Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Lin Ying'er felt that it was not unreasonable for her to like Wang Zijun. Even though he was young, he knew how to plan for the future and acted with perseverance. This was a man with great political ambitions, but he was too just.

I never engage in cliques, never think about personal gain or foreign aid, and like to use practical methods.

Speaking of actual political achievements, because of this, he seemed out of place for a long time. It seems that my evaluation of him has been out of date. I have not been with him for such a long time. This man has made me deeply love for so long.

She is becoming more mature and sophisticated! Thinking of this, Lin Ying'er was extremely pleased.

"What about Geng Zibiao's son?" Lin Ying'er was not surprised by Wang Zijun's answer. When the water is clear, there will be no fish, and when people are careful, there will be no disciples. Lin Ying'er still understands this truth.

Wang Zijun hugged Lin Ying'er and said: "It's not a big deal. Since Meng Tianhu came forward, there is no need to chase too closely. There is a saying that goes well, if you come out of the cave and you are invincible, you have to be merciful.

Please forgive me!"

"You can go wherever you come from, but those who participated in cheating must not be treated lightly." Wang Zijun's attitude was resolute: "If you don't kill one person to serve as a warning to others, how can the word fairness be reflected?"

"Then Geng Zibiao has a lot of opinions about you? This knot has been formed." Lin Ying'er frowned.

"Huh, what he wants to do now is not to have a problem with me, but to find a way to wipe his butt clean." Wang Zijun opened his mouth and slapped him: "Okay, get some rest quickly, there is still something to do tomorrow."

As the saying goes, a long separation is better than a new marriage. Because there are few opportunities to see Wang Zijun, Lin Ying'er missed him a lot. It's just that Wang Zijun is too tired and it seems that the public food is insufficient, but women are used to coax, and coaxing women is also a prince.

Jun's specialty. Lin Ying'er was particularly docile tonight. Like a little cat, the two of them were lying on the bed. Lin Ying'er hugged Wang Zijun's waist and refused to let go. Wang Zijun was finally beaten like dry wood.

Ying'er's fire was lit.

"Are you really not waiting for Liao Anru at home with me tomorrow?" Lin Ying'er kissed Wang Zijun on the cheek and asked mischievously.

"Didn't I tell you something else?" Wang Zijun pretended to be angry.

Lin Ying'er smiled and said: "If you don't wait at home to see a beautiful woman, you go to see an old man. I don't care about you. You can go alone!"

After eating the breakfast carefully prepared by Lin Ying'er and waving goodbye to Lin Ying'er who sent Xiao Liu Ya'er to kindergarten, Wang Zijun headed towards a courtyard. In the car, he once again turned over a thick book before his eyes.

There are stacks of information, which record some of Mr. Zhen’s experiences.

Wang Zijun was well prepared for his visit to Mr. Zhen this time. He had to start before Mr. Zhen’s trip to Midong. As an old comrade who came out of Midong, Mr. Zhen’s influence in Midong

Very big.

After careful consideration, Wang Zijun decided to take advantage of this meeting to pay a visit to Mr. Zhen.

Wang Zijun is no stranger to this small courtyard, which is not too big. He has been here twice before. However, because Mr. Zhen was busy, he did not see anyone. This trip is his third time here.

"Hello, Governor Wang, my dad has an event today. It's a pity that you're here." A tall man who looked to be in his fifties said politely to Wang Zijun after he walked into the courtyard.

Wang Zijun had not seen this man before. After thinking about the information about Mr. Zhen, he matched the number between this man and Mr. Zhen's second son. He shook hands with the man and said: "Mr. Zhen, what did the old man say?

Is it time to come back?"

Although Zhen Dongzheng has retired now, and his highest position in the system was the vice president of a state-owned enterprise, when everyone sees him, most of them call him by the status he had when he retired. Regarding this title, Zhen Dongzheng

Zheng is still quite emotional.

However, when they first met, Wang Zijun could call him that, which surprised Zhen Dongzheng, and his tone of voice became much more affectionate. He said to Wang Zijun sincerely: "My dad is going out this time to chat with old friends.

I went, I don’t know when I will come back.”

Wang Zijun chuckled and said: "When I came to Beijing this time, I really wanted to report the changes in my hometown to the old man, but it's a pity that I didn't come by chance this time."

Zhen Dongzheng smiled and said with an embarrassed look: "When a person is old, he wants to walk around, and children are not willing to interfere too much with him. Governor Wang, please don't worry about it!"

"Mr. Zhen, I have nothing to do today anyway, so I will stay and wait for the old man. Maybe the old man will be back soon." Wang Zijun smiled at Zhen Dongzheng and said without doubt.

Zhen Dongzheng was a little surprised by Wang Zijun's request. Why did he turn his back on the guest in such a short time? He thought so in his heart, but it was hard to say anything. After all, Wang Zijun's identity was on display here. Although he was young, he

He is already the person in charge of Midong Province, and he has another level of identity that cannot be underestimated. He is also the son-in-law of the Mo family. Although Mr. Zhen and Mr. Mo have a normal relationship, his relationship with Mo Dongyuan is

Not bad.

Now his son-in-law is waiting for his father at his home. If he drives him away, it will be difficult to explain to him in the future.

Zhen Dongzheng pondered for a moment and thought to himself that since you are not afraid of waiting, then just stay. Anyway, I have a lot of time, so I should just kill it.

Zhen Dongzheng made up his mind and said with a smile: "It's rare that you have time, Governor Wang, so let's chat for a while."

In Mr. Zhen's small courtyard, two tall poplar trees look like giants wearing rustling bronze armor. Their round trunks are almost as thick as each other. They stare proudly at the various people entering and leaving the small courtyard, silently meditating. Left

Next to the wall, there is a flat piece of land planted with various flowers. Yellow chrysanthemums, red peonies and jasmine that are similar to peonies are blooming, red and yellow, looking full of vitality.

Wang Zijun sat down on the small stone bench in the courtyard, smiled and said to Zhen Dongzheng: "Mr. Zhen, this place is really a place where you forget your worries. Looking at these vibrant things, it always makes people feel how beautiful life is!

"

There is no scenery in the familiar place. Although the scenery in the small courtyard is good in Wang Zijun's eyes, for Zhen Dongzheng, a person who often comes here, it seems to have been used to it. However, he still said with a smile: "My father has been the most beautiful in the past few years.

I love this piece of land, and I can’t do it without tossing and tossing every day.”

"Old people all have a land complex. Growing these things is like raising children. My grandfather and Xiaobei's grandfather also liked to play with these when they were here." Wang Zijun picked up the tea cup and drank some water, saying a little sadly.

Zhen Dongzheng didn't know much about Wang Zijun's grandfather. But Zhen Dongzheng had met Mr. Mo many times. The two had no friendship and had few topics to talk about. At this time, Zhen Dongzheng heard Wang Zijun talk about Mr. Mo.

Just then we started talking about Mr. Mo.

The two of them drank tea and talked about some old people's affairs for more than an hour. Zhen Dong was looking at his watch from time to time while talking. When Wang Zijun saw this, he pretended not to know, and sat there calmly, without any thought.

It means to say goodbye.

"Mr. Zhen, do you have any plans for returning to Midong this time?" Wang Zijun took a sip of tea and asked casually.

At this time, Zhen Dongzheng really admired Wang Zijun's cultivation. He was in his own home. Why did he take over the host? Hearing Wang Zijun ask this, he smiled and said: "The old man mainly wants to go back and see. Fallen leaves return to their roots!"

"The old man has always been very concerned about the development of Midong. Secretary Wegang and I both want the old man to spend more time in Midong. Walk around and see the changes in Midong." Wang Zijun smiled and said: "

Nowadays, the development of various cities in eastern Midi is changing with each passing day. I believe that the elderly will be pleased to see a brand-new eastern Midi."

"Hahaha, it is really a blessing for the tens of millions of people in East Midong to have such good leaders as Governor Wang and Secretary Cen in East Midong." Zhen Dongzheng's words were really hidden and did not reveal anything about Mr. Zhen's itinerary.

mean.

Seeing that Wang Zijun could not open Zhen Dongzheng's mouth, he did not force it. He and Zhen Dongzheng chatted until noon. Zhen Dongzheng saw that Wang Zijun had not left, so he had to bite the bullet and said: "Governor Zijun,

There’s nothing delicious here, so why don’t we go out and try Beijing’s famous delicacies.”

Wang Zijun smiled and said: "Everything is the same. Mr. Zhen and I hit it off right away. If Mr. Zhen has no other arrangements, how about I treat you to a drink?"

Zhen Dongzheng had completely lost his temper at this time. He felt that if Wang Zijun knew how to advance and retreat, he should take the initiative to leave as soon as his father was not at home. Unexpectedly, he was really a master of climbing up the ladder. Not only

I have been sitting at home for a long time confidently, and I still need to eat now.

However, the identity of Wang Zijun is there, and he probably has countless social activities on weekdays. If he takes the initiative to ask for a meal, what does it mean?

"Governor Wang, there is a small restaurant right outside your door, called Zhao's Restaurant. Although it is not very famous, it is said that my ancestor used to be the royal chef in the palace. How about we go and taste the food there?"

Wang Zijun looked very happy when he heard this, and immediately nodded and said: "Okay, we can have a good meal today!"

Just when Zhen Dong was about to stand up, Wang Zijun said again: "Mr. Zhen, I think the restaurant is a bit messy. Why don't we have people deliver the food to Mr. Zhen's home? Isn't it better than in their restaurant?"

Is it more stylish?"

Zhen Dong was watching Wang Zijun pick up his cell phone and was about to make a call. His tone was calm but his attitude was unquestionable. He thought to himself that it seemed that he would not give up until he saw the old man today. The old man wanted to hang him out here.

Totally ruined.

Thinking of this, Zhen Dongzheng took the initiative and said: "Governor Wang, let me make the call."

"That's better, Mr. Zhen. Before I came, I stole a bottle of good wine from my father-in-law's house. Let's drink it at noon today." Wang Zijun was not polite to Zhen Dongzheng and said with a smile.

Because it was Zhen Dong who was asking for food, although there were many customers in the Zhao family restaurant, they still served it as quickly as possible. In half an hour, the small coffee table where Wang Zijun and Zhen Dong were drinking tea had already been placed.

Four dishes, one soup, and a bottle of wine that seemed to be of some vintage were also placed on the table.

"Mr. Zhen, let me propose a toast to you." Wang Zijun picked up the wine glass and said to Mr. Zhen with a smile.

At this time, Zhen Dongzheng was full of thoughts. He passively picked up the wine glass and said: "Governor Zijun, do it!"

A black car was driving on a flat road. The brand of the car was made in China, but the whole car gave people a heavy feeling.

The car didn't drive very fast, and the driver was a middle-aged man with a straight back, giving people a strong-willed look. If he hadn't been sitting in a posture and concentrating on driving, no one would have thought he was a driver.

.

"Xiao Du, your car is driving better and better." A voice with a hint of laziness came from the back seat of the car.

The middle-aged man with a serious face, after hearing the old man's compliment, immediately smiled and said: "Chief, you said practice makes perfect. If I haven't even improved in driving, how dare I say that I am your driver in front of outsiders?"

Woolen cloth?"

"Hahaha." The old man with white hair walking in the back seat of the car laughed loudly. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with the answer of the middle-aged man named Du.

The middle-aged man named Du frowned, as if something made him hesitate, but in the end, he made up his mind and said to the old man in front: "Chief, you have laughed enough today. When you come out,

Sister Chen specifically told you not to laugh too much."

"Are you listening to me or Dr. Chen?" The old man's eyes widened and he pouted angrily.

Regarding this question, the middle-aged man surnamed Du was really a little troubled. However, he was not as dull as he appeared. He pondered for a moment before saying: "Chief, when I came to you, you always

Teach me not to rely solely on books or superiority, but only on facts. I must believe in science in everything, and then I will listen to science."

"Hahaha, if you don't go out and fool around, you really have failed in your talent." The old man pointed at the middle-aged man surnamed Du and laughed and cursed.

In response to the old man's laughter, the middle-aged man surnamed Du frowned even more tightly. However, he did not dare to mention what Dr. Chen said now. It was not that he was afraid of being scolded, but that he was really afraid that his words would have backlash.

"Xiao Du, we are almost home. Hey, I didn't expect that my old man would hide out one day!" The old man said with a smile after calming down.

Glancing at the old man in the rearview mirror, the middle-aged man surnamed Du suggested softly: "Chief, if you don't want to see that person, just don't see him. Why bother yourself so much?"

"Xiao Du, it would be nice if things were as simple as you said. After all, he is sitting in the position of governor. This is the third time he has come to visit me. If I don't see you again, wouldn't it be even harder to see me than Zhuge?

Where!" When the old man said this, he suddenly sighed.

The kind of person you follow can determine how high your starting point is. Although the middle-aged man named Du is just a driver, he can see through many things at a glance by following the old man all day long.

There are some people that the chief does not want to see. What can I do as a driver?

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, Xiao Du, let's go out today. Not only did we eat some special snacks, but we also avoided people. I'm afraid those pots of flowers will wither in a few days. Drive faster.

I’ll go back and clean it up!”

Seeing that the old leader's mood had recovered, the driver smiled and joked: "Old chief, no matter how cunning a fox is, he can't defeat a good hunter!"

ps: Call for monthly ticket support!