Very Secretary

  Very Secretary-1967 Wandering Night

  At this time, Ren Kedi didn't give Luo Baquan any right to speak at all, and said bluntly: "I'll give you five minutes to clear the place, and let all these whores go away."

   Luo Baquan looked at Ren Kedi in perplexity, and said, "Big brother..."

  Ren Kedi started the countdown and said, "Remember, there are only five minutes!"

Hou Xiaofang didn't want to care about his cousin at first, but the store was smashed last time, in his opinion, it can be regarded as dispelling Ren Keshuang's anger, so he didn't say much, after all, Luo Pa was wrong at first, but this time when he hit the door again, he seemed to be deceiving too much. So this time, I have to go to see it no matter what. Thinking of this, Hou Xiaofang called Hao Chuhe and said, "Chuhe, Baquan's foot bath city is in trouble, you should hurry over and have a look."

  Hao Chuhe heard about the incident that Ren Kedi led a large group of troops to smash up the brilliant foot bath city last time. When he heard the words "foot bath city", he was shocked. Why does this foot bath city always have accidents? But he is in the same camp as Hou Xiaofang, since he called, he has to go over to have a look.

   It was just that when he arrived, he only saw Luo Baquan sitting on the ground crying loudly, the smashed foot bath city, and a group of onlookers watching the excitement outside.

  After some inquiries, Hao Chuhe had no choice but to return to the car and told Hou Xiaofang about the incident.

At this time, Hou Xiaofang already knew what had happened, and his face was ashen. This Ren Keshuang really didn't give face. Kai or Lu Jianhong came to deal with it, but he was too arrogant and couldn't afford to lose face. This also directly led to the loss of millions of dollars. More importantly, the foot bath city was too late to reopen during the Spring Festival. In addition, it was smashed twice, and the tangible and intangible losses were huge.

He really can't swallow this tone, but Ren Keshuang is the political commissar of the provincial military region, and his grandfather's influence is very large, and he can't bring him down, whether it is private or public. As for using other relationships, that is simply a joke, dignified Political commissar of the provincial military region, there are too many soldiers under him, what kind of underworld are you afraid of?

Hou Xiaofang's heart is bleeding. The boss behind this foot bath city is actually himself. Otherwise, how can the salary he gets as the deputy secretary of the provincial party committee be able to afford his daughter's study abroad and the luxury house he bought abroad? expenditure?

   This night is destined to be a sleepless night.

  The sleepless night is not only Hou Xiaofang, but also Long Xiaoshuang who is far away in Balicha.

The lights in Long Xiaoshuang’s house are still on, and the electricity in the village was settled in the year Long Xiaoshuang first came. Before that, they were illuminated by pine oil lamps. Up to now, there are still a few retail investors on the mountain who still follow this tradition. way of lighting. The light reflected Long Xiaoshuang's thin face, and Xiaoshuang's mood at the moment could be seen from the furrowed eyebrows. She thought that the days would continue in such a peaceful and fulfilling way, but when Lu Jianhong appeared in her sight again, she fell into emotional entanglement again. From the first time I met this person at KFC, I thought this person was interesting, all the way to the parting in the pavilion of the community. The bits and pieces of the period rushed to my heart like lightning and flint. She can't forget the feeling when she once snuggled up to her broad shoulders and those warm hands caressed the tip of her hair. I can't forget his every frown, smile, and every move, and I can't forget the resolute back after rejecting myself and the face that can only be seen in dreams countless times.

Long Xiaoshuang silently recalled that bit by bit in her heart, closed her eyes, and only by closing her eyes could the happiness in those dreams truly belong to her, but the moment she closed her eyes, tears could not help but overflow orbital.

  Feng Ziqing came to the school and saw that Xiao Shuang's room was still lit. Guessing that Xiao Shuang was still asleep, he walked quickly to the door, knocked on the door and asked, "Mr. Xiaolong, are you asleep?"

  When Long Xiaoshuang heard the voice, she quickly wiped away her tears and said softly, "Principal Feng? I haven't slept yet. What's the matter?" After speaking, she got up and opened the door, welcoming Feng Ziqing into the room.

   She has great respect for the old principal, Long Xiaoshuang, and his teacher's morality and character are always infecting her. Long Xiaoshuang was greatly moved after seeing the old headmaster's hard work for the school and these children after coming here to teach. And Feng Ziqing also regarded this girl from the city as his own daughter, and asked her to sit at his home from time to time. The shoes on Xiaoshuang's feet are still made by Feng Ziqing's wife.

  After entering the room and taking a seat, Long Xiaoshuang picked up the thermos pot to make tea for Feng Ziqing, Feng Ziqing said: "Don't be busy, Xiaolong, I'm not thirsty, sit down and talk."

  Long Xiaoshuang handed the teacup to Feng Ziqing and said, "Old principal, it's so late, what can you do?"

"It's nothing serious, just come and have a look. It's not long before the Chinese New Year. I've been busy with my children these days. The school is also on holiday. Your aunt is still talking about you today, saying that she hasn't seen Shuang'er for some days." , let me come over and have a look, there is another thing I would like to ask you to do."

  Long Xiaoshuang knew that Feng Ziqing seldom asked for help. Although he was just a primary school principal in a small mountain village, he still had the arrogance of a literati in his bones. These things are almost invisible among contemporary cultural people.

  Long Xiaoshuang said: "Old principal, what's the matter? Tell me."

Feng Ziqing said: "The last time I went to appeal was thanks to that young man. I asked you to call him when the matter was resolved. It seems that you are familiar with him. Now that the Chinese New Year is coming, I want to go to the door to say thank you in person. If it weren't for him, my old bones might have broken down a long time ago. If you are not in a hurry to go home, see if you can go and see him with me in the next two days?" After speaking, Feng Ziqing turned his attention to Long Xiaoshuang.

When Long Xiaoshuang heard that this was the case, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed. It wasn't that she didn't want to go with Feng Ziqing, but that she was really afraid of how she would face Lu Jianhong after seeing him. The pain in her heart just now And anticipation can't help but surge up again, and his expression can't help but feel sad for a while.

Seeing that Long Xiaoshuang was silent, Feng Ziqing didn't know the secret behind it, and thought that Long Xiaoshuang was inconvenient, so he said: "If it's inconvenient, forget it, come to my house tomorrow, your aunt will keep talking about you. "As he spoke, he put the teacup in his hand on the table, got up and was about to leave.

  Long Xiaoshuang hurriedly said: "Old principal, wait a moment, I didn't say no to going, you are still so impatient, I just go with you."

Long Xiaoshuang's move was really helpless. On the one hand, she still wanted to see Lu Jianhong urgently from the bottom of her heart, and on the other hand, she also fulfilled the old principal's wish. There is a faint worry, the contradiction is extremely extreme.