"Do you want to see uncle?" Chi Hongjun placed her in the lounge of the office suite and asked her in surprise. His mother didn't make it clear on the phone, so he thought the girl wanted to come and play with him on a whim.
Yao Xiaojing buried her head in flipping through a military book on his tofu block and responded vaguely: "Well, I have to see him. I need to explain something to him clearly, so as not to let him wrongly accuse a good person."
Chi Hongjun scratched his head, his expression a little embarrassed: "Xiaojing, why don't we talk today? My uncle has been in meetings all morning, and I'm afraid he's still busy now. Oh, by the way, when I left the meeting, I heard his secretary
Said someone wanted to see him."
"It's broken!" Yao Xiaojing's heart sank heavily. She quickly threw the book away, got up and limped towards the door.
Chi Hongjun, the second monk, was confused and followed her: "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to find Yao Zhiyuan. I can't wait any longer. If I wait any longer, I will really become a bad guy who doesn't keep his word." She remembered the promise Zhaoshan made to Chen Mufeng. She couldn't break her promise, let alone let him look down on her.
she.
"I don't understand what you are saying. Hey...slow down, my little ancestor, you don't want your feet anymore?" Seeing that he couldn't stop her, Chi Hongjun grabbed his military cap, locked the door and chased after her.
Yao Zhiyuan was still studying the exercise map in the conference room and did not bother to eat. When Chi Hongjun and Yao Xiaojing broke through the encirclement and found Yang Wenjun, the secretary in front of the chief was walking towards the conference room with several lunch boxes.
Seeing Yao Xiaojing, Yang Wenjun couldn't help but froze for a few seconds. When he realized what he was doing, his expression showed surprise. He stepped forward to say hello to Chi Hongjun and asked, "Xiaojing, why are you here?"
Yao Xiaojing smiled a little unnaturally, and glanced at the closed door of the conference room: "Uncle Yang, I'm looking for...looking for him."
I believe that several people present know who he is.
Chi Hongjun frowned, tugged at the end of her braid, and was very dissatisfied with her attitude: "Xiaojing, go in and be sensible later. My uncle didn't sleep last night, and his heart is not good. Don't stop."
What trouble did you cause, did you hear?"
The cousin's rather stern tone made Yao Xiaojing nodded slowly and hummed softly.
Chi Hongjun exchanged a few words with Yang Wenjun, then said goodbye and went to the cafeteria for lunch.
Yang Wenjun said with a smile: "Xiaojing, come, go in with your uncle. Your father hasn't had lunch yet, so it's just a good time for you to accompany him to solve people's livelihood problems." The strong aroma of vegetables wafted from the military lunch box, tempting people's appetite.
Yao Xiaojing was already hungry after running around all morning, but when she thought about the people she was going to see inside, she felt less hungry again.
Push the door open.
It is a conference room with several hundred square meters.
It was empty at the moment, except for a middle-aged man in military uniform sitting at the central table with his back to them, concentrating on his thoughts. His sitting posture was upright, and it was clear from a glance that he had received good military training when he was young.
The back is particularly broad, giving people a strong sense of security. If someone carries you like this, you will never forget that feeling. The feeling of lying on it and trusting yourself to him will never be easily forgotten in your life.
Yao Xiaojing has not forgotten, just like she has not forgotten the feeling of lying on Chen Mufeng's back.
So, she came bravely today.
Bravely face yourself who is cowardly and evasive, and challenge Yao Zhiyuan's authority.
"Chief of Staff, the meal is here!" Yang Wenjun's tone was filled with joy, and he deliberately placed the lunch box on Yao Zhiyuan's table with a clanking sound.
Yao Zhiyuan didn't even raise his head, waved his hand and said: "Put it aside, don't let it be an eyesore here."
Yang Wenjun winked at Yao Xiaojing, and for the first time he opened the lid of the lunch box regardless of the commander's order: "Hey, the food in the agency canteen is good... Fish-flavored shredded pork, spicy chicken diced, cabbage mushrooms, vegetarian stir-fry
Sansi... Oh, by the way, where did I put the pork ribs and winter melon soup specially prepared for you in the cafeteria... Here? Or here? Oh... I found it, here... Chief of Staff, look
,How fragrant..."
Yao Zhiyuan was annoyed by the noise, and he raised his head helplessly from the map, turned around and scolded his secretary: "Xiao Yang, when did you become so wordy... I still have to eat..." He said half of the automatic cassette, because Yao
Zhiyuan saw Yao Xiaojing.
At first he thought his eyes were hallucinating, but he shook his head and looked again. His daughter, Yao Xiaojing, was still very pretty, standing behind the conference table. Her expression was unnatural, her eyes were averted, and her hands were behind her back.
Although things were going on, Yao Zhiyuan felt a sudden light up in his heart, and felt that today seemed to be a good day for him.
"Xiaojing, why did you come here without saying a word? Dad thought he was dazzled..." Yao Zhiyuan stood up from the map and took a few steps towards her. His attitude was kind and kind, just like a good father.
Yao Xiaojing turned her face away, struggled a little with her eyes, and whispered: "I want to talk to you about something."
The coldness of her tone made Yao Zhiyuan's smile pause, his brows tighten, and he did not continue. As a father, he felt a little disappointed with his daughter's attitude, and more disappointed. Why couldn't he and Xiaojing return?
Until now...even though he had made so many efforts, he was still regressing. Yao Zhiyuan was a little afraid that he would lose his daughter forever.
When Yang Wenjun saw that the situation was getting worse, he immediately changed his strategy and attacked Yao Xiaojing.
"Xiaojing, come, let's eat! Don't you want to talk to the chief of staff? Let's talk while eating, don't get hungry." He took the chopsticks and rice spoon, put them into Yao Xiaojing's hands, and sat her down on the chair.
good.
Here: "Chief of Staff, you also sit down and have dinner with Xiaojing."
Yao Zhiyuan sat down silently and took out his cigarette first as a habit.
"Chief of Staff, please don't smoke! Your body..." Yang Wenjun felt like a housekeeper, he had to worry about everything big and small.
Yao Zhiyuan glared at him: "Eat your food."
Normally, the two of them would eat together most of the time when they were busy, but it was different today. Yao Xiaojing was here, so Yang Wenjun quickly declined and said: "No, Chief of Staff, Officer Liu from the military region invited me to have lunch with him. He is my classmate in college.
We haven’t seen each other for many years.”
Yao Zhiyuan snorted, waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, don't make me wait."
"Yes, Chief of Staff! You and Xiaojing also have a good time together." Yang Wenjun finally winked at Yao Zhiyuan, begging him to restrain his hot temper and talk to his daughter properly.
After Yang Wenjun left, Yao Zhiyuan glanced at his daughter who was motionless opposite, silently picked up the cigarette case and lighter, and prepared to light a cigarette. But before he could put the cigarette to his mouth, his cigarette case and lighter were snatched away by Yao Xiaojing.
The girl used a lot of force, and her nails brushed against his stubble-covered chin, causing a vague pain.
The cigarette case and lighter drew an ugly parabola and were thrown into the trash can in the corner of the room.
Yao Xiaojing glared at Yao Zhiyuan with a tigerish face and said, "I hate you being like this..."