A heartthrob? Here you go!

At the same time, Yu Ge’s notice instantly became a hot topic, overshadowing all the previous injustices and disturbances.

The performance review meeting was over. Apart from Song Jingshen's tattoo, the most discussed person was Yu Ge, who outshined everyone else.

The turmoil continues, but the Corona Building is on holiday, after all, it is the New Year.

Song Huanming called Song Jingshen and said with a smile: "It's almost New Year, it's time to put your wedding on the agenda."

"Let's take advantage of the New Year to have the parents of both families meet and discuss the wedding."

Song Jingshen responded respectfully, watched Song Huanming return to the office, then turned and went to Yu Ge's office.

The day before the holiday, there were fewer people in the Corona Building and it was much quieter.

Song Jingshen didn't meet many people along the way. He went straight to the floor and was about to go in, but was stopped by someone.

He stopped and saw Fu Congsu, who was wearing a uniform and had a tall and straight figure and a handsome face.

He said politely, "Councilman Song, please wait a moment. Councillor Yu is meeting with guests. Allow me to ask."

Song Jingshen responded gently, stopped, and watched Fu Congsu walk to the desk and lean over, his uniform outlining his slender and beautiful figure.

Was he also acting like this when he was reporting to Xiaoyu in the office?

Song Jingshen's face sank slightly. He looked at Fu Congsu and asked in a low voice, then put down the calling device and invited him in.

Before entering, Song Jingshen stopped and said with a gentle smile: "Secretary Fu's clothes seem to be a little small. Everyone has a quota of two sets per month. Secretary Fu doesn't have to be too frugal."

After saying that, he smiled, pushed open the door of Yu Ge's office and walked in.

Fu Congsu frowned and looked at his reflection in the window beside him.

With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, the uniform perfectly highlights his straight and slender figure and looks very well-fitting.

Where is it too small?

Has he been wearing clothes that are too small for him in front of Councillor Yu these days?

Fu Congsu decided to measure it at noon and turned back to his seat.

Song Jingshen walked around the entrance and went in. The two people inside looked up at him.

It’s Yu Ge and Li Yi.

Song Jingshen's smile faltered, and he walked in as usual and looked at Li Yi: "Good morning, Director Li, what do you want to see Xiaoyu about so early?"

Li Yi and Yu Ge looked at each other, Yu Ge nodded slightly, Li Yi stood up, took his things and left without even looking at Song Jingshen.

Song Jingshen was not angry. He waited until he left before slowly walking towards Yu Ge.

Walking to Yu Ge's side, he sat on Yu Ge's armrest, picked up Yu Ge's call bell, and politely invited Fu Congsu to come in.

Fu Congsu came in and looked at the chair: "Is it broken and needs to be replaced?"

As he spoke, he half-knelt and examined the chair. His spine was slightly bent, his uniform pants were tight, and his buttocks were round and raised.

Song Jingshen's eyes turned cold, with a faint smile on his lips: "Yes, it is dirty, Secretary Fu, please pay attention to your manners."

Fu Congsu paused, then slowly raised his head and looked at Song Jingshen.

Sitting next to Yu Ge's armrest, he looked broad-chested, with a strong waist and abdomen, and his tight trousers vaguely revealed the round marks on his legs.

The gentle and graceful committee member looked at him coldly from a high position, with a smile on his face, but endless coldness in his eyes.

Fu Congsu understood instantly.

It's not that the clothes are too small, it's that the manners are bad.

It's clearly the person who is wrong.

Without waiting for Fu Congsu to speak, Yu Ge said first: "Okay, Secretary Fu, please drag the chair out and ask the logistics staff to disinfect it. There is no need to replace it."

Where does Commissioner Song sit?

Fu Congsu shifted his gaze to Yu Ge.

Sitting on the same table with Councillor Yu? Too intimate, right?

"Secretary Fu." A gentle warning voice brought him back to his senses.

Fu Congsu raised his eyes and saw that Song Jingshen's face had turned completely cold.

Yu Ge didn't know why Song Jingshen was jealous. She was afraid that he would turn around and deal with Fu Congsu like he did to Bai Xun, so she simply grabbed his hand and whispered, "What's the matter?"

Yu Ge said this and waved to Fu Congsu. He then withdrew his gaze, pursed his lips, lifted up the chair, and turned to leave.

Facing Yu Ge, Song Jingshen's expression softened instantly, and his voice softened: "Father said that the New Year is coming, and we have a day off tomorrow, so why don't we invite Aunt Lin to our house for dinner so we can discuss the wedding?"

Yu Ge refused directly: "No, just discuss the wedding with me. My mother is not in good health, don't bother her with these things."

"Okay, you don't have to worry about the wedding. I'll take care of it. But we still have to meet for a meal, Xiaoyu."

Yu Ge still said firmly: "No, my mother is not in good health and she doesn't go out in winter."

Song Jingshen frowned slightly, squatted down, half-knelt and looked up at Yu Ge as a subordinate.

"Then my father and I will go over there, okay, Xiaoyu?"

He frowned: "We can't get married without both parents meeting each other."

Yu Ge looked at him steadily: "Why do we have to meet? It's us getting married, not my mother's. It's enough for the two of us to visit each other. There's no need to meet in person."

"Not enough." Song Jingshen looked up at Yu Ge, "That's not intimate enough."

Yu Ge didn't want to say more. He pushed his feet to stand up, but Song Jingshen hugged him and pleaded with him: "Xiao Yu."

"No."

Yu Ge turned around and said directly: "You have time to waste with me now, why don't you think more about government affairs."

"How much have you accomplished in the past year? I admire you for cleaning up Upstate University, but what about other places?"

Song Jingshen frowned and looked at Yu Ge deeply: "I will do it, but we are talking about the wedding now."

"This is a thorn in my heart, Jingshen." Yu Ge said seriously, "You also know how I spent my four years in college. I'm about to graduate, and I think at least I don't want something like this to happen again."

Hearing Yu Ge's words, Song Jingshen's hands trembled, and the sadness in his eyes was beyond words.

Breathing was difficult and choking, and the heartache spread to all my limbs.

In order to avoid meeting his parents, Xiaoyu even brought up this matter to provoke him.

That time, Xiaoyu almost lost his life, and it was a nightmare for his whole life.

In the following three years, she avoided him and was distant and indifferent to him, which made him collapse and suffer.

She knew it, but she still brought it up.

He stared at Yu Ge, his eyes red, but Yu Ge seemed not to see it and continued:

"Jingshen, I want to implement a law to prevent violence on campus, the Discipline Committee—"

"Okay, everything is fine."

Song Jingshen interrupted her with a nasal voice, and tears rolled down his cheeks as he smiled and blinked.

Forcing him to tear open the scars, forcing him to savor the painful memories over and over again.

It's all good.

He raised his head, his eyes were tearful, and he said with a pursed lip:

"I will enforce the law, and I will also speak to my father."

So, little fish.

Could you please be a little gentler to me, give me a little love, and not make me so miserable and sad?

Song Jing stared at Yu Ge: "Just tell me directly, I can do anything, just don't leave me."

Please, give me a little more trust, a little more love, and don't let me collapse.

After Song Jingshen finished speaking, he didn't dare to listen to Yu Ge anymore. He stood up and hugged Yu Ge tightly, like a drowning man hugging a piece of driftwood. He breathed rapidly, and his chest made a whimpering sound like a little animal collapsing.

Yu Ge just listened calmly and raised his wrist to look at the communicator.

Li Yi just sent a message above.

[Li Yi: It’s arranged. Remember to come.]

[Li Yi: [Picture] [Picture]]

[Li Yi: Which dress looks good?]