After a night, when Huang Manhole Cover woke up, Meng Ling was no longer there.

He knew that Meng Ling was an excellent girl, or that she was invited by Duan Hong to public relations, and would not stay by his side all the time.

But last night's madness, the iceberg beauty was graceful, as if the hot springs on the snowy mountain flowed in his heart, making him unable to forget it for a long time.

Two months after returning to the coal mine, he did not contact any women anymore. Seeing that other girls had a sense of boredom, she opened her eyes and closed her eyes.

Even on a lonely night, he could stay up all night, as energetic as an eighteen-year-old boy, thinking about not sleeping alone all night, and still be full of vitality the next day.

That night, it was snowing outside the window, but the villa was as warm as spring. The yellow manhole cover pushed off the social engagement, quietly watching the book, and depressed.

Until the phone rang, Meng Ling asked him to sit up after a quick call.

After that night, although the two were in contact, they were not frequent, because Meng Ling said she wanted to help him, wanted him to go further and see higher-level people. At the same time, this was also a challenge and an improvement to her life level.

This kind of woman is born not to belong to any man. If you can meet her occasionally, you will be satisfied with the yellow manhole cover.

The phone number is just one sentence, and I will introduce a friend to you and come to the imperial capital tomorrow.

The next day, the yellow manhole cover, who was overly excited, went to the mine to look at it. There was nothing wrong, so I drove to the imperial capital. My heart was burning, and I could be in trouble again tonight.

This is a luxury hot spring hotel located outside the suburbs.

When you enter the door, you will find a mountain and rocky spring. The temperature in the pool is very high and the heat is steaming. Guests have to take off their winter clothes, change into their vacation clothes on the Shanghai side, and then go to the backyard restaurant.

This restaurant is full of poetry and is built according to the Qushui Liushang in Wang Xizhi's "Preface to Lanting".

In the middle is a huge Qushui pool, with a curved Xiaoqu water channel beside the pool. All the wine, vegetables, fruits and seafood are all placed in special dishes. Place these dishes upstream of the Xiaoqu water channel and let them float slowly along the tortuous water flow...

Whoever floats the plate can eat the food you want, and it will be repeated until the guests enjoy it.

On both sides of the Qushui Pool, there are several sandalwood dining tables. If you don’t want to take a hot spring, you can sit here, which is quite leisurely and elegant.

Meng Ling has been waiting here.

When Huang Mangui saw her sitting with someone else, a faint smile on his lips, his heart felt sore.

Although I knew that this woman did not belong to me, I still couldn't let go of my jealousy.

"You are here, this is Secretary Wei." Meng Ling said, pointing to the middle-aged man next to her.

He also introduced: "Secretary Wei, this is the famous person among Boss Huang and Boss Coal that I often mention to you."

"Hello." Secretary Wei nodded and said hello without hesitation.

Huang Manhole did not dare to hold it big, so he quickly stretched out his hands and shook it with others enthusiastically. His aura was so weak that he was a little impressed.

When you first look at Secretary Wei, you think he is very good and awesome, even more powerful than Zhu Xinning's.

Going to that one, the temperament is calm and domineering, and the wisdom is revealed in solemnity. This attitude is really not something that ordinary people can do. Even if he is the leader, Huang Mangai believes it.

After sitting down, Huang Jinggai politely said: "Secretary Wei, I am very happy to know you. I hope you will take care of you in the future."

"Don't be polite, we are fellow villagers, we are out of the same place." Secretary Wei smiled, picked up the wine glass and drank it, and said generously: "I worked as a soldier in the Three Jin Dynasties when I was young, and I was very familiar with every grass and every tree there, but later I became busy and never went there again."

"Then you two are really destined to be together." Meng Ling changed her previous cold and quiet words and took the initiative to pour wine for them, saying, "Both are heroes, and you need to drink more when you meet today."

While I was pushing the cup and changing, Huang Mangui saw that Meng Ling always approached Secretary Wei vaguely, and seemed a little cold to him, as if he was deliberately keeping a distance.

How could I not know that this girl looked down on me and leaned on the Secretary of the Guard instead?

If a man is jealous, no matter who you are, I dare to argue with him.

After thinking about it, I will first find out your details. Don’t be the little secretary of a ragged company. If you are the big shot in front of me, I will trample on you to death.

"Secretary Wei, where is your height?"

"I dare not talk about it, I just serve the chief."

"Oh?" Huang Manhole Guy became interested. The person who could make Meng Ling curry favor with him was indeed not simple, but we were not bad either. "Then what department do you work in?"

Secretary Wei did not rush to answer, smiled, cried a cup with Meng Ling, and asked in one drink, "Who is the current senior official of your Shanxi?"

"Yu Jun." Huang Mangui glanced at Meng Ling unpleasantly.

"Oh..." Think for a while.

Although you have to change clothes when you come in, valuables such as mobile phones and wallets will be carried with you.

Secretary Wei picked up his wallet from the table, there was a business card holder underneath, flipped through it, took out a business card from it and said, "Is this person?"

He sat arrogantly, spread his legs apart, supported his legs inward with his left palm, and handed his business card to Huang Mangui with his right hand and said, "I have seen him two months ago. He came to the imperial capital to report his duties. The leader asked me to approve the information he reported. After finishing his work, he said he would invite me to play in Sanjin. He really didn't have time, so he pushed him."

Huang Mangui looked at the business card and was already confused. He lost all his competitive spirit. He had seen one in Zhu Xinning, exactly the same.

Even if Secretary Wei stripped Meng Ling naked and frantically outputted and changed positions in front of him, he would not dare to fart even more, and he would also give in and say that he had good skills.

"The Chief's Secretary?" murmured to himself, his head was rumbling. Maybe even Zhu Xinning might not be able to see such a person?

Seeing that Huang Manhole cover bent down, he was almost obsessed with him. Secretary Wei was very satisfied and secretly rubbed Meng Ling's tender thighs under the table, which made the beauty look coquettishly and feel comfortable all over.

"That... Secretary Wei, how much do you call? As long as you use my yellow manhole cover in the future, I will never refuse."

"No hurry." Secretary Wei waved his hand and said with a smile: "I heard that you like antique calligraphy and paintings, so let's test you. Today, who has calligraphy and painting the most expensive?"

"This..." Speaking of antiques, Huang Mangai recognized himself as an expert, but he couldn't understand Secretary Wei's intentions, so why did he suddenly talk about this?

After thinking about it, he said, "It should be Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Preface", a priceless treasure in calligraphy and paintings."

"Priceless means no price. Not to mention those illusory things, just talk about our valuable treasures."

"Of course it's Huang Tingjian's "The Ming of the Pigeon". I heard that the market value is more than 300 million."

"No." Shaking his head, his face slightly disappointed.

Meng Ling quickly calmed down the atmosphere and said, "That is Da Vinci's "The Savior", which I heard is worth 300 million US dollars."

"If we don't want to admire foreign countries, we will be domestic."

"Or it was Tang Yin and Tang Bohu's "Lushan Waterfall Viewing"?" Huang Mangui answered tentatively.

"It's still wrong." Secretary Wei was even more disappointed.

The yellow manhole cover was so scared that his heart pounded...

Meng Ling saw it and asked, "Who do you think Secretary Wei?"

"You guys, rotten wood cannot be carved." Secretary Wei shook his head and sighed, and then said: "Awareness is very important, otherwise it will be difficult to become grand. The most expensive calligraphy and paintings at the moment are of course written by the leader."

Upon hearing this, Meng Ling's face was full of admiration and her eyes were full of affection.

Huang Wengui suddenly realized and slapped himself in annoyance. This unintentional mind...

If there is a chief calligraphy and painting at home, as long as he is in power, who in the world dares not buy your face?

"Oh, Secretary Wei is just joking with us. The chief is busy with official duties, so how can he have time to paint? Moreover, his calligraphy and paintings are priceless treasures, and no one knows how much it is worth."

"The leader is also a human being, and he has to rest and cultivate one's own character. The country, family and world affairs are the affairs. How can there be enough time to deal with so many things?" He paused, glanced at Huang Mangui and said, "Some time ago, the leader drew a picture of a snow mountain. Although he only drew half of it, he ordered me to burn it after the painting..."

"Then have you burned?" Meng Ling asked anxiously.

"You guess." A mysterious smile appeared on his face.

Huang manhole cover suddenly looked up, as if the drowning man had found a life-saving straw, "You offer a price, I bought it."

Although I dare not compete with you for Meng Ling, we are not bad either. If you have money, you have to show your advantages and make you look at them with admiration.

"Stop kidding, how can the leader's painting be given to others at will?" The old god refused.

The yellow manhole cover quickly winked at Meng Ling.

"Secretary Wei, don't do this." Meng Ling stood up with her chest, half-kneeling tenderly and moved to Secretary Wei's side, leaned up gracefully, clamped his arms between the two peaks, closed his chest, clamped his arms, and swayed his delicate body up and down, allowing him to feel the beauty, "Boss Huang is rich, so you can give him face, okay?"

"Oh..." Secretary Wei sighed, probably because he felt that it was difficult to refuse his affection. He thought about it and said: "A while ago, the auction of "The Mountains and Snow Sky" in Hongcheng also depicts the scene of snowy mountains in the cold winter, and sold a price of 26 million yuan."

"It's so expensive?" Meng Ling exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Thirty million, I want it!" Huang Jinggai said resolutely.

"This..." Secretary Wei hesitated for a moment.

Meng Ling quickly tried all his strength, regardless of Huang Manhole Biao's presence, sat directly on Secretary Wei's lap, shyly put his fingers on himself, and rubbed his thighs with his butt...
Chapter completed!