In the early morning, after Fang Zhicheng came back from running, Ye Qingrou walked downstairs wearing shorts and rubbing her eyes. The hem of her wide T-shirt covered most of her shorts, revealing her smooth and slender long legs. From Fang Zhicheng's perspective, she walked up the stairs.
Looking at it, I just felt that the place where I saw it was hazy. She looked like this. She was not wearing anything under the wide T-shirt, so the bud was shyly pushed out. It could be vaguely seen that her shape was not very big, as if
A raw peach with a green tint stands upright in a weird shape, making people want to reach out and lift up the hem of their T-shirt to take a closer look.
"What are you looking at!" Ye Qingrou glanced at Fang Zhicheng very sensitively, looked down at her chest, and thought about the opaqueness of the T-shirt, and the bulges exposed by the clothes were not very obvious, but she didn't know, for a man
Speaking of which, Lenovo is even more terrifying.
Fang Zhicheng scratched his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the towel wrapped around his arm, and sighed: "Don't dress like this in the future."
"I only act like this at home, hum, I didn't expect you to be so wretched." Ye Qingrou knew Fang Zhicheng's bad intentions, her face turned red to her ears, she crossed her arms to subconsciously cover her chest, and then walked to the bathroom.
Fang Zhicheng smiled helplessly and reminded: "Isn't there also a bathroom upstairs, right next to the bedroom you live in?"
Ye Qingrou was startled for a moment, realizing that she had done a stupid thing, but her mouth was still fierce, and she muttered: "I like to use the bottom, you care about me?"
Fang Zhicheng was sweating a lot because he had just run, and he was anxious to take a shower and then go to work. The longer Ye Qingrou stayed in the bathroom, the more irritable he became. Ye Qingrou seemed to know what Fang Zhicheng was thinking, and deliberately
Stayed in the bathroom for a long time.
About ten minutes later, Fang Zhicheng finally couldn't bear it anymore. He knocked gently on the bathroom door and sighed: "My sister, are you okay? I'm waiting to take a shower and then go to work!"
Ye Qingrou smiled playfully and hummed: "It's not okay to call me sister, at least you have to call me...wife..."
"Stop being ridiculous!" Fang Zhicheng raised his eyes and looked at the wall clock in the living room. The time passed by minute by second. It would be bad if he was late. He said in a deep voice, "Ye Qingrou, come out quickly. I don't know.
Time is kidding you."
"Hua la la la... It's raining... Hua la la... The clouds are crying... Hua la la la la... dripping into my heart..." Ye Qingrou smiled slightly, shushing, singing and humming.
Melody suddenly stopped and said proudly: "If you don't shout, I will never come out."
"You're cruel!" Fang Zhicheng had no choice but to go upstairs.
There was no bathroom in the bathroom upstairs, so Fang Zhicheng wiped his body with a towel. Thinking of Ye Qingrou's unruly behavior, he shook his head repeatedly and thought that he must find an opportunity to drive Ye Qingrou away.
After leaving the bathroom, thinking that Ye Qingrou might return to the room, Fang Zhicheng went to push the door open, but the door was just ajar. Ye Meizi was lying quietly on the bed, her graceful figure half twisted, her slim body turned sideways,
With the light behind her, the cotton pajamas are a bit translucent, and you can vaguely see the snow-white flesh color and bright red underwear that are purer than the fabric.
If you look closely, you can see that the pubic bone covered by the lace edge of the red underwear reveals black and curly fine hairs. Because the fabric is so thin, you can still see the shape of a butterfly.
Fang Zhicheng couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva and quickly closed the door. Although he wanted to take another look, his subconscious told himself that he couldn't look anymore, otherwise something would really happen.
After leaving the room, Fang Zhicheng found Ye Qingrou with her hands on her hips, staring at him, with an indignant look on her lips, and whispered: "Why did you come out? Do you want to go in again? The bed is very big, come with me and my cousin.
How about a nap?"
"Okay, okay..." Fang Zhicheng knew that Ye Qingrou had misunderstood him. He felt angry when he remembered that he had been blocked from the bathroom door just now, so he simply nodded in agreement.
"Go to hell! I didn't expect you to be an invincible pervert!" Ye Qingrou raised her jade leg and kicked Fang Zhicheng's calf.
Fang Zhicheng covered his calf and rubbed it for a while. When he saw that the bedroom door had been closed, he said angrily: "If you dare to open the door, now I will show you how to behave like a pervert."
Ye Qingrou climbed onto the bed, and Ye Meizi was woken up. She clutched the quilt tightly, covering most of her white chest, and asked nervously: "What's going on?"
Ye Qingrou pouted and snorted, "Nothing? Just keep sleeping."
Ye Meizi sighed, turned around, and went back to sleep.
The two of them slept until about nine o'clock. Ye Meizhi washed up first, and after finishing, she found a note on the dining room table, "There is porridge in the rice cooker, and there are side dishes in the refrigerator. Just heat it up in the microwave and it will be ready."
Ye Meizi secretly thought that Fang Zhicheng was quite considerate and served Ye Qingrou the porridge.
Ye Qingrou stretched out and saw Ye Meizi heating food in the kitchen, and asked doubtfully: "Did Fang Zhicheng do it?"
Ye Meizi nodded and said softly: "Yes. Let's go back. If we live here, it will cause a lot of trouble for him."
However, Ye Qingrou snorted softly and said angrily: "We live here just to let him enjoy the blessings. Two beauties live with him. Others can't enjoy this kind of treatment."
Ye Meizi shook her head helplessly and said with a wry smile: "Are you going to go to class in the morning?"
Ye Qingrou sat on a chair, drank rice porridge, tilted her head and thought for a while, sighed, and said helplessly: "How about... let's go..."
Arriving at the Municipal Party Committee Secretary's office, Tong Siqing was cleaning and asked in surprise: "Today is Tuesday, why are you here?"
Fang Zhicheng put his bag on the table, took the broom from Tong Siqing, helped sweep the floor, and said with a smile: "I have something to tell the boss."
Tong Siqing nodded, took out a rag, and went into the back room to wipe the table. He Yang walked in at this moment and saw Fang Zhicheng sweeping the floor. A dark cloud flashed across his face.
Fang Zhicheng raised his head and greeted him with a smile: "Good morning!"
He Yang snorted calmly: "Morning!"
He Yang has always been hostile to Fang Zhicheng. Fang Zhicheng is now studying part-time. He Yang subconsciously regards himself as the secretary of the municipal party committee. He is naturally dissatisfied with Fang Zhicheng who spends three days fishing and two days drying nets. Moreover, Fang Zhicheng is very young.
There were no public job assignments in the office. He Yang worked next to Wendi Song for a period of time, and his self-confidence was inflated, and the bad qualities in his bones were revealed. He subconsciously believed that he was the boss of the outhouse. Usually when he saw Tong Siqing smiling at Fang Zhicheng,
He Yang felt uncomfortable in his heart, wondering why Tong Siqing wanted to be so friendly to Fang Zhicheng, who was just a young man who had only worked for less than a year.
Fang Zhicheng saw He Yang's dissatisfaction. Although his face showed no expression, he was still feeling uncomfortable inside. He thought about giving He Yang a beating when he had time.
This is what officialdom is like. If you are not ruthless enough, others will not be afraid of you and treat you as a soft persimmon.
A good horse will be ridden by others, and a good person will be bullied by others. This is the truth.
Ten minutes later, Wendi Song entered the room. He Yang stood up first and shouted with a smile: "Hello Secretary!"
Wendi Song nodded, glanced around, saw Fang Zhicheng, smiled on her face, and said, "Xiao Fang, why are you here today?"
Fang Zhicheng stood up and said softly: "I have something to report to you."
Wendi Song hummed, beckoned: "Come in and talk."
He Yang heard the door being locked, thinking that he was completely ignored by Wendi Song, and couldn't help but mutter: "This kid, why does the boss value him so much?"
Tong Siqing heard He Yang's low complaint in the front row and couldn't help but frown and reminded: "He Yang, please pay attention to your identity. You and I are both seconded to the Municipal Party Committee Secretary's Office, and Xiao Fang is the serious secretary of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary.
, now he is studying part-time, so the organization arranged for us to assist him in his work. As a human being, you must pay attention to abide by your duties."
He Yang was a few years older than Tong Siqing. When he saw Tong Siqing criticizing him without mercy, his ears felt prickly and he sneered: "Your mentality is quite good." Then he said no more.
Fang Zhicheng entered the back room and started to make tea for Song Wendi. Song Wendi took a sip and sighed: "Tong Siqing's method of making tea is exactly the same as yours, and she also uses the well water you brought, but the taste is indeed very different."
When Fang Zhicheng saw Wendi Song expressing her dependence on him without any secret, he smiled and said, "That's the boss's psychological effect."
Wendi Song waved her hand and said with a smile: "You just said that you have something to tell me. What is it?"
Fang Zhicheng solemnly told what Ye Mingjing wanted to talk to Song Wendi one by one. Song Wendi frowned, showing a solemn look, and sought peace with the Ye family. Although it was a win-win solution, it was not in line with Song Wendi's rigidity.
character.
Song Wendi was very hostile to the Quan'an Gang, and came to Yinzhou to use many methods to completely eradicate the foundation of the Quan'an Gang in Yinzhou.
However, politics has always sought flexibility, and the Quan'an Gang has shown extraordinary resilience. Even if Song Wendi wants to take action, there is no good way for the time being. For the municipal party committee secretary, a good overall view is an essential quality, and Song Wendi also
After drinking a cup of tea, he nodded slowly and said, "Well, let's meet him."
Seeing Wendi Song's promise, Fang Zhicheng immediately called Ye Mingjing and made an appointment at the time and place in front of Wendi Song before Fang Zhicheng left the back room.
As soon as he sat down in his seat, He Yang walked over calmly with a document of more than 20 pages, and sighed: "Xiao Fang, this is the speech the boss will give at the economic and trade conference this afternoon. I understand some parts."
No, it’s better for you to judge.”
Fang Zhicheng raised his eyes and looked at He Yang, and saw that there was a smile on his lips. He could not tell that he was deliberately making things difficult for him. He Yang had always followed up on the economic and trade meeting, and now he handed over the speech notes to him.
Aren’t you deliberately passing on the workload in your hands?
Fang Zhicheng sneered, pressed the material under his hand, looked at the watch on his wrist, and said lightly: "Old He, you have been with your boss for a long time, and you still can't finish a speech. There seems to be a small problem.
ah."
After finishing speaking, he took out a signature pen from the pen box and immersed himself in revising the material. As expected, the material had many flaws, but it was a trap deliberately laid by He Yang. If he was perfunctory, he might have fallen into his scheme.