Seeing that Meng Yaohui was in a state of not giving up until he achieved his goal, Wang Baoyu's eyes rolled and a bad idea immediately emerged. He stopped, turned around and asked, "Telecommand Meng really wants to know?"

"Tell me!" Meng Yaohui thought Wang Baoyu was afraid of him, and his tone looked like a judge was trying a prisoner.

"I'll tell you honestly! Assistant Wu just now, I did talk a little casually. She asked about the relationship between hair and wealth. I told her that an old man in her hometown who knows how to look at beauty said that hair and wealth are very related, and hair cutting is of particular importance. Just like Commissioner Meng, a pair of hair should be left in front of her, which is called gathering wealth." Wang Baoyu said honestly.

Meng Yaohui was stunned, touched the hair on his forehead with a meaning, and said casually: "I used to have hair here, but I cut it later."

"I would rather believe in the existence of it than not. What you said is right. I still have a small peasant consciousness in my mind. The old man in my hometown said that I should not be a part of the matter. I listened to his reasoning about the current partial head shape. As a result, my luck has been good in the past few years. I don't know if it was a coincidence." Wang Baoyu said seriously.

"Things to tell fortunes and look at appearances are all dregs in traditional culture and cannot be trusted." Meng Yaohui said, showing his rational judgment standards for these rational judgments.

"Commissioner Meng's statement makes sense. When it comes to cultural phenomena, we should be unbiased and believe. Assistant Wu is just a female, and it is reasonable to be interested in these things. We must not make unhappy about these trivial matters, right?" Wang Baoyu said with a smile.

"A woman, the perspective of looking at problems is different from that of a man. By the way, Deputy Mayor Wang, do you think if I leave a bunch of hair in front of me, would I look more energetic?" Meng Yaohui asked seemingly unintentionally, and for the first time he grinned at Wang Baoyu's seemingly friendly.

"Of course, Commissioner Meng will be as beautiful as Pan An and as beautiful as Song Yu at that time." Wang Baoyu laughed, knowing that although Meng Yaohui said he didn't believe it, he was still half-believing and half-doubting in his heart.

"Then I'll listen to you once and keep the hair in front." Meng Yaohui seemed very happy. He turned around and was about to leave, but Wang Baoyu said again: "Commissioner Meng, it's better to turn the hair in front into several bends, so that it looks better."

"Why?" Meng Yaohui asked in confusion. Women have always been perming their hair. Why does a big man have to do such a lot of effort?

Wang Baoyu smiled and said, "Commissioner Meng's forehead is naturally high. If only a bunch of hair is left, the wealth will not be easily consolidated. If it is permed into a curl, it will be foolproof."

"I understand, but in the future, pay more attention to keeping a good distance from subordinates." Meng Yaohui's tone became cold again, probably remembering the unhappy things with Wang Baoyu again, and he was about to leave after he said that.

Wang Baoyu simply chased after a few steps, looked around, and asked in a low voice: "You know the whole story of the conversation between Assistant Wu just now. There are no principles and mistakes made here, right?"

Seeing Wang Baoyu's cautious and humble appearance, Meng Yaohui couldn't help but proudly raised his hands and pretended to say: "There is basically no, but after all, this kind of content cannot be waited for. Don't discuss it easily at the unit, and you won't be the example!" After that, he walked in a square step.

A month later, Meng Yaohui indeed took off the hair in front and had several bends permed. He was so happy all day long that he really thought he had become Pan An and Song Yu.

But later, people always laughed at his new hairstyle. Meng Yaohui couldn't figure it out. After looking in the mirror countless times, he didn't find anything unusual. Until someone said that the hair in front of him looked like the hair under a woman, he realized that he was fooled by Wang Baoyu, and immediately scolded and cut his hair, swearing that he would never end with Wang Baoyu in his life.

But Wang Baoyu returned to the house and closed the door. He couldn't help but laugh and played with Meng Yaohui, which made him feel very happy. After laughing, he remembered Wu Liwan again. What does Wu Liwan mean when she asked her about such a privacy question just now? If she doesn't tease herself, she must be a mental illness.

After thinking for a long time, Wang Baoyu temporarily let go of this problem. Anyway, no matter what, he must keep a good distance from Wu Liwan in the future, and must not make style mistakes, and must not touch the boss's woman.

At this time, the room was completely dark and night had already arrived. Wang Baoyu stood at the window and looked down. Street lights were installed near the town government, illuminating the long road very clearly. Coupled with the warm lights in the windows of each household, it smelled like a dim light in the small city.

"I searched for him in the crowd for thousands of times, but when I looked back, the man was in the dim lights." Wang Baoyu said softly, and couldn't help but think of the girl, Cheng Xueman, is she living in the lights of the city? Will she be as lonely as herself?

Since the incident with Cheng Guodong and having a grudge against Ma Xiaoli, Wang Baoyu has felt that Cheng Xueman has become far away. I wonder if the thousand-day appointment with her can continue? Cheng Xueman knows that he had a conflict with her father, will he ignore him again and become strangers from now on?

In Cheng Xueman's heart, what position does he occupy? But no matter what, he will not surpass her father Cheng Guodong, right? These questions often bother Wang Baoyu. When he thinks about it, he feels a lot of depression in his heart.

It is precisely because of this that Wang Baoyu didn't dare to contact Cheng Xueman all day long. He was afraid that a phone call would pass, so Cheng Xueman ruthlessly sentenced their love to death. He stood at the window for a long time, and a cold wind blew, which made Wang Baoyu shivered, and he became much more awake.

No matter what, Wang Baoyu decided to call Cheng Xueman. Even if he was sentenced to death, he had to see the verdict. Although he would suffer for a while, he would be better than dragging him like this.

Cheng Xueman answered the phone. When Wang Baoyu heard this familiar voice, he couldn't help feeling distressed. Cheng Xueman's voice became hoarse and he was speechless. It seemed that he was very angry.

"Sheman, what happened? I've gotten angry recently? Have you eaten too much chili? Have you ever gone to the hospital for a look?" Wang Baoyu asked with concern.

"I'm still talking! My dad called me at noon and scolded me. He had never been so fierce to me. I was stunned by him!" Cheng Xueman said in a hoarse voice and cried.
Chapter completed!