Wear neatly, say goodbye to Roumei. Roumei smiled, kissed Qianjun, and then helped Qianjun to sort out his clothes, and said softly: "Go early and go back early, I'll wait for you to cook at home."
"Um!" Qianjun nodded, looked at Roumei, and then kissed Roumei gently before saying goodbye.
Walking out of the municipal party committee courtyard, I greeted you all the way. When I arrived at the gate of the municipal party committee, Aston Martin was as gorgeous as ever, beautiful as the dusty orchid slowly blooming. Cold, noble, and proud.
Weng Yaxin's long hair drifted in the wind, leaning against the car, looking bored at the gate of the municipal party committee in a daze.
"Is the State Council so leisurely? Today is not a holiday. Are you not afraid of your leaders' salary deductions when you walk around like this?!"
Qianjun came to Roumei and made fun of her. Qianjun deliberately got closer to Weng Yaxin, and smelling the smell of Chanel on her body would always make people feel happy.
It also gives this woman a sense of condescending oppression.
Weng Yaxin frowned, but she did not stay away from Qianjun like she did last time. After all, this man had no gentlemanly demeanor. He didn't want him to get close, so he was still getting close. It would be useless to say it.
So Weng Yaxin opened the car door and said, "This joke is not funny at all. Although I don't want privileges, privileges are always everywhere in our class. Even if I don't go to work 365 days a year,
No one dares to say anything.”
What Weng Yaxin said is just a fact, but this fact has a bit of black humor, which is as unfunny as Qianjun's cold humor.
Weng Yaxin stepped on the accelerator and felt lazy: "Find a place to talk! Where to go?"
"Look for a food stall! It tastes good." Qianjun didn't eat in the morning, so he filled his stomach. When he came back at noon, he tasted the big meal specially made for himself.
"Football Track?" Weng Yaxin was stunned, then looked at Qianjun with a smile, nodded and started the car.
Maybe she didn't know why Qianjun liked to go to food stalls before. But after having a night chat with her grandfather yesterday, she seemed to understand why this man had a special liking for such a place.
I found a food stall that was not high-end but was very clean and popular. The boss enthusiastically handed the menu to Weng Yaxin. Generally speaking, when men and women eat together, the menu is always given priority to women.
Especially a beautiful woman like Weng Yaxin with elegant temperament and a little cool and gorgeous temperament.
Not bad, large in quantity and fair in price.
"You order!" Weng Yaxin handed the menu to Qianjun. She was not used to dining in such a place, nor did she understand the popular culture of the people. Her background, her circle and the education she received
, all of which made her stand high and far away from the world. In the eyes of the upper class of society, the food stalls are always connected with dirty, dirt, chaos, gutter oil and disorder.
Few powerful people would like this kind of place.
But it is the most popular place for ordinary people to drill.
Qianjun skillfully ordered what he liked and some foods such as oysters and seafood in the food stalls, and threw the menu to the boss and stared at Weng Yaxin: "What? Are you not used to this kind of place?"
“…”
Weng Yaxin didn't say anything, just shook her head. Her eyes were staring at Qianjun quietly. Suddenly, a complex expression of loss and ridicule flashed by.
It’s not ridiculing Qianjun, but ridiculing himself.
"Sometimes people always like to be smart. She always thinks she is very smart. She always thinks she can see through everything and understand everything and hold ambitions. But when the rings of time slowly pass by, and when one day when you look back, you will find the past
I am ridiculous and childish."
"Are you talking about me?" Qianjun didn't care and picked up a peanut with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.
"It's not about you, it's about myself." Weng Yaxin shook her head again and looked at Qianjun with her eyes: "From yesterday, I knew that I was not qualified to say you, my grandfather was not qualified to say you, and even this world, I don't have any.
Several people are qualified to talk about you!"
Weng Yaxin blinked: "Is it? My Emperor Dipolo?!"
No one in the world is qualified to say about you. Is it my Emperor?!
From Weng Yaxin's tone, you can hear deep helplessness. Her ordinary tone is using facts to describe an extraordinary opponent!
Qianjun didn't even tremble for a moment, and still maintained his leisurely state: "I'm praising me!"
Qianjun was not surprised that Weng Yaxin could know her identity. She was the granddaughter of Mr. Weng, the most outstanding and promising woman among the three generations of the Weng family. In addition to the disadvantage of her being a daughter, in fact,
She is far more qualified to inherit the Weng family's great cause than Weng Lei, and is more qualified to become the younger generation of the Weng family to carry the flag.
Unfortunately, she is a woman!
"I didn't understand why you always like to eat in such unhygienic places. In the past, I always thought you were a villain who relied on your father Yu Yin to fight bravely and wait for death. But now I understand!"
"What do you know?"
"Grandpa said that the controller of a country's destiny must understand the food, clothing, housing and transportation of all classes, must know his national tax laws, must understand the people's sentiments, and sit on the temple and never know the darkness and cruelty of this world. From your behavior
Come and see, I know you should have it!" Weng Yaxin carefully picked up a peanut and threw it into her mouth. Yingying continued:
"I know even more that you have never taken me, Liu Muhong and others seriously. In your eyes, maybe we are just children who are insignificant and truly know how to be brave and act ruthless. The conspiracy in our eyes is to you
It may not be worth mentioning. The reason I fight with us is just because we may have affected a node in the overall situation!”
"In my memory, my grandfather never praised a young man. In my opinion, I think it is enough to be proud of my current achievements without relying on my family. But in my grandfather's eyes, it may be just a drop in the ocean.
It's meaningless."
"But grandpa praised you--in fact, in strict terms, my grandpa is no longer qualified to praise you! He said, you will be a good emperor, not just good, maybe you will become a great emperor, surpassing your grandfather