703 The word "living relatives" is hanging on the head (two)

Jiang Zhihan rarely fights with people over the years. He is not a very familiar person and drinks at most three drinks. ttzw365. Book friends compiled by him. Among the friends, the ones he knows have the best alcohol content, Xiao Gu, Yuan Yuan, and Lin Zhixian. Lin Zhixian has worked at the grassroots level for many years before, and has developed a good alcohol content, which is not helping him in the future.

After waking up, Jiang Zhihan could still feel a headache of hangover. He sat up and said a few words in a strange way. He couldn't sleep well and couldn't get rid of the residual wine... Whether he knew it, it should be green, fat, red and thin. Without the audience, he was disgusted first.

Lin Zhixian looked like he was seven or eight years ago yesterday - maybe it was because of the pressure of work, maybe it was because of the depression of his lover's departure from his hometown, maybe it was because of his extreme trust in Jiang Zhihan - the two of them were simply two grasshoppers on the same rope - he took off the mask of the director of the city bureau and told him a lot of things with all his heart.

Of course, this includes the love between him and Xiaoqin. Lin Zhixian sighed, among the women I know, Xiaoqin can't even 100 people in the beautiful ones. But, this girl is such a good girl...

Yes, this girl silently gave him the most colorful decade of her youth from twenty-four to thirty-four. Ten years later, he was attacked by political enemies, involved her in the storm of public opinion, and made her 70-year-old father cry. In order to calm the situation, she resigned from her beloved Metropolitan News supplement and went to Australia to study for a master's degree in journalism. You know, she resolutely jumped from the evening newspaper to the Metropolitan Newspaper to stay away from her father's protection. In recent years, she had neither benefited from her father nor her lover. She completely relied on her own ability to get to the position of deputy editor-in-chief of the Metropolitan Newspaper's supplement. She could only know the hard work.

Lin Zhixian never had the idea of ​​divorced his wife. His wife was virtuous and filial to her son, and he has always been a harbor he was proud of. Therefore, he never made any promises to Xiaoqin, but this silly girl was there silently, and she never asked for anything except for her occasional companionship. One year, two years, five years, ten years, in the blink of an eye, time changes, and youth has passed.

The guilt in his heart was accumulated with time, but he never took the initiative to ask her to leave. Most of the time was because of selfishness, a lot of work infighting and pressure. She was the only person who could share with him. If his friends were not good, his wife was not good, and there was no one else except her.

So, when Xiaoqin's father, who had just stepped down from the position of deputy general manager and editor-in-chief of the Evening News, found him and spitted his spit on the face of the director, he just lowered his head and acted like a sinner. On the third day after the old man settled the score with him, he fell on the stairs and almost suffered a stroke. By the side of his father's bed, Xiaoqin swears with tears that he would find someone to marry him within three years, and then he sent a text message to notify him of his decision to study in Australia.

Lin Zhixian did not try to keep him - he could not say any reason to keep him, whether it was about his future or hers. When he went home that night, he was greeted by his wife's cold face. But when he woke up the next morning, his favorite millet porridge, salted duck eggs, and shredded pickled vegetables were still there as usual. After dinner and leaving the door, he drove to see his lover who had been ten years. He had nothing to say until he said goodbye.

On the way back, he parked the car next to the reservoir where the two of them often went on a secret date. Suddenly, he felt an extremely strong self-loath that he had never had for many years. Whether he was his wife or lover, he could only speak for nothing.

From the afternoon to the sunset, Jiang Zhihan was a listener at 99%. He also said that when he returned to Tiangong Gorge, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of guilt in his heart when he returned to Tiangong Gorge. Just because of Xiaoqin he introduced him to Lin Zhixian to know. Because of this incident in his subconscious, he has been particularly kind to the mother and the two over the years, so he is also very close to them. He also talked about the past events he met with Xiaoqin, about Shanshan, about Xiaoqian, about that lawsuit, and about those articles.

Sometimes, compared to women, men are always open-minded. A decade of love may begin to dissipate in a hangover. When they wake up tomorrow, Lin Zhixian will lift up his spirits and continue to fight in his officialdom. Jiang Zhihan never doubts about this.

Perhaps it was the endless nightmare last night. When Jiang Zhihan, who was used to getting up early in the biological clock, opened his eyes and it was already 11:50 in the morning. There was a slight knock on the door and asked him to come in. Li Rongrong pushed the door and came in, holding a tray of breakfast in her hand.

She put the tray on the bedside table and said, "Damn kid, how long have you been sleeping? It's already the right time..."

Jiang Zhihan was stunned for a long time. He hadn't been nagged by his mother. This sentence sounded very friendly, as if he had heard it at some point.

Li Rongrong lowered her head and looked at it carefully for a few seconds, and said, "Why are your eyes a little dark?... Haven't you been asleep yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the cell phone at the head of the bed vibrated.

Jiang Zhihan looked at him, picked it up, and apologized: "Senior Brother Lin's phone number..."

Li Rongrong gave him a blank look and ordered, "You will not leave the house until you finish eating...", turned around and came out of the room, and gently covered the door.

Jiang Zhihan yawned, "Senior Brother, are you awake?..."

Lin Zhixian did not make any polite decisions with him and asked straight to the point: "Is the New Weekly newspaper under Yangcheng Economic and Trade Group?"

Jiang Zhihan said: "Yes...what is there any problem?"

Lin Zhixian asked again: "You have a good relationship with Siyi? Can you keep your word?"

Jiang Zhihan frowned and replied, "What do you think should be a big problem."

Lin Zhixian sighed, "Oh... I was woken up early this morning... Do you still remember the cracks I told you yesterday? Last year, there was a case, which was the gun throwing case before the Asian city conference. At that time, the upper party was nervous and the order was to be solved within 72 hours. As a result, a worker in Shanbei County was arrested and died in the police station. Now someone wants to find this case to create a typical example. I heard early this morning that the father of the deceased had instigated him to go to Yangcheng. It is said that there has been a special report there. Now the time is very sensitive, and it can be seen that it has been carefully planned. The next week, there is an inspection team in the department. If the matter is revealed at that time..."

Jiang Zhihan was stunned for a moment when he held the microphone. Lin Zhixian's words seemed to be leaving only a buzzing sound, and he couldn't tell what it meant.

"Zhihan..." Lin Zhixian called out and woke him up. "My people arrived at the airport at 10 o'clock. They had just arrived at the newspaper door, but they were blocked outside. Siyi left a job call here, but I couldn't get through. This new weekly has always liked to fire artillery in the past two years and has a great influence in China. I asked someone to inquire. They had a good relationship with the Yangcheng government and almost never fired their guns to reveal their shortcomings. I guess it would be difficult for my people to go in and take people away..."

Jiang Zhihan could hear his saliva. After a while, he said, "I know this... I asked me to do it by a good friend, and I greeted him there. At that time... well, because there were some other things, I didn't think too much about it."

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