at night, he likes to knock his legs on his parents’ legs. Wang Zijun hit him more than once: If you don’t straighten your legs, your figure will not be straight enough when you grow up.

, then you can’t be a police uncle! Who would have thought that the little baby tilted his head and thought for a while, but still said firmly, “If I can’t be a police uncle, I still have to sleep among you. I just want my legs to tell me.”

, Mom and Dad are hugging me!

When Mo Xiaobei heard this, he was greatly moved. He quickly held his son in his arms and told him more than a dozen stories before he put the little guy to sleep. Wang Zijun gently moved the little baby away and looked at Mo Xiaobei.

After a hearty homework session, Wang Zijun fell asleep soundly.

Just when they were sleeping peacefully, they heard noises coming from outside. Wang Zijun was awakened from his sleep. He quickly opened the window and heard someone yelling at the top of his lungs: "There's a fire, put out the fire quickly!"

Is it on fire? The shocked Wang Zijun instinctively thought that the hotel was on fire. Just when he was about to wake up Mo Xiaobei and his son, he saw through the window an area more than a thousand meters away.

Fire shot into the sky.

The fierce flames burned the sky a little red. Because the place where the fire broke out was not a hotel, Wang Zijun breathed a sigh of relief. However, as he looked carefully at the direction of the fire, he found that the location of the fire was very familiar to him.

Just visited today.

It's like there was a fire in Mr. Li's house!

Just when Wang Zijun was shocked, Mo Xiaobei had already gotten up. He ran to the window anxiously, looked at the fire place, and asked worriedly: "I wonder how Grandpa Li and the others are doing now?"

Wang Zijun looked at Mo Xiaobei's anxious look and said thoughtfully, "You look after the little baby here, I'll go take a look."

Although Mo Xiaobei also wanted to find out what was going on, he put this idea aside after looking at his son who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

After walking out of the hotel, Wang Zijun walked straight to a taxi parked in front of the hotel. Although they came by car, the fire scene was chaotic, and he was not too familiar with the environment of Linhu City. Taking a taxi was the easiest way.

"Master, go to the Hualian Factory Family Home." After getting into the car, Wang Zijun said to the driver in a deep voice.

When the driver saw Wang Zijun getting into the car, he was about to start the car. When he told him the destination, the driver was stunned and asked strangely: "Brother, are you not mistaken? There is a fire fighting over there!" "Master,...

I have relatives living in that area, let me see how they are doing." As Wang Zijun spoke, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to the driver.

The driver took the cigarette, lit it, and sighed: "Brother, I advise you to wait until dawn before going there. That place is not safe now." At this point, he hesitated for a moment, and then said mysteriously: "

Where do your relatives live? I think you should give him some advice. If your arms can't lift your thighs, don't try harder!"

Wang Zijun knew that there was something in the driver's words, but he had no intention of talking about it at the moment. He immediately said: "Thank you, master, for your kindness. I will definitely advise my relatives later, but at this time, what I am most concerned about is his safety."

The driver leaned closer to the light and looked at him. He was in his thirties. He put out the cigarette he had taken two puffs of, and then said to himself: "Brother, I just want to see your temper, so I will give you a ride, but I have agreed."

, I just sent you to the roadside, and you have to go there by yourself."

Wang Zijun nodded and said, "Then I'll trouble you, master!"

The driver didn't drive slowly, and it was midnight and there were few vehicles on the street. In just a few minutes, Wang Zijun arrived at Mr. Li's family home. Before getting off the car, the driver gave a kind reminder

He said: "Brother, I'm just picking up people, don't let anything happen."

Wang Zijun got out of the car and walked quickly towards the community. At this time, the fire in the community was still burning. A chaotic crowd gathered at the gate of the community. Some people even shouted and used water basins to pour water on it.

, but this move is tantamount to a drop in the bucket and has no fire-fighting effect at all.

"My things, my bankbook is still in the house!" A woman who looked to be in her fifties struggled desperately to rush in, and a man next to her dragged her hard: "My child, forget it.

If we have no money, we can’t risk our lives if we try to make money. It’s too dangerous there!”

"Xiao Ming...Xiao Ming, where are you! Come here quickly!"

"No Yaoyao Ling, I am... there is a fire here! What, call the fire alarm, I have already called, but they haven't come here yet!"

Various chaotic sounds continued to fill Wang Zijun's ears. But he did not see the Li family. Just when he was about to find someone to ask, he saw a figure that looked like an angry tiger.

rushed out.

"Liu Er, I'll beat you to death, you bitch!" With a voice full of resentment, the man's fist hit a person standing aside fiercely.

This voice sounded familiar to Wang Zijun. He took two steps quickly and saw that the man who hit Liu Er had been knocked to the ground. However, the man did not give up. He stood up quickly and picked up a brick.

, and hit Liu Er hard on the head.

Although Liu Er had taken precautions, the brick still hit Liu Er on the head. However, Liu Er did not fall because of this. He covered his head with one hand and said loudly: "Li Jianxiu, you are so fucking crazy."

Well, if I don’t let you know how many eyes Lord Ma has today, I will take your last name from now on!”

As he spoke, he waved a few people behind him to rush toward Li Jianxiu. At this time, a woman in her thirties rushed out from the crowd. She came to Li Jianxiu's side like a protector.

Like an old hen holding a chicken, he neighed loudly: "Liu Er, give me back my child... give me back my child!"

Liu Er's originally fierce face changed at this time, but then a trace of ferocity appeared on his face: "You don't know where your child is, how can you, Mr. Liu, know where your child is? It's simply

You are talking nonsense and talking nonsense!"

"Xiao Hua...Xiao Hua didn't run out. Liu Er, you are the one who killed a thousand swords. Tell me, did you set this fire? You are so inhumane!" The woman scolded and rushed towards Liu Er like crazy.

passed.

Wang Zijun had already seen the woman's appearance clearly at this time. He remembered that during dinner in the evening, the woman had been sitting where Mr. Li's family members were. She didn't talk much, but she was busy inside and outside, looking like a good wife and mother.

Unexpectedly, this quiet woman was like an enraged lion, wailing non-stop: Give me back my child!

Wang Zijun naturally had no time to interact with the children of the Li family, but looking at the woman, he felt a bad feeling in his heart. The blazing flames were still burning, and the red firelight shone like blood.

on people's faces.

"It's none of my business that your daughter is upstairs. I'm telling you, sister-in-law of the Li family, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. If you spit on others, I can sue you for slandering others!" Liu Er's voice was loud.

But Wang Zijun clearly saw a hint of hesitation in his evasive eyes.

With Wang Zijun's experience, how could he not see that Liu Er was lying? He pondered for a moment and was about to take out his phone to call Qi Fulai. All the concerns he had before coming had already been put aside by Wang Zijun.

.Although his many years of career ups and downs have made him no longer impulsive, the blood in his heart is still not cold.

"Mom...Mom!"

The child's cry suddenly came from above. Through the firelight, Wang Zijun saw a delicate figure standing at the window of Li's house. In the firelight, this figure was so fragile, as if he would be killed in an instant.

Devoured by this flame.

The originally noisy voices calmed down at this moment. Everyone's eyes turned towards the girl on the window sill.

"Little flower!" Li Jianxiu cried out sadly, and was about to rush towards the corridor entrance that was already surrounded by flames. But the people around him couldn't watch him just rush in, and quickly grabbed him.

"Jianxiu, the fire is too strong, what are you doing! You can't rush in!" A man about the same age as Li Jianxiu grabbed Li Jianxiu's hand, and the muscles on his face were trembling a little.

Li Jianxiu didn't speak, he just used his actions to express his feelings. He desperately tried to break away from the hands that were pulling him, but unfortunately, those hands were holding him tightly like steel hoops.

Wang Zijun looked at the desperate Li Jianxiu, and his heart was full of sympathy, but the flames that had surrounded the entrance of the corridor were telling everyone that as long as they broke in, there was basically no possibility of getting out. Thoughts flashed in Wang Zijun's mind

, only at this moment did I realize that I was not a god.

The flames were getting bigger and bigger, and the little girl's shouts were getting hoarse. At this time, someone said something and jumped down, which immediately seemed to remind everyone.

"Are there any sheets or quilts? Hurry up and find someone to lay them down below!" Wang Zijun looked at the chaotic crowd and shouted loudly to everyone. Following his greeting, a dozen men dragged two or three beds with them.

The water-stained quilts stood directly under her.

Wang Zijun looked at the position on the fifth floor, and his hand was tightly holding the corner of the quilt. He was carefully calculating where the girl would land, but no matter how he calculated, he could not get an accurate answer.

Life was in one fell swoop. And in front of life, he felt that he was so powerless. The woman who had completely calmed down was quietly looking at her daughter who had climbed onto the window sill, and the fierce flames became even bigger.

.

"Little flower, be brave, mommy will take you to eat KFC tomorrow!" the woman told her daughter while crying.

The little girl under the firelight did not speak, but amid the anxiety of everyone, she jumped down from the window sill gently, like a broken leaf! (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and more updated. quick!)