Very Secretary

  The inspection in Qinghe District lasted for one day, and another site was selected in Gujing County, which is only over an hour away from Qinghe. If you choose to go back to the city and start to Gujing, it will take a lot of time. So Lu Jianhong and his party lived in Qinghe that night.

   After the simple dinner in the evening, Wang Bingshun, secretary of the district committee, naturally wanted to chat with Lu Jianhong. Naturally, this chat is not about sitting in a conference room to report on work, and the effect is beyond comparison. The personal relationship with the leader largely determines the degree of attention, so Wang Bingshun is very concerned about being able to walk into Lu Jian. One can imagine the joy in the heart of Hong's staying place.

  During the meeting, Lu Jianhong mentioned the tourism work of Yingfeng Mountain, and Wang Bingshun felt a chill in his heart. He was still terrified when he thought about it now. If something happened to Lu Jianhong in Yingxian Pavilion that day, even ten heads would not be enough for him. It was precisely because of this that the hotel where Lu Jianhong stayed was heavily guarded. Wang Bingshun would rather accept Lu Jianhong's criticism than let Lu Jianhong make another mistake. The first time could be said to be an accident. It's time for me to pack up and go home.

   While they were talking, reporter Xiao Ling was sorting out today's photos in her room. As a reporter, it is natural to release news reports as soon as possible. She took a lot of photos today, and she needs to choose some better ones.

   Looking at Lu Jianhong's photos one by one on the computer, she felt as if she had knocked over a bottle of five flavors.

  Sister Xiao Yu did not deny her admiration for the secretary of the municipal party committee, which made her both surprised and sad. There was only one reason, and that was that her sister was just dreaming. Yes, fantasy. With Lu Jianhong's current status and status, her younger sister didn't even have a chance to get close, and this was from her younger sister's point of view. In Lu Jianhong's eyes, she was just a young girl at best.

  The door was knocked suddenly, and the voice of Secretary-General Jia Qingchun came from outside. Xiao Ling hurried to open the door, and said respectfully: "Secretary-General Jia."

  Jia Qingchun slightly lowered his jaw and said, "The manuscripts are almost sorted out, right?"

   "It's about to be sent to the leader for review." Xiao Ling had a lot of contact with Jia Qingchun, and he didn't have much awe of the chief steward of the municipal party committee, so he said with a smile.

  Jia Qingchun's eyes rested on Xiao Ling's chest for a moment, and said lightly, "Where's the manuscript?"

"In the computer, there is no printer here, or the leader can read it on my computer." Xiao Ling stepped back, and when Jia Qingchun walked past her, intentionally or unintentionally, he turned to the side and rubbed against her. Xiao Ling's chest.

  Xiao Ling pursed her lips and smiled, but didn't say a word. Jia Qingchun took advantage of her several times intentionally or unintentionally, but she was very timid.

  Jia Qingchun sat in front of the computer. Although his eyes stayed on the screen, his heart was like a cat scratching.

  Xiao Ling broke up with her boyfriend half a year ago. Although the relationship between the two is very good, there is only love without bread, and there is no way out for this in the future. Xiao Ling is a reporter herself, with a meager income, and her annual salary is only enough to buy a few square meters, so in this society where the poor are not laughing at the prostitutes, Xiao Ling is thinking about other shortcuts.

  Jia Qingchun didn't come into her sight at first, although he is also a leading cadre at the deputy provincial level, and he has a lot of power in his hands. Xiao Ling is a little different from other girls, she is both talented and beautiful, she has never thought about the ordinary idea of ​​being a rich man, in her opinion, it is using her body to sell money, and she has nothing to do with those prostitutes in her bones What a difference. What she needs is a platform, or rather a springboard, to climb the political threshold.

  People's thinking is not born, it largely depends on acquired influence.

  Xiao Ling is a beautiful woman. Before she entered the newspaper office, many people coveted her beauty. Even when she was in the newspaper office, some leaders tried to rule her out, so she swore that she must look like herself.

  Jia Qingchun felt a faint fragrance hit him, and couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of spittle, food, sex, sex, Xiao Ling's indifferent attitude kept provoking his heart during the process of contacting him.

Jia Qingchun is not from the capital. Although he has been working in the capital for almost ten years, he has never brought his wife and children with him. It can be said that he has basically lived a life of abstinence these years. Suddenly, such a beautiful woman appeared in the Beside him, his heart does not pulse, unless Liu Xiahui is reincarnated.

"Leader, are you okay?" Xiao Ling has been looking for targets. She has analyzed all the powerful people in the capital. It's not that there are no people who are more powerful than Jia Qingchun. It's just that she can't get in touch with these people at all, so she can only settle for the next best thing. Moreover, Jia Qingchun is also a relatively powerful person, and he still has the ability to arrange for himself to enter the political world, so when he bent down, half of his soft flesh lightly pressed on Jia Qingchun's shoulder.

  Jia Qingchun's heart beat faster, his face turned to the screen, but his gaze was slanted to the white and deep ravine on his shoulder.

   "Here..." Jia Qingchun pointed to the screen with his left hand, and when Xiao Ling put his hand on the mouse, his hand also covered it unconsciously.

  Xiao Ling smiled lightly, and said: "Leader, I've been busy all day today, and my body is covered with dust and sweat. I want to take a bath first. Why don't you come back to proofread in half an hour?"

  Jia Qingchun breathed heavily, and said, "Okay, then you should do your work first, and I'll come back later."

  Warm water rinsed his body, Xiao Ling's playing hard to get method finally got Jia Qingchun hooked, just looking at the energetic body in the mirror about to be invaded under a middle-aged man, Xiao Ling felt a little absent-minded. She is no longer a virgin, but she has no sense of guilt when she is in love with her boyfriend, but what she is about to do makes her feel a strong sense of shame in her heart. When she thought of those ugly men staring at her body, a sneer flashed across Xiao Ling's face, forget it, just treat it as being bitten by a dog.

   After taking a shower, and spraying a light perfume on her body, Xiao Ling only waited for that moment to come.

  At this time, the phone rang suddenly, and his eyes swept over, and it was actually his sister calling.

  After connecting the phone, Xiao Yu said, "Sister, hurry up and send me the photo."

   "What photo?" Xiao Ling was taken aback.

   "Still pretending to be confused, didn't you go to Qinghe with him for an interview? Wouldn't there be no photos?"

   "Oh, I was defeated by you." Xiao Ling hung up the phone and sat down in front of the computer. At this moment, the doorbell rang, and Xiao Ling's heart skipped a beat. This man was really in a hurry.

   (to be continued)