After coming out of Xiang Guoping's place, when Liang Jian walked to the elevator, he suddenly felt the need to urinate, so he turned around and went to the bathroom. When he came out of the bathroom to wash his hands, he looked up and saw a familiar figure in the mirror, leaning on the corner.
Someone was smoking on the wall. Liang Jian frowned, turned his head and looked carefully, and found that it was really her. He couldn't help but be startled.
After being stunned, when the other party turned around, Liang Jian had no time to hide. The two of them faced each other. As the wife of the deputy secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, she is destined to be dignified and decent in front of others. Liang Jian saw at this moment
The prime minister's wife has nothing to do with being dignified and decent.
The wife of the prime minister at this moment does not look like the wife of a deputy secretary of the provincial party committee at all. She is about forty years old, with clear crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and fairly delicate facial features. Coupled with her well-proportioned and tall figure, age has brought her
The most important thing is that she has a mature charm. A black dress perfectly sets off her figure. Her black hair is permed into big curls and hangs lazily on her chest, which adds a bit of femininity.
Roumei. On her red lips, she bites a cigarette, and there are wisps of smoke floating out...
As the saying goes, if a man is not bad, a woman will not love him. The same goes for this woman. A woman who smokes is like the beautiful poppy flower, which can easily make people fascinated and addicted. The smoking mistress is such a poppy flower.
Although poppy flowers are beautiful, they can easily lead people astray. Liang Jian does not want to get attached to this poppy flower.
"Hello, Mrs. Xiang." Liang Jian hid his embarrassment well and said hello as calmly as possible. He stepped forward and walked next to her, intending to leave after saying a few polite words.
But Mrs. Xiang didn't play according to common sense. But if she had played according to common sense, maybe she wouldn't stand here smoking. As soon as Mrs. Xiang opened her mouth, she blew a puff of cigarette on Liang Jian's face.
The spicy smell, with a hint of perfume, rushed into his nostrils, and Liang Jian frowned. What did this woman want to do? A sense of alarm suddenly arose in his heart.
"Tell me, do all men like young and beautiful people?" Mrs. Xiang suddenly asked.
Liang Jian was even more alert. If an ordinary woman were to ask this question, and Liang Jian was not the secretary of the municipal party committee, this would be a very favorable topic. However, the woman in front of him was the wife of the deputy secretary of the provincial party committee, and he was too
He is the secretary of the municipal party committee of the city. With such an identity and such a topic, it is like a landmine that cannot be stepped on casually.
Liang Jian replied thoughtfully: "It should be human nature to like beautiful things."
Mrs. Xiang took another puff of cigarette, and those red lips that opened and closed really had the ability to seduce people's hearts. Liang Jian tried not to look at the charm conveyed by her delicate face amid the smoke.
"What you just said was a bit of a change of concept." Mrs. Xiang suddenly said: "Then tell me, do you think I am the beautiful thing in your mouth?"
Liang Jian was stunned for a moment, and then became distressed. This was not an easy answer. If it was true, this scene would inevitably be suspected of being provocative. If not, I'm afraid he would have to anger the poppy in front of him who was not in a normal mood.
Liang Jian hesitated again and again and gave an ambiguous answer: "Everyone's definition of beauty is different."
The Prime Minister's wife raised her eyelids and moved her gaze from his face to his eyes. The two looked at each other, and Liang Jian actually flinched first. The Prime Minister's wife's gaze was too aggressive.
Mrs. Xiang actually laughed, giggling, which attracted the attention of passers-by. Liang Jian frowned. Although it was unlikely that people here would recognize the two of them, there are always surprises in everything, and Liang Jian didn't want to take any chances.
.
Liang Jian immediately said: "I still have something to do. If Mrs. Xiang has nothing to say, I will leave first."
Mrs. Xiang turned around and pressed the cigarette butt against the trash can, then said to him: "Take me for a ride."
Liang Jian frowned subconsciously. This lady is not that easy to carry.
"What? You're not welcome?" Mrs. Xiang raised her eyebrows and said calmly.
Liang Jian forced a smile and said, "How could that be?"
"Then let's go." After Mrs. Xiang finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the corridor. She walked straight to the elevator, and Liang Jian had to follow.
Fortunately, I didn't bump into Xiang Guoping's secretary along the way, otherwise it would have been embarrassing.
When they got downstairs, the driver had already parked the car at the door. Liang Jian opened the rear door, let the Prime Minister sit in first, and then sat in the front. Fortunately, the Prime Minister didn't insist on letting him sit in the back.
After getting in the car, the driver kept looking up in the rearview mirror. Liang Jian saw it and shouted in a deep voice: "Drive your car well."
The driver hurriedly withdrew his gaze and became much more polite.
After a while, the driver suddenly asked: "Secretary, are we going back to Taihe City?"
Liang Jian then thought that he hadn't asked the ancestor behind him where he was going. He turned around and asked, "Where are you going?" He didn't call Mrs. Xiang because he didn't want the driver to think of anything. The driver
It's not Xiao Wu, Liang Jian is not familiar with it, so it's better to be safe.
The lady at the back looked away from the window, looked down in her bag for a while, pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it over. Liang Jian glanced at it, frowned, then read out the address on it, and asked the driver
: "Do you know the way?"
The driver shook his head.
Liang Jian had no choice but to take out his mobile phone to navigate.
The place where the Prime Minister wanted to go was in a mountain, not far outside Jinzhou City. When the car drove to the bottom of the mountain, the Prime Minister called to stop. After the car stopped, the Prime Minister opened the door and got out of the car.
Liang Jian followed, looked at the deserted road, hesitated, and asked, "Is it okay to leave you alone here?"
Mrs. Xiang glanced at him and said, "Then you can stay with me."
Liang Jian smiled awkwardly and said, "I still have something to do."
"Leave quickly!" Mrs. Xiang waved her hand, a look of disgust suddenly appeared on her face, and then cursed in a low voice: "You are so cowardly that you don't even look like a man!"
He is a man, and he probably doesn’t like to hear such words. Liang Jian is a man, and of course he is no exception. Immediately, on impulse, he blurted out: "I'd better stay with you in this wilderness!"
Mrs. Xiang was shocked and turned to look at Liang Jian in surprise. After a few seconds, she suddenly regained her shock and looked away, saying: "Then let's go!"
Liang Jian turned around and told the driver to find a place to park at the bottom of the mountain, keep his cell phone open and contact him at any time. Then, he followed the prime minister up the mountain.
The mountain road was winding, but they didn't even meet a car, let alone a person. The two of them walked forward in silence, one behind the other. Halfway through, the high heels under Mrs. Xiang's feet finally couldn't support her, and she lowered her head.
After watching for a while, I kicked off my high heels very boldly, and then continued walking up with my bare feet.
Liang Jian hesitated for a moment, suppressed the anger in his heart, picked up his shoes, and followed.
It took about two and a half hours to reach the top of the mountain, walking and stopping.
There is no outstanding scenery on the top of the mountain, only a dilapidated nunnery called Taiping. Mrs. Xiang walked barefoot to Taiping nunnery and knocked on the door. Soon the door opened and a woman wearing a blue-gray robe walked out. The woman had not lost her hair.
, long black hair tied back with a white rope.
The woman was in her twenties or thirties with mediocre facial features. When she saw the prime minister, she had a look of surprise on her face. She moved her eyes downwards and saw the prime minister's bare feet. She exclaimed in surprise and quickly bent down to take them off.
He has lost his own shoes and wants to put them on for the Prime Minister’s wife.
Mrs. Xiang stopped and said, "No need. I like this."
The woman showed a helpless look, then tucked the two cloth shoes under her arm, ready to help Mrs. Xiang go in. At this moment, she saw Liang Jian standing not far away, her eyes were stunned, and then she looked at the Prime Minister in confusion.
lady.
Mrs. Xiang seemed to think of Liang Jian just now, and turned to Liang Jian and said: "If you are not equal, you can go down the mountain first."
Liang Jian didn't say anything. She turned around and entered the house. The door slammed shut, leaving Liang Jian alone on this desolate mountain. Liang Jian found a big stone and sat down, blowing the mountain breeze.
cool.
Looking down, he saw the pair of high heels worn by the prime minister, with black uppers and slender shoelaces... Suddenly, Liang Jian inexplicably thought that the prime minister's skin was as white as that of Europeans and Americans, very white, but
She is very fair and healthy. This may be one of the reasons why her delicate facial features can make people feel beautiful.
Liang Jian looked at the time. After all this, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon.
He had been going through this for so long from yesterday to now. He hadn't eaten breakfast, let alone lunch. His stomach couldn't help but growl, and a feeling of hunger from his chest to his back began to torment him.
Liang Jian was hesitating whether to go down the mountain first. Suddenly, the door of Taiping Temple opened again, and the woman just brought out two steamed buns. The buns were not very good-looking, not soft enough, and there were only vegetable fillings inside. But for Liang Jian like this
It is already a delicacy for those who are hungry.
After eating the buns and drinking a few sips of the water handed over by the woman, the hunger that seemed to empty him out finally disappeared. Liang Jian gratefully said thank you to the woman, but the woman just smiled and turned around
Went back.
Liang Jian frowned. This woman seemed to have never spoken before.
After waiting for another half an hour, Mrs. Xiang finally came out. Liang Jian sat on a stone, blowing in the wind and emptying his head. He did not feel that the time was difficult. Mrs. Xiang came out again and had already put on a pair of shoes on his feet.
Cloth shoes. The black cloth shoes did not match her expensive black dress, but they had an inexplicable sense of harmony.
Mrs. Xiang didn't seem to expect that he was still there, and said with some surprise: "You didn't leave?"
Liang Jian stood up and said, "If you leave, won't you become what Madam calls a coward?"
This was a subconscious remark, but unexpectedly it made this maverick prime minister laugh. She burst out laughing, and her face, which had been as cold as an iceberg for thousands of years, suddenly broke out into a smile, like a flower.
, delicate and bright.
Liang Jian was stunned for a second, and after he came to his senses, he immediately looked away. Mrs. Xiang seemed to be angered by his action again. The smile just now disappeared in an instant, and the iceberg returned to his face, and he hummed in his nose.
With a cry, he walked down the mountain.
This moodiness surprised Liang Jian to the extreme. He couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart, but then he thought about it, she was just a woman, so he no longer cared about it.
Halfway through, the prime minister couldn't walk anymore and sat on a stone on the side of the road, her face turned red with sweat. Liang Jian looked at it, hesitated, and said: "I asked the driver to start the car.
Come up here." After saying that, he turned around and prepared to make a phone call.
"Drive up and go by yourself!" Mrs. Xiang suddenly said.
Liang Jian's anger, which he had been suppressing and not wanting to care about, finally came up and said: "Mrs. Xiang, I think you are a woman and I have to accommodate you again and again, but please have some restraint. I am not an idle person.
I'll spend my time wandering around here with you." After saying that, Liang Jian ignored him and took out his phone directly, ready to make a call.
At this time, the woman behind her suddenly said: "My surname is Le. Please don't call me Mrs. Xiang from now on!" The woman's voice was calm, without anger, but there was a firmness that could not be refuted.
Liang Jian couldn't help but be startled. He turned back to look at the Prime Minister and had a different feeling.