Li Wan made the invitation very directly. As the president of a large group, he condescended to make an invitation to his subordinates. Most people would have been flattered, either happily incoherent or hastily agreed. However, Liu Ziguang just said plainly: "Okay, but I haven't been free recently.
See you next week."
"Oh, then you should be busy first." Li Wan put down the phone, held his chin and looked into the distance, his mood slightly fluctuating.
In fact, there is no shortage of suitors around Li Wan. She is not very old, only in her early thirties, and she looks even younger in appearance. Under the aura of beauty and wealth, many outstanding men are flocking to her. Just like Secretary Zhao just now, he is the secretary of the municipal party committee. It can be said that he has all the power in Jiangbei last time.
The case of Liu Ziguang's manslaughter of a trafficker was solved by Li Wan through him: a Longines watch and a meal in exchange for a phone call. A matter that no matter how many people worked hard and couldn't be solved was solved immediately.
Secretary Zhao likes Li Wan, but this kind of love is not acceptable to Li Wan. In fact, Secretary Zhao is a man of great taste and style. He is neatly dressed all day long, has a refined temperament, is gentle and gentle, holds power but is kind and kind. He can handle anything.
After all, women cannot resist the attack of such a man, but Li Wan is Li Wan after all. What she needs is not only a husband, but also a good father and a good helper in her career.
Secretary Zhao only meets the third of these three criteria because he is a family man.
Therefore, Li Wan would not accept him under any circumstances, even in private dealings. Secretary Zhao understood this but was never discouraged and still cared about Li Wan and her Zhicheng Group as always.
As for the other suitors, they were like crucian carp crossing the river. There were many big bosses in the Jiangbei business circle who were impressed by Li Wan's mature ladylike temperament. There were several who claimed that they were willing to divorce her, but Li Wan never regarded them as one.
It was just a matter of laughing it off.
Even within the group, there are many male employees who have a crush on Mr. Li. For example, Vice President Yin Zhijian, who is in his forties, has not remarried since his divorce. He just wanted to win Mr. Li's heart, but Li Wan only regarded him as a collaborator.
My partner never gave me any hint in that regard.
With so many outstanding men pursuing her, it was ridiculous that she was bothered by a small security supervisor who rejected the invitation. Thinking about it, Li Wan smiled to himself, opened his notebook, and started to deal with official business.
After reading a few emails, Li Wan still felt uneasy. He didn't know why Liu Ziguang's figure always appeared in front of his eyes. From the initial encounter at the bank door to the speeding car arrest of the trafficker to the trip to Longyang, every thrilling moment and the rooftop
Of course, the most profound thing about the heroic figure holding a sniper rifle is the scene of him and his son lying side by side, which is so warm and touching.
"Mom, mom, I want an uncle." I don't know when my son woke up and tugged on Li Wan's clothes and shouted. Li Wan quickly picked up his son and said, "Only Xiaocheng's good uncle will come to our house as a guest."
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Liu Ziguang didn't immediately agree to Li Wan's invitation, not because he was trying to show off, but because he was really busy. Don't look at him. He was usually idle and had nothing to do. He always had nothing to do when eating. Moreover, his relationship with Fang Fei has been developing rapidly recently, and he would definitely go to accompany him on the weekend.
How can my girlfriend have time to go to Mr. Li’s banquet?
Liu Ziguang and Fang Fei were sitting in a quiet corner in a small restaurant on the street. Liu Ziguang was flipping his chopsticks up and down while eating the spicy chicken on the plate. He said it was delicious. Fang Fei covered her mouth and said with a smile:
"Isn't the restaurant I introduced delicious? By the way, I heard that you pretended to be someone's father and husband in the hospital yesterday. Is this the case?"
Liu Ziguang explained: "There is nothing I can do about it. In order to give the child a blood transfusion as soon as possible, I will make a cameo. You won't be jealous, right?"
Fang Fei said: "How could it be possible? It's too late for me to be proud of you. By the way, are you really the rh-a** blood type?"
Liu Ziguang didn't want to dwell on this issue and casually changed the subject: "By the way, don't you have something important to say?"
"Yeah, if you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten that the Ministry of Health has recently launched a project to support Africa, which requires the deployment of a large number of doctors and nurses. I want to participate, what do you think?"
The little nurse looked at Liu Ziguang with eager eyes and a look of expectation on her face. Liu Ziguang knew that the person Fang Fei admired most was Nightingale. When she was in junior high school, her grades could have allowed her to enter a key high school, but for the sake of her ideals, she still took the exam to a medical school every year.
She was the first in her grade, and finally graduated with the best score in the school. She entered the best hospital in the city and worked, and was assigned to the emergency department of the hospital's window unit. You must know that Fang Fei's father was not the dean at that time. All of this was due to her personal efforts.
result.
Fang Fei loves the nursing profession so much that she wants to go to war-torn, famine- and disease-riddled Africa to save lives and heal the wounded. This is her dream career. What reason does Liu Ziguang have to object?
"Okay, I support you!" Liu Ziguang said firmly.
"Oh, that's great! I thought you would object." Fang Fei was so happy that she leaned forward and kissed Liu Ziguang on the cheek. Liu Ziguang stood up and wanted to return the favor. Everyone in the small restaurant looked at them kindly.
The happy couple laughed.
Noticing everyone's gazes, Fang Fei quickly sat back on her chair, straightened her messy head, and said, "Oh, there's nothing wrong with that. They want business elites, so how can I get the chance?" She said while messing around with her chopsticks.
He pounded the ribs on the plate and sighed.
"My Fang Fei is the most comprehensive nurse in the municipal hospital. How could it be that you are not here?" Liu Ziguang said.
"Really?" Fang Fei was beaming again and looking forward to the future: "The continent of Africa is full of romance, revolution, war and crime. I really want to see the snow on Mount Kilimanjaro with my own eyes. By the way, if you really pick me up,
Can you wait for me after three years?"
Liu Ziguang vowed: "Wait for me and wait for you."
"Really?" Fang Fei tilted her head and looked at him: "I don't believe we should hang ourselves with a hook."
The drizzle was falling outside. Under the neon lights of a small restaurant at the corner of the street, two young men stretched out their little fingers and pulled the hook under the rain-spattered glass windows: "The hook will not change after a hundred years."
When I came out of the tavern, it was already raining steadily outside, and there was no intention of stopping. There were pedestrians on the road holding umbrellas, and taxis were in a hurry. The business of taxis was very good, and even the rich people couldn't get a taxi. Fang Fei put her satchel on her head and said, "Chong."
Just run to the bus stop."
Liu Ziguang grabbed her and took off her jacket, draped it over Fang Fei's body, zipped it up for her and scratched her little nose, saying, "It's cold and you're wearing so little. What should you do if you catch a cold from the rain?"
Wearing her boyfriend's clothes, a feeling of warmth rose from the bottom of her heart. Fang Fei buried her head in front of Liu Ziguang's body and said, "Then do whatever you want to do." As she said that, she secretly glanced at the signboard of the Express Hotel next to her with all her face.
Red.
It's a pity that Liu Ziguang, a guy who doesn't understand the charm at all, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number and said, "I'll pick you up at the intersection of Xi'an Road and Guangrong Street."
"Who did you call?" Fang Fei asked curiously.
"My driver."
"Ah? You bought a car? Why didn't I know?"
"You'll understand when I see you."
Five minutes later, a shiny black luxury car drove up to the entrance of the tavern. The car was wide and a red flag shone brightly in the night. Looking at the huge car, Fang Fei was stunned: "This, this, this, this is your car."
?":; "Yes, please." Liu Ziguang opened the car door and made an inviting gesture.
The door of the tavern was full of people taking shelter from the rain, and they all looked at this red flag double-cab car in surprise, which seemed to have driven out of a time tunnel. Some of the older people remembered that this car was not suitable for ordinary people. Even the municipal party committee secretary did not have this.
Only international friends such as Prince Sihanouk can sit in it when they visit China. The young people were all wide-eyed. This car is so cool. Its style is simply better than Rolls-Royce, Mercedes-Benz, and Bentley.
What a concession.
Fang Fei happily got into the driver's seat of the car in full view of everyone. Sitting in the driver's seat was Xuanzi. He wore a Mao suit today and had his hair parted in the middle. He looked like a state cadre during the Communist era.
When Xuanzi turned around, there was no smile on his serious face: "Where are you going to grow up?"
Fang Fei was startled and looked at Liu Ziguang, raising his hand and scolding Fang Qiu in Sichuan dialect: "You kid, go to Beidaihe."
Xuanzi said with a straight face: "It's the chief." Then he started the car. The huge Hongqi sedan drove away from the tavern under the curious and envious eyes of everyone.
The car is very spacious, with two rows of leather sofas facing each other. The driver's seat is separated by plexiglass to achieve bulletproof and soundproofing. White curtains are hung on the windows. The decorative parts are all made of electroplated pure copper or real walnut wood. The workmanship is exquisite and the texture is solid.
Going back forty years is definitely treatment at the central level.
Fang Fei rolled happily on the wide sand. She occasionally opened the curtains to look at the rainy scenery outside. She was so happy that she couldn't help but lie down next to Liu Ziguang's ear and asked softly: "Why did you say you want to go to Beidaihe? And what's more?"
That driver is so weird."
Liu Ziguang smiled bitterly: "There's nothing he can do about it. He's been imagining that he drives for the Central Committee since he was a child. I can't help but satisfy his interest. He can only speak in Sichuan dialect, otherwise it will be very tiring."
Fang Fei laughed and said, "This person is so funny."
Liu Ziguang said sternly: "It is not necessarily a bad thing for people to be obsessed with something. Just say it to Xuanzi. Any old car can be rejuvenated in his hands. If there is a faulty vehicle, he will know where the problem is with his ears. Ai Yixing
You have to devote yourself wholeheartedly to achieve something.”