Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

"Secretary Yingxiang, in accordance with the instructions from our superiors, we need to select a municipal party committee secretary to join the Standing Committee of the economically powerful city in our mountainous province. Our preliminary research opinion was to choose comrades Wang Zijun and Ruan Zhenyue, but now something like this has happened to Wang Zijun

, bringing him up again will not be conducive to the stability and unity of our mountain province, what do you think?" Hu Yifeng said lightly after throwing a cigarette to Ma Yingxiang.

Ma Yingxiang was not surprised when Hu Yifeng mentioned this issue. He pondered for a moment and then said softly: "Secretary Yifeng, I completely agree with you. In Comrade Wang Zijun's situation now, the best way is to let time eliminate the impact.

The Provincial Party Committee did this out of love for Comrade Zijun, and I believe Comrade Zijun will understand."

"Secretary Yingxiang, you are right. I remember that when athletes compete, one way to start is to start from a squatting position, so as to enter a running state at full speed as quickly as possible. It can be seen that squatting is a process of accumulating energy."

"The same is true for crops. When they grow quickly, they have to squat. From this perspective, I feel that caring for a comrade is not to promote him to a certain position, but to start from the perspective that is conducive to the growth of this comrade.

.Now that public opinion has reached this state, if we bring him up again, it will be like pushing him to the forefront of the storm, and he will be unable to resist." As Hu Yifeng spoke, he stood up from his chair, looking deeply moved.

appearance.

Ma Yingxiang smiled, stood up and said, "It is precisely Secretary Yifeng's love for our cadres that our work in Shanxi Province has been able to achieve the situation we have today."

A few minutes after Ma Yingxiang left Hu Yifeng's office, Guan Yonghe, secretary-general of the Provincial Party Committee, opened the door and walked in. He looked at Hu Yifeng who was still looking out the window, hesitated for a moment, and was about to exit.

"Is something wrong?" Hu Yifeng turned his head and asked Guan Yonghe calmly.

Guan Yonghe cautiously came to Hu Yifeng's side and said softly: "Secretary Yifeng, I just heard that the Discipline Inspection Commission's investigation into the famous watch on Wang Zijun's wrist has concluded."

"Well, let that kid escape." In front of everyone, Guan Yonghe spoke very well and measuredly. But when facing Hu Yifeng, he said whatever he wanted and didn't hide his heart at all.

Real thoughts.

Hu Yifeng had actually known the result for a long time, and said with a faint smile: "Well, although he escaped, he also paid a corresponding price. If nothing else, he basically has no chance of becoming a member of the Standing Committee this time."

"If it hadn't been for this matter, there might have been a fight between dragons and tigers," Hu Yifeng took two steps towards his desk, and then continued: "Now, from the perspective of caring for cadres, there is no suspense about the outcome.

!”

"Well, Secretary Hu, you are very considerate. I believe other members of the Standing Committee will have no objections." As Guan Yonghe spoke, he picked up the kettle not far away and helped Hu Yifeng fill up the half glass of water.

"It's better to be careful about this matter. The Standing Committee will hold a meeting tomorrow night. Before the meeting, I have to communicate with other members of the Standing Committee. After all, this is not a trivial matter." Hu Yifeng said calmly after nodding.

While catering to Hu Yifeng's words, Guan Yonghe had another thought in his mind. He thought to himself: Could it be that Secretary Feng is afraid of being tormented by Wang Zijun? If it were in the past, this kind of thing would have been a certainty. He would directly take charge.

That's enough. Now to be on the safe side, we need to communicate with other members of the Standing Committee in advance. This one is in charge!

Hu Yifeng didn't know what Guan Yonghe was thinking, so he said to himself: "Call Governor Shi later to see if he has time and ask him to come to my office."

"Okay, I'll contact Governor Shi right now." Guan Yonghe picked up the phone and dialed.

After a few words on the phone, Guan Yonghe reported to Hu Yifeng: "Governor Shi said he would be here in half an hour."

Hu Yifeng nodded and said: "Ask Xiao Qin to prepare the box of Longjing that Secretary Zhao of Su Province gave me a few days ago. Never forget to do things in a high profile at any time. Live in a low profile!"

"Okay." Guan Yonghe understood what Hu Yifeng meant, smiled knowingly, and walked out of Hu Yifeng's office.

When he received the call from Guan Yonghe, Shi Jianyun was talking to Zhang Dongyuan in the office. On his desk, there was also an investigation report from the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection.

"It's finally okay." Shi Jianyun handed the document to Zhang Dongyuan and said with a hint of relief. Although Zhang Dongyuan had already received the news, he still turned over the document and said with regret: "Although there is no problem, it's also

What a pity.”

Looking at Zhang Dongyuan's eyes, Shi Jianyun understood what he meant by pity. This Zhang Dongyuan is worthy of being a family friend of the Wang family. Even at this time, he still wants to push Wang Zijun again. Isn't this a clear push?

Although Wang Zijun has completed a lot of the work of the Standing Committee, in the face of some general trend decisions, when these Standing Committee members express their opinions, the first thing they think about is whether making this decision will hurt themselves, and then

Other things.

"You should teach me a lesson!" Shi Jianyun sighed and said calmly.

After getting off the car, the gentle wind blew Wang Zijun's hair, giving it a warm smell.

"Daddy, daddy!" Just as Wang Zijun was walking towards his home, the little baby, wearing a small suit, staggered towards Wang Zijun with his fat legs.

Seeing this cute little guy, Wang Zijun felt relieved. He stretched out his hands and hugged the baby bomb in his arms.

"Dad, let me tell you a secret. I think I saw my mother crying." Just when Wang Zijun was about to pick up his son, the little baby lay in Wang Zijun's ear and said.

Mo Xiaobei cried, what's going on? Wang Zijun was stunned for a moment, kissed his son's chubby little face, and asked Wen Yan: "Good son, you are sensible. Tell dad why mom is crying.

?”

"Just now! I went to my mother's room to get the ball, and my mother was crying." The little baby raised his hand and gestured.

"Dad, did the baby make mommy angry? Mommy doesn't want us both?" Xiaobao curled up his mouth, looking like he wanted to cry.

Wang Zijun felt very distressed when he saw his son's appearance, and quickly coaxed him: "How could it be? Xiaobao is the little darling of his parents. Let's go ask his mother, okay?"

While Wang Zijun was speaking, he picked up his son, carried him around his neck, and hurried home happily.

Jiang Longgang, who was originally going to accompany Wang Zijun upstairs, saw this and returned to the car with a wink.

"Back?" Mo Xiaobei opened the door and walked out. He reached for Wang Zijun's briefcase and said with a smile. Looking at Mo Xiaobei's eyes, it was obvious that he had just cried. Wang Zijun gave it to his son.

She took the milk and said with a smile: "Baby, would you like to play with your little wooden horse?"

Xiaobao jumped up and down to drink milk. Wang Zijun pushed his son away and shouted into the bedroom: "Mo Xiaobei, come here!"

Mo Xiaobei, who had just put down Wang Zijun's bag, was stunned when she heard Wang Zijun call her that. After so many years of marriage, this was the first time she heard Wang Zijun call her that.

"What's the matter with you? Just now my son said that you bullied him to tears!" Secretary Wang had a sullen face and showed the dignity of the municipal party committee secretary.

Mo Xiaobei was choked by Wang Zijun's inexplicable question. Just when she didn't know how to answer, her son Xiaobao raised his face and emphasized righteously: "Oh, dad, you are wrong, it was mom who cried.

, it’s not the baby crying!”

"Oh, I made a mistake. Why are you fighting with my son? If you make yourself cry and then scare the children, are you still a good mother?"

"Pfft", Mo Xiaobei burst out laughing. Looking at the two most important men in his life, one big and one one in front of him, a warmth surged in his heart. Such a little person also knows how to care about his own happiness and anger.

Sad and happy.

Mo Xiaobei hugged her precious son lovingly and said softly: "My dear, I'm sorry; husband, I'm sorry. If it weren't for me, you would be a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Committee."

Wang Zijun looked at the tearful Mo Xiaobei, knocked on the table and said: "Mo Xiaobei, do you just look down on your husband so much? How do you know that your husband is out of business? Even if he is out of business, this matter has nothing to do with you."

"When I bought you that watch, I didn't think much about it. I just thought it suited you very well." When Mo Xiaobei said this, he pondered for a moment and said, "Dad just called me to ask you to calm down."

, saying that there will be more opportunities in the future.”

"Then why are you crying!" Wang Zijun gently wiped away the tears on Mo Xiaobei's face and said angrily.

Mo Xiaobei did not answer Wang Zijun's question immediately, but waited for a moment before saying: "I feel a little sorry for you, because you lost this opportunity because of me."

"Honey, do you value this opportunity so much? Well, just wait and my husband will prove it to you! No one will say no to me." Wang Zijun patted Mo Xiaobei on the shoulder, his face full of confidence.

Mo Xiaobei understood what Mo Dongyuan meant. She knew her father too well. If she was not 90% sure, according to her father's character, she would not jump to conclusions prematurely. But now, Wang Zijun's words

, which made her a little shaken again.

However, this wavering was only a fleeting thought. The years of admiration and recognition of my father could not be shaken by a confident word from my husband.

"Is what Dad said wrong?" After hesitating for a moment, Mo Xiaobei said softly.

"Sometimes what dad says is not true. Everything is possible."

"Dad, can't you take what you say seriously?"

Wang Zijun touched his head and thought to himself that Guanggu was talking to Mo Xiaobei, why did he forget this clever little guy?

"Well...what your dad said must be correct." Wang Zijun pretended to coax his son, which made Mo Xiaobei laugh.

After the beginning of spring, Mo Xiaobei learned something: he planted some green vegetables in the yard. After the green vegetables grew, a dish of sauce was indispensable on the dining table every night. And the pickles were picked from the yard at any time. Turnip tassels, little

Cabbage, green onions, spinach, lettuce, etc.

Wait, the food is full of fragrance, which is actually much more refreshing than socializing outside. In addition, my son Xiaobao makes a fool of himself from time to time, the family is harmonious and beautiful, and all kinds of laughter come out. Wang Zijun is in this laughter

There is a warm feeling that is close to the lungs.