Yang Xiaonian’s Promotion

"Ah? Why are you here? I... I mean, why didn't you call ahead to tell me?" Yang Weihong was a little panicked when she saw the old man standing at the door of the room. Yang Xiaonian's arm hugging her body could clearly feel her. 's body trembled.

   "Who is he? You haven't answered my question yet?" The old man's eyes were fixed on Yang Xiaonian: "Who are you? Where do I really want to see you?"

"He... He belongs to one of our villages. I happened to meet him outside today... I, my legs were scratched, and my ankles were slashed, so I had to ask him to send me back..." Before Yang Xiaonian could speak, Yang Weihong panicked. explain.

   "Really?" The old man looked at the torn stockings on Yang Weihong's leg and the torn thigh inside the stockings. He didn't speak, he just turned sideways and moved out of the way. Yang Xiaonian didn't mean to be polite to him at all, holding Yang Weihong and stepping into the door.

   Walking into the room, Yang Xiaonian inadvertently looked at it and found that the area of ​​the room was very large, more than 150 square meters. Compared with the mansions that some nouveau riches are keen on, it is not avant-garde, nor is it particularly luxurious. But the design of the house is very reasonable and the layout is exceptionally smooth and harmonious. The furniture in the living room is not very trendy and expensive. Mahogany cabinets, wooden sofas, wooden coffee tables, harmonious wooden floors, and a 21-inch Toshiba color TV are placed on the TV cabinet on the side of the wall. [

   It seems that this is the only luxury item in the whole living room. Everything is so fresh and warm, both elegant and solemn.

   This is Yang Weihong. Although this place may not be regarded as her "home", she still tried her best to create a home atmosphere. That is, it satisfies the aesthetic point of view of his young mind, and also takes care of the living habits of the old man. As a woman, Yang Weihong should be regarded as a qualified wife and mother. It's a pity that until now, God has not given her the opportunity to be a good wife and mother.

  Yang Xiaonian slowly put Yang Weihong on the sofa, glanced at Yang Weihong's face inadvertently, and could see that at this moment her face was a little pale, a little embarrassed, a little bit of the Six Gods Lord...

   "This is your home? It's well furnished." While straightening up, Yang Xiaonian uttered a compliment. "Since someone in your family can take care of you, then I'll leave and see you again when I have time..."

  Yang Weihong shook his head and nodded quickly, looking at Yang Xiaonian's very complicated expression.

   While the two of them were talking, the old man kept watching, observing, and guessing. This man is very young, and being young makes people jealous. The man was very calm, and he always maintained that kind of neither humble nor arrogant look on his face. The man's eyes were clearly disdainful, and when he stood beside him, he had always thought that he did not exist, and it was simply the same thing.

   From their expressions and their conversations, I couldn't see anything abnormal between him and Yang Weihong. However, he was 100% sure that this young man was definitely not easy. Because, when he opened the door and found him, he naturally imagined him as an enemy. Once the majesty and aura that had been in the top for a long time burst out, even Yang Weihong didn't dare to look directly at him. However, this man did not respond at all.

   Ordinary man, can he maintain this calm in front of himself? This is simply not possible.

   His eyes kept staring at Yang Xiaonian, and a name suddenly popped out of his mind.

  Yang Xiaonian turned around and saw that the old man's eyes were still staring at him.

   Looking at Yang Xiaonian's face with good eyes, the old man said slowly: "Are we going now? Don't sit for a while?"

  Yang Xiaonian couldn't help laughing. In the past two years, he has seen many kinds of fake faces, and through many insincere words, but none of the performances of the person in front of him are so clumsy and full of loopholes.

  Perhaps, it has been many years since he no longer needs to do things in such a poor way?

   "Since someone takes care of her, it doesn't make sense for me to stay. Give her some medicine, it's best to go to the hospital for a checkup..." Yang Xiaonian said as he walked out of the living room.

  The old man followed closely and "send" it out.

Just when Yang Xiaonian's hand had touched the door lock, the old man behind him spoke in a very low voice: "Yang Xiaonian...I know who you are, and I can be sure that you know who I am. However, out of After this door, I hope you will forget what you saw today..."

  Yang Xiaonian stood up and turned back slowly: "My sister and brother Yang Weihong and Yang Jianshe grew up together, and Wang Meili and I were also classmates for four years. They are all my friends..."

   The signal from Yang Xiaonian is obvious, I know who you are, just as you know who I am. I also know what happened between you and Yang Weihong. I won't talk about this, just because... including your daughter, we are all friends.

   I don't want to hurt them, I don't want to hurt my friends, I'm not afraid of you, Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee. remember. [

   So, your reminder is completely redundant!

   This guy, he actually said that he is not afraid of himself, the Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee? He promised not to talk about himself and Yang Weihong just because he was good friends with Yang Weihong, Yang Jianshe and his daughter.

   Being looked at like this by the young cadre in front of him, Wang Zengtao's expression changed slightly, but then he nodded and said, "Okay, then that's the best way. I hope you can remember what you said yourself."

  Yang Xiaonian smiled and said, "I have always been very forgetful. As long as there is nothing to stimulate me, I will never think about it again in my life..."

   Mother, want to threaten me?

   It's not because of Yang Jianshe's face, I want to beat you right now to get out of anger. Don't irritate me, if you really **** me off, I won't give any face to anyone.

  In today's society, almost all leaders have a home away from home, have one or even several sets of secret housing, and have one or even several little-known secret footholds. Except for a very small number of people, almost no one knows about such a destination, not even his (her) husbands, wives, secretaries and drivers.

  The male leader uses these secret houses for ***, the third wife, and the female leader uses these houses to raise one or even multiple little white faces. He (she) seems to have regained their innocence in this kind of place, living a life of a home away from home where they are intoxicated and drunk.

  Wang Zengtao has this condition. He used to be the secretary of the municipal party committee of a sub-provincial city. Remember, he is now the Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee. Remember, the power has always been in control, and the position under the buttocks is very important. He doesn't need to think about it at all, there will be some people with ulterior motives, in the name of caring about the leadership, giving money and materials to women for him to enjoy.

  Those people are willing to send out even their own mother and father in order to get the most benefit from him. Of course, it depends on whether Wang Zengtao can see it. What is it like to send him a house?

Besides, Wang Zengtao himself has needs in this regard. For a cadre of his age, the first wife in the family is either a rural girl, or has reached the stage of old age. In front of young and beautiful girls, he naturally can easily do something. Bad things come.

   Thinking of this, Yang Xiaonian couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

   After all, Yang Weihong used to be his love, although Yang Weihong has nothing to do with him now, whether she has **** with other men, whether she is happy or depressed in life, all this has nothing to do with him. But when he thought of Yang Weihong and the slightly bald, wrinkled old man in the room behind him... His heart was still inexplicably depressed and painful.

   It was in this depressed and painful mood that Yang Xiaonian returned to his temporary residence. He had just opened the door when Xia Qinghan, who was wearing a tulle pajamas, suddenly came out of the door and hugged him, pressing his body tightly against his body, two soft peaks against his chest, mouth in his mouth. He murmured: "Xiao Nian, what have you been doing? You scared me to death. I thought something happened to you?"

   "What's wrong with you? Your emotions seem to be a little off?" Why is this girl so elusive? When I wanted to see her, I couldn't see her shadow. On the way home tonight, I really didn't think of her, but she suddenly appeared in front of me...

   "Nothing, people miss you and worry about you!" As Xia Qinghan said, she took the initiative to put her mouth out and offer her own kiss.

   "People are worried about you", like a gust of wind blowing across the lake, ripples appeared in Yang Xiaonian's calm heart, and the depression and pain just now disappeared.

   Everyone has their own life, and it is not that no one cares and no one cares.

   He hugged Xia Qinghan tightly, hit the door with his heel, and strode into the bedroom. "What to worry about? What have I to worry about..."

"You are all my relatives, and I will worry about anyone who happens to me. Xiaonian, hold me tight, promise me, for me, this life will be fine..." As she spoke, she handed her lips to Yang Xiaonian's. side. It was as if Yang Xiaonian's lips were covered with honey, and her lips looked like a hard-working little bee at this moment.

   "What's the matter? Do you have something on your mind?" Yang Xiaonian felt that Xia Qinghan was a little different from usual. But he didn't know that because of Xia Xia's stab wound, Xia Qinghan was worried and feared these days, and a strong attachment to her relatives developed in her heart. Whether it is Xia Xia or Yang Xiaonian, they are the closest people in her life. As soon as Xia Xia's side got better, she hurried back to see Yang Xiaonian. At this time, she also needs Yang Xiaonian's comfort, both physically and mentally.

  How could she know that when she opened the door, the person who was supposed to stay at home and read and study quietly disappeared, and Xia Qinghan suddenly panicked. [

   She was really a little worried, wouldn't Yang Xiaonian also encounter something like her brother?

   For three days in a row, Xia Qinghan waited for Xia Tian in the hospital with clothes on, almost all of her body was dirty. When she walked into the bathroom to take a shower, Xia Qinghan didn't stop thinking and worrying. After taking a shower, he came out and saw that Yang Xiaonian had not come back. He was saying that he had changed his clothes and went out to find him. How could he know that Yang Xiaonian came back at this time.

Being hugged by Yang Xiaonian's strong arms, Xia Qinghan only felt contented. Hearing him asking if he had any worries, Xia Qinghan smiled and shook his head, his big eyes staring at Yang Xiaonian very charmingly, and said with a blushing smile. : "When I see you, I have nothing to worry about... Don't talk, take me to the bed..."