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Because the real estate project in the Yuhu Ecological Zone has officially started construction, Zhao Qingya has been frequently traveling between Qiongjin and Yinzhou recently. Because she got along well with the two sisters of the Ye family, Zhao Qingya acquiesced to the two girls living in the villa.
So Fang Zhicheng had no choice but to accept all this and started living a "cohabitation" life with the two sisters with very different personalities.
There are two more ladies in the villa. They usually hang out upstairs, while Fang Zhicheng is downstairs. Others are fine, but the sanitary conditions in the public areas give Fang Zhicheng a headache.
If it is not tidied up for one day, the hygienic condition of the villa will be enough to make Fang Zhicheng, who has mysophobia, unbearable. Fang Zhicheng walked around the bathroom and found that there were many women's products in the trash can. He frowned helplessly and tied the trash bag.
Okay, then he shouted to the people upstairs: "Do you have a sense of public morality? Can you sort out some personal belongings and let a big man handle them? Are you ashamed?"
Ye Qingrou poked her head out from the stairs and said softly: "It's just some garbage. Is it necessary to shout like this? My sister and I are in a bad mood, so don't provoke us." After saying this, she waved her fist back and ordered
Fang Zhicheng couldn't help but be speechless. If women are tigers, then women during menstruation are sharks.
Fang Zhicheng secretly sighed at the misfortune of his life, and cleaned the villa inside and out, wondering if he should also clean up the bedroom where the Ye sisters lived. After going upstairs, Fang Zhicheng knocked on the door, and Ye
Qingrou walked in with her head tilted and asked, "What's the matter?"
Fang Zhicheng glanced past Ye Qingrou, glanced inside, with helplessness on his face, and said softly: "There is a smell in your room, do you want me to clean it for you?"
Fang Zhicheng did not continue to say some unpleasant words. Fortunately, the two sisters were as beautiful as flowers, but the room was like a pigsty. It is no wonder that they were raised pampered since childhood, and most things were taken care of by the nanny.
How do you know the hardships of ordinary people's real life?
Seeing that Fang Zhicheng was about to clean the room, Ye Qingrou moved her delicate body away. Ye Meizi was lying on the bed, her face was pale and her brows were tightly knitted. It was obvious that the reaction to menstruation was more intense. Fang Zhicheng sighed and secretly thought about being a man.
It's quite difficult, and being a woman is not easy either. I kept my body low and swept the garbage on the floor into the dustpan, then used a vacuum cleaner to remove the dust, and then mopped it for a while.
Seeing that the room became clean quickly, Ye Qingrou smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be quite capable."
Fang Zhicheng shrugged helplessly and said: "This is the last time I will clean up for you. If you want to continue living here in the future, you have to learn how to keep the environment tidy and clean."
Being criticized by Fang Zhicheng in a bad tone, Ye Meizhi coughed, obviously a little embarrassed. Ye Qingrou puffed out her young chest and said displeasedly: "Don't threaten us, you will regret it when we really leave.
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Fang Zhicheng tilted his head and asked doubtfully: "Is there anything worth regretting?"
Ye Qingrou walked over, gently poked Fang Zhicheng's forehead with her finger, and said with a smile: "Having our two beauties living with you is a happiness that no one else can hope for. You better cherish yourself."
Come on."
Fang Zhicheng curled his lips, thinking to himself that this little girl really thinks highly of herself, and waved her hand and went downstairs. Ye Qingrou was ignored by Fang Zhicheng, and almost jumped in anger. About half an hour later, the bedroom door was knocked open again.
, Fang Zhicheng brought up two bowls of cooked brown sugar ginger tea on a tray, and said lightly: "When you finish drinking it later, you can take it to the kitchen. If you don't want to wash the bowls, just wait until I come back in the evening."
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Seeing Fang Zhicheng closing the bedroom door, Ye Meizi sighed in an inaudible voice: "He is a very delicate man."
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After arriving at the municipal party committee office, He Yang had a relatively cold attitude towards Fang Zhicheng. After suffering that big loss, he obviously had some scruples and knew that Fang Zhicheng was not a fuel-efficient lamp. Although Fang Zhicheng did not have a good impression of him, he was a fellow student after all.
A person in an office should be tolerant. The relationship between people is complicated. You can't just drive away anyone if you don't like getting along with him, right?
Appropriate tolerance is an essential quality for successful people. The mentality of a single husband will not go too far after all.
Tolerance is one of Fang Zhicheng's good qualities. Although He Yang dug holes for him, Fang Zhicheng could still get along with him.
Turning to He Yang, every time he got along with Fang Zhicheng, something was always wrong. I'm afraid it was due to psychological effects. This actually made Fang Zhicheng despise He Yang. In officialdom, he was very particular about acting skills, and He Yang couldn't even control his behavior.
, his emotional ability is not as strong as his own, how can he fight with himself?
After Fang Zhicheng entered the room, Wendi Song handed Fang Zhicheng the latest draft of "Renovation Project of Nanyuan Old Street". Fang Zhicheng read it carefully and secretly thought that there were still a group of capable people in Yinzhou officialdom who would follow his own ideas and transform the original draft.
The discussion draft is extremely detailed, and even the pickiest person can see that this is a very impactful and challenging plan.
Wendi Song smiled and said softly: "How about it, do you have any additional opinions? After all, you came up with the creative point, and your opinions should be respected."
Fang Zhicheng waved his hand and smiled modestly: "I just proposed a framework, and now it has gone far beyond the discussion draft. It is all a plan completed by some project experts. I can only sigh."
After speaking, Fang Zhicheng handed the materials to Wendi Song, who nodded, took out the pen from the pen box, and wrote his name on the approval page.
It turned out that Wendi Song waited for Fang Zhicheng to read it before signing, which undoubtedly moved Fang Zhicheng and felt a little satisfied. Although after the reconstruction of Nanyuan Old Street, it had little to do with him, and it was ultimately the political achievements of the municipal party committee team, but Wendi Song's attitude
, undoubtedly gave Fang Zhicheng reassurance, showing that he, Lao Song, still had great respect for Fang Zhicheng.
After signing, Song Wendi raised her head and took off her black-rimmed glasses, and asked with a smile: "How have you been studying at the Municipal Party School recently?"
Fang Zhicheng was slightly startled, and quickly reported: "It will be over in two months, and we are now preparing for our graduation thesis."
Wendi Song nodded, smiled, and said softly: "I wonder if you have decided on the topic of your thesis?"
Fang Zhicheng said truthfully: "I chose two topics, but they both feel a bit cliche, so I'm still hesitating."
Song Wendi waved her hand, took out a piece of A4 paper from the drawer, and sighed: "You don't have to hesitate, I will help you choose the topic. This is a proposition composition, and it must be written well. I will be useful when you write it out."
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Fang Zhicheng took the paper from Wendi Song, opened it, looked ugly, and said with a bitter smile: "Boss, this question is too risky. If you don't answer it well, you will be punished."
Wendi Song waved her hand, raised the corners of her mouth in a gentle arc, and said softly: "Just try your best, if you have any problems, I'll take care of it for you."
Fang Zhicheng sighed helplessly, turned around and left the back room, sat on his desk, and looked at the title "On the Dialectical Relationship between Market Economy and Strengthening Party Spirit Cultivation". This is a very old topic. Song Wendi set this for himself
As for the title, I naturally hope that Fang Zhicheng can write more innovatively.
This is a proposition that is easy to change. If you want to innovate, you must not take the middle road. If you are biased, you may overturn. Fang Zhicheng smiled bitterly. Even if Song Wendi wanted to write a brilliant graduation thesis,
No need to put yourself on the fire to bake?
Complaining is useless. After Fang Zhicheng struggled for a moment, he calmed down and thought about how to complete the task assigned to him by Wendi Song. While holding his cheek in thought, Tong Siqing quietly walked to him and knelt with her fingers.
Fang Zhicheng's waist, Fang Zhicheng was startled, reacted, and said with a wry smile: "Sister Siqing, when did you become a cat?"
Tong Siqing winked at Fang Zhicheng and whispered: "You haven't forgotten what happened at night, right?"
Fang Zhicheng turned his head and guessed that it was Tong Siqing's birthday today and invited him to attend. He was probably because He Yang was not invited, so he had to avoid him, so he acted so sneakily.
Fang Zhicheng pretended not to know, tilted his head and said confusedly: "What's going on tonight? Sister Siqing, do you want to go on a date with me? Will Brother Li have any objections?"
When Tong Siqing saw Fang Zhicheng's teasing words, she couldn't help but squeezed his waist hard and said angrily: "I told you last month..."
Fang Zhicheng rubbed the flesh on his waist, patted his forehead, and suddenly realized: "Oh, it turns out it's Sister Siqing's birthday. I forgot about it."
"Forgot, just pretend I never said it." Tong Siqing saw that Fang Zhicheng was deliberately teasing her, snorted, turned around and sat back in her seat, feeling angry and sullen.
Seeing that the joke was a little too much, Fang Zhicheng took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from his bag, put it on Tong Siqing's desk, and said with a smile: "Sister Siqing, I just joked with you, don't be angry, this is for you.
Gifts are considered as compensation.”
Seeing that Fang Zhicheng was thoughtful and prepared a gift, Tong Siqing turned her beautiful eyes, rolled her eyes at Fang Zhicheng, pouted, and said angrily: "You still have some conscience."
Seeing Tong Siqing's half-angry and half-joyful look, Fang Zhicheng couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. No wonder everyone said that young women are the most charming. With the charming look between her brows, even Daluo Jinxian would be disappointed if he saw her.
Use your heart. Everyone has different preferences. Perhaps because he lived in a single-parent family since childhood and was dependent on his mother, Fang Zhicheng has an Oedipus complex in his heart, so he is particularly gentle towards mature women.
Seeing Fang Zhicheng staring at her intently, Tong Siqing's face turned red and she said angrily: "You brat, what are you looking at? Is there gold on my face?"
Only then did Fang Zhicheng come back to his senses. He was a little confused and muttered: "Why did the sperm come to his face? Sister Siqing, you must have too strong taste."
Tong Siqing was not an inexperienced girl. She couldn't understand the implication of these words. She was angry and angry. She was about to punch Fang Zhicheng, but she saw He Yang walking in from outside. He Yang was slightly startled, and then the corners of his mouth showed something.
With a kind smile, Tong Siqing coughed dryly and returned to her dignified appearance.