Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Wang Zijun has realized that the current situation is not optimistic, but he did not know that it has reached such a serious point. Although the emergence of such a situation is related to the control of the epidemic, there are also some people who are adding fuel to the flames behind the scenes. Wang Zijun has been immersed in officialdom for many years, and he is very familiar with officialdom.

It's not unfamiliar. He climbed up step by step from Xihezi Township. Although every step was favored by opportunities, it also had his own strategizing efforts.

At this point, he had to admit that a Taiwanese writer was right when he said that Chinese people are ugly, and the best way to knock down an opponent is to invite him to the urn. Perhaps since he got involved in this matter, he has entered the stage of controlling the opponent's intentions.

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"Dear, listen to my mother, my father has been suffering from insomnia these past two days." Lin Ying'er was silent for a moment and said softly to Wang Zijun.

Sitting in this position, there should be many things that can make Lin Zeyuan sleepless, but Wang Zijun can't help but take the matter on himself. The reason why Nanjiang's epidemic prevention and control plan was passed is inseparable from Lin Zeyuan's support. The current situation

, it’s strange that Lin Zeyuan can feel relaxed.

Wang Zijun was filled with guilt, but he still comforted Lin Ying'er and said, "This won't affect Uncle Lin, it's okay."

"Well, you...it would be great if you don't serve as this official. Let me tell Sister Xiaobei how beautiful it would be for us to be neighbors." Lin Ying'er said with infinite resentment.

"Don't be unhappy!"

If you don't serve as an official, can you live a more unrestrained life than now? Maybe power is a good thing. When you stand at a certain height, it will be beautified unconsciously. Once you take off your armor and return to the field, you will be an ordinary passerby.

That’s it. By that time, will there still be people who love me like this?

Lin Zeyuan's insomnia made Wang Zijun feel guilty. Although he didn't completely rely on Lin Zeyuan after walking so far, his influence was everywhere.

Wang Zijun has always respected Lin Zeyuan. In his eyes, Lin Zeyuan is the kind of person who is successful but has no official airs. I don't know when, Wang Zijun felt that Lin Zeyuan was not only harsh to him, but also mixed with other things. Those

The elders who were relatively close to Lin Zeyuan also regarded themselves as Lin Zeyuan's successors, intentionally or unintentionally. Although no one mentioned this topic, they understood each other tacitly and were recognized by most people.

Wang Zijun was a little depressed. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and his eyes suddenly fell on a word. This banner was written by Mr. Mo himself to Wang Zijun: Serve the public wholeheartedly.

Wang Zijun was filled with emotions for a moment. Wasn't the reason why he pushed for this matter so hard to prevent the virus from happening again in his life?

The result of the matter was going according to his wishes. No, it was almost better than he expected. However, this good result actually became an excuse for being attacked.

"Since you have a public heart, why should you care about other people's opinions?" Wang Zijun comforted himself and prepared to start the day's work.

In the evening, Wang Zijun turned down two invitations and prepared to go home for a rest. Mo Xiaobei had not returned from the capital yet, and he felt empty.

Just as he was about to go home, Liao Anru called.

Liao Anru invited him to dinner in Donghong City. After hesitating, Wang Zijun drove towards the agreed place. Soft lights floated in the air, adding a warm and pleasant atmosphere to the bustling road. In recent years, Dongzijun has

Hongshi’s urban construction is improving day by day

What is commendable is that while pursuing modernity, it has added a lot of humanistic flavor. The moat is like a kind mother, understanding and forgiving everything that will happen. It stretches its limbs quietly, as if to

Ready to sleep.

When Wang Zijun rushed to the agreed upon location along the moat, he was surprised to find that what was in front of him was not a hotel, but Shuijingwan, a high-end villa area next to the Forest Park.

With the renovation of the moat by Donghong City, it has become a landscape. In addition, it is close to the forest park, and the villa area is full of flowers and grass at night. Waterbirds gather on the waves. The moat is like a jade belt with sparkling waves and cattail grass.

The river water gently laps the embankment, making

There are rhythmic clattering sounds, weeping willows fluttering lazily in the breeze, and trees on the river bank. Everything in front of you has to be admired. The developer has successfully created a "water passes in front of your home, and your home stands by the water."

The waterscape bay highlights the unique charm of this villa area.

A small asphalt road winding down into the waterscape bay. Wang Zijun paused at the gate. Probably Liao Anru had already said hello. The security guard came over and gave a military salute and guided Wang Zijun into Liao Anru's home.

When Wang Zijun walked into the villa, Liao Anru, dressed in home clothes and wearing no makeup, walked towards him with a smile on her face.

Over the years, Wang Zijun and Liao Anru have always met in public places. When Liao Anru appeared in front of Wang Zijun in home clothes, Wang Zijun felt as if she was from another world. Isn't this his original wife?

The familiar scene made Wang Zijun almost want to hug the person walking towards him into his arms. She was charming, strong and soft at the same time. She was no longer as beautiful and gorgeous as in public, but Liao Anru in front of her had a rare sense of serenity and tranquility. Just like

A bunch of lilacs blooming on the mountain behind Yanzhi Nan, silent, light, elegant and subtle, not at all tacky, exaggerated or artificial.

When her eyes met Wang Zijun, her whole face was filled with a kind of love that could not be concealed. That kind of love was like warm sunshine, making people feel peaceful and comfortable, and making people feel tired and anxious.

At this moment, all the tension and fatigue disappeared

Lu's body and mind were also released to the maximum extent at this moment. Wang Zijun only felt a wave of stronger impulses attack him. He really wanted to run forward and hold this woman in his arms. However, the only thing he could do was

A trace of reason still allowed him to control himself.

"Are you back?" Liao Anru looked at Wang Zijun with a hint of joy on her beautiful face.

"Well, I'm here." Liao Anru's words seemed to drag Wang Zijun back to his original memory. At that time, he was just a primary school teacher in Yanzhinan Village, and she was a virtuous housewife.

Whenever Wang Zijun comes back from school, the first thing Liao Anru says is always "Back", and Wang Zijun's answer is these three words.

Liao Anru looked at the man in front of her, her heartbeat quickened for a moment, and she was sweating all over. After so many years, she was still very confident in herself. No matter where she went, she was confident that her beauty was enough to mobilize the presence.

All men have pituitary glands, and all men have piercing eyes, but this man is an exception. She has always hoped to live with this man, and today, she finally invited him to her home.

"I have cooked a few dishes. Although they are not as good as those at restaurants outside, they are still enough to serve." Liao Anru rubbed her hands and pointed toward the dining table, saying with a hint of uneasiness.

Rattan chairs, bamboo curtains, lanterns are used as decorations, and the black and gray short brick walls are unique. A lot of thought must have been spent on the decoration. From the look of it, it is simple and friendly, ancient and fashionable, peaceful and quiet, and nowhere else.

It doesn't reveal a warm atmosphere.

There were four plates of dishes and a bottle of red wine on the dining table. These four dishes were familiar to Wang Zijun. In her previous life, Liao Anru was a good cook, and these were the dishes she was best at.

Walking opposite Liao Anru, Wang Zijun did not open the wine, but picked up the chopsticks and picked up the braised pork in the middle. Over the years, Wang Zijun began to pay attention to health and rarely ate meat.

The first bite of the braised pork was put into his mouth, and it melted in his mouth very quickly. In the previous life, Yan Zhinan’s favorite food was the braised pork made by Liao Anru, but the price of the meat at that time was not as good as the one at that time.

This is not cheap for the couple, and it becomes even more of a luxury after the child is born.

"If you use firewood to stew, the effect may be better." Wang Zijun put down his chopsticks with satisfaction and said to Liao Anru with a smile.

Liao Anru, who was already worried and almost collapsed, had the urge to hit this man, but the man's compliments on her cooking skills made her sweeter than drinking honey.

Being able to sit with him like this and let him quietly eat a meal cooked by me should be the greatest happiness in my life.

Opening the red wine, Liao Anru said softly: "This bottle of wine was brought from abroad. It should taste good. Try it."

Under the bright light, two crystal wine glasses clinked together. As less than half of the dishes were left on the plates, their faces began to turn a little red.

Over the years, Wang Zijun has been tested by alcohol for a long time, and his drinking capacity is considered acceptable. But today, he is not in a good mood. It is said that drinking makes you drunk quickly. Wang Zijun's thoughts at this time feel a little wandering.

"I have flown to several cities in the past two days, and almost a lot of people are talking about Nanjiang's virus prevention. I want to know, are you okay?" Liao Anru finally mustered up the courage to speak out what she was thinking.

Liao Anru had no plans to come to Nanjiang this time, but the rumors she heard these days made her determined to come to Nanjiang. For this reason, she canceled two concerts and several important opening ceremonies.

She knows that even if she is by his side, she cannot help him. Because although she is very popular in the circle, to him in the officialdom, she is just an actor. His level is beyond her reach.

But even if she couldn't do anything, she still had to come over, for no other reason than to talk to him and comfort him.

In front of many people, Wang Zijun looked as if nothing had happened. At this time, Wang Zijun, who was already drunk, looked at Liao Anru sitting aside, as if he had returned to the small courtyard in Yanzhinan.

It seems like I have returned to the days when two people sat together to discuss things.

"...The reason why I want to do this is to prevent disaster from happening. Now that everything is getting better, I am the one making the fuss... There are people here who are causing trouble. They don't want me to get up. If

If you can knock me to the ground with a stick, that would be even better..."

Wang Zijun closed his eyes in pain, raised his neck suddenly, and poured a glass of wine into his stomach: "Many people think that what I did hindered the economic development of Nanjiang. In fact, they don't know that if they relax their vigilance, the virus will spread."

If we take advantage of this opportunity, once it spreads, this disaster will be unprecedented. If we regret it then, how will it be too late?!"

"Tell me, if I ignore the seriousness of the matter and wait until the situation becomes serious and unmanageable, then I will deal with it. Will everyone be convinced? Then they will stop talking nonsense and say that I am doing this because of all my thoughts.

Want political achievements?"

Wang Zijun was drunk, and his eyes became confused. For him, this moment was the moment of true relaxation. And the woman who listened to him pouring out his lifelong dissatisfaction in his previous life had become truly relaxed.

She returned to him eagerly.

Listening to Wang Zijun's complaints, Liao Anru's heart became warm. At this time, she felt that he, who was so aloof, had returned to her, making her feel more close.

It's great to be able to talk to him like this!

Wang Zijun, who couldn't help but drink another glass of wine, his voice became calmer: "For political achievements? All the work I did in Nanjiang is obvious to all. My destination has been decided. No one can do anything to me. I

Why bother?"

The bottle of red wine quickly reached the bottom, and Wang Zijun couldn't help but lie down on the table. Looking at Wang Zijun who was completely drunk, Liao Anru lifted him up with distress and prepared to take him to the room to rest.

The villa is very large. In addition to the guest room, there is also a bedroom belonging to Liao Anru. I just took Wang Zijun for a few steps and suddenly remembered that when I returned to Donghong City, I just dried the quilt in the bedroom, and the things in the guest room were not moved at all.

Pass.

This villa in Donghong City is Liao Anru's own private residence. She has carefully avoided the traces of the paparazzi, and she has never brought anyone else to live here.

Thinking that she had never used it before, Liao Anru bit her lips and finally walked towards her room. Although she felt it was a bit inappropriate, she could not let him sleep in that uncomfortable place no matter what.

Liao Anru opened the door and put Wang Zijun on the bed. Liao Anru was already sweating profusely. Although she had done farm work at home when she was a child, almost ten years of wandering had made her fragile.

And just when she was about to pick up a towel and help Wang Zijun wipe his face, the dazed Wang Zijun opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was the surrounding environment.

Coarse plaid sheets, an ordinary desk, and two old-fashioned cabinets in the corner gave Wang Zijun an extremely familiar feeling. He was already a little drunk, and in the moment of confusion, an idea occurred to him.

, that is, back to Yanzhinan Village.

Back home, that home in Yanzhinan, when I got married, I lived in the house of Liao Anru's family. The room at that time was decorated like this!

Liao Anru saw Wang Zijun open his eyes and his breathing was a little short. When she saw Wang Zijun staring at the room, she explained softly: "I have been wandering around in the past few years and rarely return to my hometown once a year. I am homesick, so I took this room

The house looks like my hometown."

Liao Anru murmured to herself, and Wang Zijun could hardly hear her message. "I'll get you a glass of water." Liao Anru was about to leave as she spoke, but her hand was held by Wang Zijun: "I

If you don’t drink water, I will drink you!” (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)