Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Mr. Mo is already over old age, and his temper is still more changeable than before. As long as he can avoid going to a nursing home, he insists on living at home. Some time ago, Mr. Mo's condition suddenly worsened, and his home almost became an intensive care unit.

Moreover, he is also accompanied by intermittent Alzheimer's disease, and from time to time he no longer even recognizes the people who come to visit him. It is still difficult to say whether he can survive this time. When Wang Zijun thought of his grandfather's death, his heart tightened.

Before falling asleep, an old comrade who had been with him for many years had just arrived. The accompanying family members helped the old comrade to Mr. Mo's room. The old man shook Mr. Mo's hand with trembling hands. Mr. Mo actually asked, "Who are you?"

The old comrade burst into tears immediately. During the turbulent years of the army, the two were close friends of life and death. Why don't they know each other? When Mo Xiaobei saw this, he quickly explained: "Grandpa, this is Grandpa Li!"

Mr. Mo just said "Oh" and said nothing more. Everyone knows that Mr. Mo has no idea who Grandpa Li is. The old man surnamed Li sighed for a long time, wiped his tears and left. Upon seeing this, Mr. Mo

, but asked Mo Xiaobei with a smile: "Xiaobei, where is Zijun? Didn't Zijun arrange for me to go fishing? Why haven't you come to pick me up yet?"

Mo Xiaobei had no choice but to coax him: "Grandpa, Zijun is on his way here. There is a traffic jam on the road. Don't worry."

Mr. Mo moved his head with difficulty, glanced at Xiaobei, and said with admiration: "Hey, there is a traffic jam in Xihezi Township too? It seems that Zijun is doing a pretty good job there. The current construction of Xihezi Township

Have you arrived at the North Third Ring Road? Well, Zijun did a good job. He did a very good job. He has the ability and can definitely do it well." After saying that, he tilted his head and actually fell asleep again.

After hearing what Mo Xiaobei said, Wang Zijun felt very uncomfortable. He stepped forward and held Mr. Mo's hand, his eyes red.

I don't know if it was telepathy, but Mr. Mo woke up unexpectedly. He looked at Wang Zijun and smiled happily. But there was a hint of anger in his expression: "You are so busy at work, why do you come to me? You are not allowed to be a soldier.

Chain, you are also the leader, one soldier is in charge, and the generals are in charge!"

"Grandpa, I didn't leave my job and come to see you. There is a project in the province that needs to be promoted. The leader trusted me, so he sent me here! You said, I came to the capital to do some business, and I pretended to be private.

No way!" Wang Zijun looked at the old man and said with a smile.

Hearing what Wang Zijun said, Mr. Mo grinned: "Zijun, I know my situation. I'm going to see my old comrades. By then, you all have to come over. And mine.

Where is my precious grandson, little baby? Where did little baby go?"

Mr. Mo was unusually clear-headed at this moment. Wang Zijun really had the urge to cry. Standing next to him, Mo Xiaobei's eye circles had begun to turn red.

"Grandpa, look at what you said, don't scare me! I have prepared all the gifts for your 100th birthday, and the little baby is also practicing calligraphy. The writing is really beautiful! The teacher said

You can take the exam directly. By the way, Grandpa, let me reveal a secret to you. Your grandson told you. On your birthday, the gift he prepared for you was a hundred-year-old picture written by himself!"

Wang Zijun's words made Mr. Mo smile even more contentedly. He smiled at Wang Zijun and said, "Forget about your gift, I must take a look at Xiaobao's."

After saying these words, Mr. Mo, who was lying on the hospital bed, was obviously very tired. His whole body was so dry that there was only a piece of skin left. His eyes were closed tightly. It seemed that he could not be seen with his naked eyes.

breathe.

While they were talking, the confidential secretary who was following the old man came over gently and said to Wang Zijun: "Secretary Wang, I just received a notice that leader No. 3 is coming to visit the old man."

Although Wang Zijun and his family were very indifferent to the leader's arrival, the staff quickly made preparations. Some even started calling Mo Dongyuan to see if he could come over.

It is a pity that Mo Dongyuan is currently out of town for inspection and has just left Beijing not long ago. So the task of receiving him falls on Wang Zijun.

Wang Zijun met with leader No. 3, but did not have much in-depth communication. After all, his position was not at the level where he could have in-depth communication with the leader.

Half an hour later, Wang Zijun welcomed leader No. 3 outside the hospital. When Wang Zijun greeted him with both hands, with a smile on his face, leader No. 3 gently shook hands with him.

The hands of Chief No. 3 were soft and warm. After seeing Wang Zijun, he smiled and said: "Zijun, you have done a good job. If you didn't want you to exercise more at the grassroots level, I would have asked you to come over and let you

Responsible for economic work."

While Wang Zijun thanked the leader for his trust, he looked at the entourage of leader No. 3. In fact, except for one or two of the entourage of leader No. 3, he had no impression of the others. At a glance, that is,

An instinctive reaction.

But what surprised him was that he actually saw a familiar person among these people. He saw Ruan Zhenyue with a smile on his face, standing in the crowd and looking at him with a smile.

The confrontation with Ruan Zhenyue was not a pleasant thing for Wang Zijun. He looked at Ruan Zhenyue and smiled softly. Then he walked towards the old man's ward with leader No. 3.

Mr. Mo also belongs to the older generation of proletarian revolutionaries. Not many of this generation are still alive. When leader No. 3 comes, it is natural to ask about the leader's condition. The old man is tired of talking to Wang Zijun. Mo Xiaobei's

With red eyes, she looked at her grandfather lying on the bed, choked with sobs and unable to speak. She knew very well that if her grandfather's condition had not worsened, she would not have alerted Leader No. 3 to come to the house in person.

Grandpa just said so much to his husband, what is this? Does that word seem to be called returning to the light? Thinking of this, Mo Xiaobei almost burst into tears.

With the family in such an emotional state, the only one who can explain his condition is the medical team. In addition to seeing the elderly, this medical team spends the rest of the time reporting to the leaders. According to experts, although the old man still has vital signs, they are very weak.

, like a lamp, the oil has

After all the time, there is only the last spark of life left, which will be extinguished at any time. In the past day or two, the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease have become more and more obvious, and there are not many times when I am awake. If this continues without significant improvement, I am afraid that it will never get better again.

If you delay it for a month or two, you will never wake up again.

Leader No. 3 is here, and Wang Zijun must accompany him. Unexpectedly, Mr. Mo seemed to have sensed something and magically opened his eyes. The old man seemed to have tried his best to open his eyes, and he was extremely weak.

, even opening one's eyes seems to be an extremely difficult thing, requiring a huge amount of strength. The secretary of leader No. 3 asked the medical team how the old man's condition was. The medical team was not sure, and the answer given was, maybe

I can live for more than ten days. I may leave at any time.

Wang Zijun stood aside quietly, saying a few words from time to time, but in his heart he wondered why Ruan Zhenyue was standing there.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when other relatives of the Mo family arrived, Wang Zijun walked out of the room. He saw Ruan Zhenyue standing to one side, and many people around him were talking around him.

"Hello, Governor Zijun." Seeing Wang Zijun coming out, Ruan Zhenyue said hello with a smile.

Wang Zijun was not an impudent person. He looked at Ruan Zhenyue who was walking towards him with a smile, and stretched out his hand to shake Ruan Zhenyue's hand.

I heard Ruan Zhenyue say: "In the past two days, my work has caught up with adjustments."

Although Ruan Zhenyue didn't say anything about the adjustment, Wang Zijun already understood what Ruan Zhenyue meant. He shook Ruan Zhenyue's hand and said congratulations.

Ruan Zhenyue's face could not hide his joy. But in his mouth, he still said modestly: "It's just a job change."

"Secretary Ruan, you are too humble. With your current position, you will have great success in the future. That will definitely be just around the corner." Although Wang Zijun knew that he and Ruan Zhenyue would never be friends, he still said it in such a scene.

Smoothly.

Ruan Zhenyue smiled, and just when he was about to be humble, the mobile phone in his hand suddenly buzzed. He glanced at the caller ID. After Ruan Zhenyue smiled at Wang Zijun, he picked up the phone and walked away.

"Hello, Governor Gu..."

This was the first sentence Wang Zijun heard from Ruan Zhenyue when he answered the phone.

In the following time, Wang Zijun did not continue talking with Ruan Zhenyue. According to the position of leader No. 3, every minute of his time was basically calculated very accurately.

Watching the motorcade slowly leave, Wang Zijun felt a little uncomfortable. Ruan Zhenyue was lucky enough to go to the leader for training again.

This should be Ruan Zhenyue's last position at the department level, right? Thinking of Ruan Zhenyue's recent experience, Wang Zijun secretly guessed. Compared with Ruan Zhenyue's new position, what Wang Zijun cares more about is the sound of Governor Gu

, you must know that there are not many provincial governors named Gu.

Originally, according to Wang Zijun's idea, he wanted to stay with Mo Xiaobei to take care of the old man, but he was kicked back home by other relatives of Mr. Mo. After returning home and feeling the warm atmosphere at home, Wang Zijun decided to

Ruan Zhenyue's matter was put aside.

Even if Ruan Zhenyue can take a further step, it will not be easy for him to keep up with his own pace.

"I heard that Minister Yang has been very close to him recently." Just when Wang Zijun held Mo Xiaobei in his arms, who was about to cook, Mo Xiaobei suddenly said in a low voice.

Wang Zijun was stunned and then said with a smile: "We won't talk about this today."

The next day, after visiting the old man, Wang Zijun came to the Beijing Office. Zhang Youzhi, the director of the Beijing Office, was not there, and it was Mi Fang who greeted Wang Zijun. Although the weather in Beijing was still a bit cold, Mi Fang wore the best clothes

But it was a bit cool. The little black suit completely outlined her beautiful figure. Not to mention, her breasts, which seemed to hide a lot of undercurrents, were even more concealed, revealing a trace of tender whiteness.

"Secretary Wang, Director Zhang has something to do at the moment. He asked me to ask for leave from you." Mi Fang said with a smile as soon as she saw Wang Zijun.

Wang Zijun smiled and said, "Director Youzhi is just busy. You don't have to report everything to me."

While the two were talking, Zhao Xiaobai had already walked down quickly. He stood beside Wang Zijun in an orderly manner. After saying hello softly, he reported to Wang Zijun: "Secretary Wang, from the Transportation Department.

Director Qi is waiting for you and says he has some work to report to you."

Qi Jiaguo, the director of the Transportation Department, is not tall. When he walked in, he always seemed to have a faint smile on his face. When he saw Wang Zijun, he quickly stretched out his hand and said: "Governor Wang, I

I was just going to give you a work report, but something happened temporarily, so I have postponed it until now!"

"Director A, work is important, and I don't have anything to do here. When can we meet?" Wang Zijun held Qi Jiaguo's hand and said with a smile.

The smile on Qi Jiaguo's face became even brighter. After asking about the old man's condition, he smiled and said: "Secretary Wang, the Ministry of Transportation has many budgets this year, mainly for the construction of expressways and provincial

Regarding highways, although our road construction in eastern Midi ranks well in the country, to a certain extent, it still cannot meet the needs of our domestic economic development. Therefore, Secretary Cen instructed us to strive for part of this fund."

Wang Zijun nodded. The above funds can be given to any place. If you can win this, the Eight Immortals will cross the sea and show their magical powers.

He took a sip of the tea brought by Mi Fang himself, and then said to Qi Jiaguo in a deep voice, "How is the situation now?"

Qi Jiaguo's bright smile slowly turned serious. He said in a deep voice: "Secretary Wang, the situation is not very good this time. As far as I know, there are more than a dozen provinces such as Shan Province and Jiang Province.

The top and second-level leaders of the city have all come to Beijing, and I heard that they all visited the transportation department. I think they all came to the same goal through different routes, and they all came here to get this fund."

The situation is naturally different when the first and second leaders take action. Everyone has difficulties, and being able to obtain funds depends on their own abilities in addition to the necessary conditions.

In the shadows of bright lights, there are many private restaurants that are quiet in the bustle. Not only do these private restaurants have first-class food, but they also serve people in a quiet place, giving people a comfortable and leisure experience. And it is this kind of enjoyment that makes private restaurants

The restaurant has just appeared and has been sought after by many people.

Jiang Nanchun is not only an elegant brand, but also one of the famous private restaurants in Beijing. Not only is it built like a garden in the south of the Yangtze River, but also the service staff are all dressed in the same color, and they look very charming.

Jiangnan woman.

Although there is no hint of Jiangnan smoke and rain, it still gives people the feeling of Jiangnan.

In Jiang Nanchun's private room called Tingyu

It feels like mist and rain, and Jiangnan’s dishes are delicate and light, and are very suitable for the tastes of our age.”

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