The community where Fang Zhicheng lives is called Dexin Community. It is a family building of the Municipal Cultural Bureau. In the later period, most of the former employees of the Municipal Cultural Bureau sold the place and bought houses in better areas. Therefore, the prosperity of the 1970s and 1980s
The community that was once there now looks a little desolate in the night.
Fang Zhicheng quietly entered the room. Seeing that the lights were turned off and knowing that Qin Yuming was already sleeping, he took a hot bath and then returned to his bedroom. As soon as he lay on the bed, the bedroom door was pushed open, but
It was Qin Yuming who rubbed his groggy eyes, sat on the edge of the bed, and complained hoarsely: "Why didn't you say anything when you came back? I thought there was a burglar at home."
Qin Yuming was wearing a large nightgown, her hair falling on her shoulders like a waterfall, her eyes were blurred, and the dim light in the bedroom reflected on her face, making her look even more passionate and charming. Fang Zhicheng couldn't help but look at it more.
At a glance, I found that her loose nightgown was stuck in a cone shape somewhere, and her lower abdomen felt hot.
Fang Zhicheng subconsciously pulled the quilt to block the awkward position. Qin Yuming noticed Fang Zhicheng's little movements and became bolder. He deliberately moved to the head of the bed and looked up and down Fang Zhicheng's body with her beautiful eyes.
Fang Zhicheng smelled the fragrance emanating from Qin Yuming's body and saw that her eyes were like tender waves, which made his heart beat faster. He coughed and said, "It was already past ten o'clock when I decided to come back to rest.
I was afraid that you were fast asleep, so I didn’t notify you."
Qin Yuming glanced at Fang Zhicheng for a few seconds and said softly: "Come back often in the future. Although the house is not big, it is quite deserted by myself."
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said: "Sister Ming, can I understand that you want to live with me?"
Qin Yuming's face turned red and her ears seemed to be bleeding. If it weren't for the self-esteem of the woman in her heart, the word "um" in her throat would have almost blurted out.
When Fang Zhicheng saw Qin Yuming lowering her head and said nothing, he mistakenly thought she was angry, and said with a bitter smile: "Sister, I am sincere to you, but I won't force you. Until you forget the pain, I will watch you silently from a distance.
You, protect you..."
Fang Zhicheng was a man who had great self-control over his lower body, but when he saw Qin Yuming's entangled and embarrassed expression, and the occasional young womanly charm, he couldn't help but be intoxicated.
"Stop talking, I know what you are thinking." Qin Yuming stroked her chest and said with a hot face, "I just feel a little strange now. Sooner or later, we...will be together..."
Fang Zhicheng's heart trembled slightly. He couldn't help but reached out and grabbed Qin Yuming's soft skin, and then pulled hard. Qin Yuming suddenly lost his center of gravity and leaned against Fang Zhicheng's body. Fang Zhicheng was still there across a quilt.
He could feel the amazing elasticity coming from Qin Yuming's body. He hugged Qin Yuming tightly and rubbed her like crazy, as if he wanted to crush something and put it into his body.
Qin Yuming also became excited. She gasped heavily, and an unknown smell came out of her mouth, which made people fascinated by the smell.
After about ten minutes, the two of them were exhausted. Qin Yuming was lying flat on his back with his hands raised, pressing down on the quilt. Fang Zhicheng turned his body sideways, hiding in the quilt and looking at Qin Yuming carefully.
"Sister, it's cold outside, why don't you hide in? I'm already warm inside." Fang Zhicheng reached out and touched Qin Yuming's shoulder, feeling the smoothness of her skin, and said seductively.
After all, Qin Yuming had no impulse. She shook her head, stretched out her jade finger and tapped Fang Zhicheng's nose, and said softly: "Where did you learn this trick? Although the bed is warm, it is not heaven, but it is very
It could be hell. I don't like the feeling of life being worse than death."
Fang Zhicheng smiled bitterly, stretched out his hands, held Qin Yuming's pretty face, and corrected softly: "It's not that life is worse than death, but that I want to die."
Qin Yuming smiled, twisted her neck, broke away from Fang Zhicheng's hand, and said with a smile: "You are not ready today. You are too tired. Don't think about these bad things until you are ready next time."
"I'm not tired!" Fang Zhicheng's face was dull, and he recalled the first failure with embarrassment.
Qin Yuming sniffed her nose and said with a smile: "I drank. I'll think about it next time when I don't drink."
Last time, Fang Zhicheng failed to succeed many times because he drank too much. Although the relationship between the two developed later, it once became a shadow in his heart.
Qin Yuming turned around and rolled under the bed. He groped along the edge of the bed for a while and found his shoes. Then he was about to leave. Before he could react, he found that his waist was hugged by a force, and then his body collapsed like mud.
The temperature of the room suddenly rose two degrees, the faint light turned red, and tangled figures were printed on the wall, constantly changing with various dynamics...
After a long time, the only sound left was heavy breathing.
The moonlight was like water, shining through the curtains on the bed sheets. Fang Zhicheng looked at Qin Yuming who was sleeping soundly next to him, and thought about the dance academy. Now the dance academy's venue has been almost decorated, but the enrollment is not as smooth as expected.
The gang of boys who passed the nails distributed flyers and only managed to recruit about thirty or forty people by half-pushing and half-pushing. If they wanted to make a name for themselves, they had to find another way.
Fang Zhicheng has already made up his mind to help Qin Yuming succeed in starting a business at all costs. This may be the best way to help her get out of her failed marriage.
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Entering the twelfth lunar month, the work pace of the entire Municipal Party Committee compound gradually slowed down. Everyone wanted to have a stable year, so the Standing Committee also became much more relaxed, without the heated tit-for-tat scenes in the past.
Based on the phenomenon that occurs frequently every year during the New Year holiday, Song Wendi made important instructions, focusing on two points. First, the problem of wage arrears for migrant workers should be properly handled. The municipal government has opened a fast channel for reporting. Once the problem of wage arrears for migrant workers is found, they must be punished vigorously.
Let the city's migrant workers have a prosperous New Year; secondly, the issue of cadres' integrity. Yinzhou City has many projects and construction projects in recent years, and many places are prone to problems. The Chinese New Year is an important time for external sugar-coated shells to corrode cadres at all levels.
The Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection has set up a special group to stifle this unhealthy trend and ensure the integrity of the festival.
Fang Zhicheng sat in the corner, holding a signature pen and recording Wendi Song's words. He couldn't help but shake his head secretly. Giving gifts during holidays is a commonplace issue. Wendi Song wants to focus on it, but it is impossible. Every year at the end of the year, without mentioning those companies, it is impossible to just
From lower-level departments to higher-level departments, many shocking things will happen.
Among all departments, the Municipal Finance Bureau is undoubtedly the most lucrative, because it controls the funds of departments at all levels in the city for the coming year, so departments at all levels will provide gifts. Someone once reported that the son of a deputy director of a certain Finance Bureau
The annual New Year's money received can exceed 100,000 yuan.
After the meeting, Fang Zhicheng helped Wendi Song hold the teacup and followed him into the office. Seeing that Fang Zhicheng was not leaving, Song Wendi raised her eyebrows and said, "Is something wrong?"
Fang Zhicheng hesitated, took out a card from his pocket, pretended to be innocent and said: "I received it yesterday, turn it in now!"
Wendi Song laughed angrily, turned the shopping card over in her hand, gave Fang Zhicheng a blank look, and mocked: "A thousand denomination? I really don't like it."
Fang Zhicheng laughed twice and sighed: "I'm not bribing you. The main thing is that I don't know how to deal with it."
Wendi Song stuffed the shopping card back and said softly: "Just pay attention to propriety and moderation in everything, that'll be fine."
Fang Zhicheng knew that Wendi Song acquiesced in him accepting such a gift, so he took the shopping card and chuckled: "I'll go to the supermarket to buy some good tea to honor you tomorrow."
Wendi Song gave Fang Zhicheng angrily and said, "What are your intentions?"
Fang Zhicheng laughed in a low voice: "Divide the spoils!"
Wendi Song laughed angrily at Fang Zhicheng, and picked up a document and threw it at it. Fang Zhicheng reacted quickly and copied it in his hand, making Wendi Song angry and funny.
Song Wendi called out to Fang Zhicheng, walked to the bookcase, opened the safe, and said with a smile: "Take as little of other people's things as possible. If you don't have cigarettes in the future, come and get them from me." After saying this, he squatted down and entered the password.
, opened the safe, took out a few good cigarettes, and threw them to Fang Zhicheng.
Fang Zhicheng did not hide his excitement and sighed: "Boss, do you have any good wine? Can you have a bottle?"
Song Wendi waved her hand and feigned anger: "You brat, don't act like a good boy even though you're getting an advantage! You don't have a father-in-law, so what do you want wine for?"
Fang Zhicheng then joked with Wendi Song for a few words and then left the back room.
Tong Siqing's foot injury has long since healed, and now she has taken over most of the work in the office. Fang Zhicheng is less stressed and can relax occasionally. Fang Zhicheng stuffed a cigarette into Tong Siqing and said softly: "I got it from the boss, a cigarette.
Give it to Lao Li."
Tong Siqing glanced at Fang Zhicheng and said with a wry smile: "Everyone else is trying to fawn over the boss. Is there anyone like you who still plunders the boss?"
Fang Zhicheng snapped his fingers proudly and chuckled enigmatically: "This is called one who is willing to fight and the other who is willing to suffer..."
Tong Siqing saw Fang Zhicheng's philistine smile without hiding her disdain, but she still admired Fang Zhicheng in her heart. The two had been working together for almost three months, and Fang Zhicheng was very decisive in handling problems and was highly valued by Song Wendi. Except for her,
Outside, who can believe that Song Wendi, who is serious and serious to the outside world, treats Fang Zhicheng like a close friend?
Tong Siqing didn't hesitate, put the cigarette into her purse, and said softly: "As you said, I'll take it. Lao Li has been talking about it recently, and I will invite you to my house when you are free."
Fang Zhicheng thought of Li Mingxue's pedantic mouth and said with a smile: "There is no need to go to your house. When I have time, I will book a hotel and invite you and Lao Li to have dinner together."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cell phone ringing on Fang Zhicheng's desk rang, but it was a call from Xie Yuxin. They were having a dinner at Qiu's house today, urging him to get off work early. Lele grabbed the phone and whispered, Uncle Fang must not be late.
After Fang Zhicheng got off work, he bought a few toys that girls liked in the mall, and then went straight to Qiu's house. The air conditioner was on in the house. Xie Yuxin took off her coat and wore a tight-fitting bottoming shirt, which made her figure look graceful and graceful. When she opened the door, she found
Fang Zhicheng's eyes were lowered, falling where they shouldn't be, and frowned: "You damn thing, where are you looking?"