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"Director Ding, are you back?" Luo Housheng saw Ding Changsheng enter the lobby, and immediately rushed up to say hello.

"Manager Luo, you haven't rested yet?" Ding Changsheng was quite surprised when he saw Luo Housheng.

"I heard from them that you were out, so I thought, you might want to drink, I asked the kitchen to make a sobering soup, or I'll let them send you to your room, right?" Luo Housheng discussed.

"Oh, thank you Manager Luo, that, Manager Luo, I did drink a little too much today, so let's do it, tomorrow night or at noon, how about we get together, thank you for taking care of you." Ding Changsheng said with a smile.

"Where's the word, then I'll pick up the wind for Director Ding tomorrow at noon or evening." Luo Housheng was very happy, as long as Ding Changsheng was willing to go.

Now there are people in the city who are ready to pry their positions, but they have been away from Huzhou for too long, and because the leading cadres in Huzhou are changing too quickly, Luo Housheng has no backing in the city, which is his biggest weakness.

Now his wife and children are in Beijing, and he has bought a house in Beijing, so if he is transferred back to Huzhou at this time, it can be said that he has worked in vain for half of his life, and his biggest wish is to be able to work in Beijing until retirement, even if he retires, but such an idea is unlikely to be realized.

So he can be a leader who comes to Beijing, but the person who really decides his fate has not come, Si Nanxia has served as the secretary of the municipal party committee for a period of time but has not come to Beijing, as long as the previous leader is in power, the first place to come is Beijing, and he comes more often during the New Year's holidays.

"Okay, Manager Luo, let's talk again tomorrow, I did drink a lot and want to go back to sleep." Ding Changsheng said.

"Okay, Director Ding, I'll send you back to the room, right?" Luo Housheng stepped forward to hug Ding Changsheng.

Ding Changsheng smiled, waved his hand, and signaled that he could do it, so he stepped into the elevator, went upstairs alone, and entered the room, but before he could stabilize his feet, someone knocked on the door, Ding Changsheng was overwhelmed, and thought that Luo Housheng was following again, and opened it to see that it was Miao Miao.

"Where's my food?" Miao Miao stretched out her head to look into the room, but saw that there were indeed no people following in.

"Oh, I forgot, I went to someone's house to eat today, I can't eat and drink, look at it when I leave, oops, I drank too much, I really forgot." Ding Changsheng said while patting his head.

"Hmph, my hungry heart is close to my back, you are good, full of wine and food, I don't care, I'm hungry, you have to take care of the food." Miao Miao sat on Ding Changsheng's bed and didn't leave.

Ding Changsheng was very helpless, picked up the phone at the bedside and called the front desk, asked for a few dishes, and sent them to Miao Miao's room opposite, the front desk got Luo Housheng's instructions to meet all Ding Changsheng's requirements, he just wanted a young lady, and he had to go out and find it quickly, so a few dishes were not a problem at all.

"Okay, you go back to sleep, I'm going to rest, I've drunk a lot tonight." Ding Changsheng said.

When Miao Miao got up to leave, she suddenly saw the painting on the table, and saw that Ding Changsheng didn't pay attention, so she stepped forward to pick it up and slowly unfold it, but just half of it was unfolded, and it was discovered by Ding Changsheng.

"Oops, who let you see, roll up". Ding Changsheng stretched out his hand to hide, but Miao Miao was seeing the key point, how could he give it to him easily, so Ding Changsheng took the unfolded one, Miao Miao held the rolled one, only to hear a stabbing sound, both of them stopped, and Miao Miao was even more frightened and let go all of a sudden.

Ding Changsheng looked at the painting, almost tearing a hole in the middle, thanks to the two of them stopping in time, so it was not completely torn up, which also made Ding Changsheng very distressed, glanced at Miao Miao, and didn't say anything, but Miao Miao knew that he was in trouble, this painting looks antique, it should be an antique, I'm afraid it is worth a lot of money, but now it was torn by himself, what should I do with this little thing?

The more Ding Changsheng didn't speak, the more bottomless she felt in her heart, so standing there, watching Ding Changsheng roll up the painting little by little, she felt so uncomfortable in her heart, child, after a while, I couldn't stand it in my heart, tears fell down, and she didn't make a sound, but Ding Changsheng quickly found out that Miao Miao was crying. So he casually threw the painting on the table and looked at Miao Miao, who was so angry and funny, and didn't know how to coax her.

"Okay, okay, it's okay, don't cry, that painting is not valuable, it's just that it was given to me by a friend of mine, so it's for your good not to let you see it, understand?" Ding Changsheng stepped forward and hugged Miao Miao, patted her back gently, and said in her ear.

"You really don't blame me?" Miao Miao is a child after all, so after Ding Changsheng coaxed her for a while, she would be fine, and when she knocked on the door to deliver food, she would have already burst into tears and laughed.

"Let's go to dinner, have a good dream, get up tomorrow morning and I'll take you to the Forbidden City, Tiananmen Square, okay?"

"Okay, that's what you said, don't lie to me?"

"Of course, the hook hangs up, and it will not change for a hundred years." Ding Changsheng finally coaxed Mao Meng out of the room, just closed the door, and jumped and ran to the painting as if he had been burned by someone's tail, it was a painting of tens of millions, and it was ruined by this little girl, and the one that hurt was a trembling heart.

Ding Changsheng picked up the painting, sat on the white bed, slowly opened the painting, and when he opened the torn place, he was apprehensive in his heart, such a good painting, at least a thousand years, just like that, alas, a ruined thing.

The torn place naturally cannot be restored, Ding Changsheng carefully stroked the scroll, but when he slowly saw the torn gap, he actually found that the inside of the gap seemed to be separated by a layer of paper, and the position was just in the middle of the painting.

Ding Changsheng slowly opened the torn gap, and found that what was torn before was pure paper, but when he got here, it was extremely difficult to tear, because not only was there paper on the outside, but there was also a layer of things inside, and it may be that layer of things that prevented the whole painting from being split in two by Ding Changsheng and Miao Miao.

But what is this? Ding Changsheng sat on the bed with his cheeks and thought, and at the same time his heart was extremely tormented, not tearing, he didn't know what was hidden inside, but if it was torn, maybe the painting would be finished, whether to tear it or not?