Very Secretary

   The person who came to pick up the plane was naturally none other than Wang Hui. When Lu Jianhong and Zhang Jia followed the crowd out, Wang Hui came up to meet them.

   "Secretary Lu is here." Wang Hui didn't wait in a hurry. He still had this state of mind when he was in his position. During the waiting period, he had fully calmed down his mood.

  Lu Jianhong smiled and shook hands with him, but Wang Hui was calm on the surface, but Lu Jianhong could still feel Wang Hui's respect and fear from the bottom of his heart.

"Wang Hui, long time no see." Although Lu Jianhong tried his best not to be coercive, the demeanor he had developed in a high position for a long time still made people dare not look up to him. Wang Hui sighed inwardly. The governor's official authority is big enough, and he is much older than Lu Jianhong, but Wang Hui can only feel the oppression in front of Lu Jianhong, which can be seen from this. They are no longer on the same level.

   "Is Secretary Lu hungry? I've made a reservation at Yanhua Hotel."

Lu Jianhong smiled, but there was a hint of sadness in his heart. He came this time purely to recount the friendship between classmates. It is undeniable that Wang Hui did not and did not dare to place his position on this relationship, while Yan If you are not the secretary of the Beijing Municipal Party Committee, but just an ordinary classmate, you will definitely not be able to enjoy this treatment, and it is impossible for Wang Hui to pick you up at the airport.

"My friend Zhang Jia." Lu Jianhong introduced Zhang Jia. Wang Hui couldn't see the traces of an official on Zhang Jia's face, but the invisible blood that Zhang Jia exuded let Wang Hui know that he was Lu Jianhong's guard stretched out his hand with a smile, and said, "Hello."

  With the presence of outsiders, Zhang Jia regained his coldness, shook his hand lightly, and just nodded.

  When Lu Jianhong worked in Yanhua and Jiangdong, Yanhua Hotel didn't come less often. From the outside, it didn't change much, but the interior decoration became more luxurious, which was also due to the impact of the Minglang Club. Yanhua Hotel was completely the highest-grade hotel in Yanhua before, but Minglang's reputation is much greater than it. In order to be able to be competitive, the senior management of Yanhua Hotel Group Company can only upgrade the decoration level. Judging from the faint taste of decoration materials, the decoration time is not long.

  Wang Hui should be a frequent visitor here. As soon as he entered, the lobby manager greeted him with a smile: "Secretary-General Wang."

  Wang Hui nodded slightly: "I have reserved a seat."

   "I'll take you up."

The dishes came out quickly. There were five dishes in total, all of which were classic dishes. Wang Hui knew Lu Jianhong's character and always advocated saving. Although the dishes here are very expensive, the number of samples should not be too large. , How can it be saved.

Although he was a classmate, Wang Hui kept acting as a subordinate, and Lu Jianhong was not interested in talking about the past anymore. After asking some students in the class, Wang Hui didn't know too much, but when he mentioned the past, When I was a classmate, Wang Hui had a sense of superiority flashing between his brows, which is not surprising, and the position of the main hall is not something that just anyone can walk up to.

While drinking and chatting, after finishing a bottle of wine, Lu Jianhong refused to let Wang Hui drink again. Wang Hui said that he had already arranged a place at Yanhua Hotel, but Lu Jianhong declined, saying that he had other things to do at night. Naturally, Wang Hui would not force him, so he mentioned the next day's school celebration, and Lu Jianhong smiled and said that he would attend on time, so there was no need for Wang Hui to pick him up.

  Lu Jianhong lived in Gao Lan's residence at night. Although she was not at home, Lu Jianhong still had the room key.

It's not too far from Gao Lan's residence, so Lu Jianhong didn't let Wang Hui see him off. He said he was walking around, but Wang Hui didn't accompany him. He knew that this was Lu Jianhong's private time, so he chose wisely. avoided.

Enjoying the unique heat of Yanhua, perhaps because Gao Lan once lived here, even Lu Jianhong felt that this place was very friendly, and his eyes softened when he looked at the dazzling array of beauties on the street. Instead, he sighed and sighed: "Women nowadays really wear less and less clothes."

  Lu Jianhong couldn't help laughing. From this point of view, it seemed that Zhang Jia and Ye Shiyan hadn't broken through that line of defense, which was extremely rare.

   After walking for a while, they arrived at Gao Lan's residence, opened the door, and there was a faint fragrance inside. The cabinet was full of photos of their mother and child, but Lu Jianhong was not in sight.

  Lu Jianhong sighed slightly, and said, "Jiazi, go take a bath by yourself, and go to the next room to rest when you're done."

  Finding her own pajamas without any suspense, Lu Jianhong lay on the bedside and looked through the photo album on the cabinet. There were three thick books, which completely recorded every detail of Gao Xuan's growth.

As Lu Jianhong watched, his eyes gradually became moist. For many of his lovers, perhaps this was the state of life they were willing to accept, but they were too sorry for their children. Gao Xuan had never received a father's love since he was a child. On this point, He is not even as good as Meng Yao. To Lu Jianhong, this is a pain that will never be healed, and because of him, their family can't go home. Both Meng Yao and Gao Xuan went abroad to "refuge" ", Lu Jianhong wished that they had never had such a unique experience. At the end of the album, there is a motorcycle key, and I don't know where it came from.

  Close the photo album and put it on the bedside. Lu Jianhong couldn't fall asleep for a long time, feeling so tender in his heart, he couldn't help but call Gao Lan. Due to the time difference, it was daytime in London at this time, and Gao Lan was very happy to receive a call from Lu Jianhong.

  Lu Jianhong told her to have more time to go out for a walk, not to be bored at home alone. In fact, he also knew that Gao Lan was quiet by nature, and she didn't like to make friends with others except for normal socializing.

Hearing that Lu Jianhong was living in her house now, Gao Lan was very surprised. Lu Jianhong said that he was attending the centennial celebration of his alma mater. Gao Lan knew where Lu Jianhong's alma mater was. The address has not been moved, and it is still in the former suburbs, at least an hour's drive away from her residence. Coupled with the traffic congestion in the city on weekends, it is difficult to grasp the time.

  Gao Lan told Lu Jianhong that there was a car in the garage downstairs, and the car key was in the cabinet under the tv.

  Lu Jianhong couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, but when he saw the car the next day, his heart ached even more.

In the early years, he gave Gao Lan a Porsche. Because the car was too cool, Gao Lan didn't drive it very much. After so many years, it was time to scrap it, and she had a gentle personality, so she bought a Volkswagen. Low profile car.

Looking at the car, Lu Jianhong didn't know how to express his feelings, so he handed the key to Zhang Jia, but Zhang Jia found that the car couldn't be started, and he didn't know what went wrong, and there wasn't enough time to check it again. At this time, Zhang Jia saw a motorcycle parked beside the Toyota.

   Zhang Jia went over to take a look, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "The only motorcycle produced by Ferrari? Let me copy it, is it real or fake?"

   (to be continued)