At half past two in the afternoon, the car set off from Bibei City and drove along the Zhongtian Expressway to Zhongzhou City. In addition to Zhao Changfeng's car, the Finance Bureau came to two cars, one is Su Changjiang's car black Lada, and the other is a Songhuajiang minivan, which is full of red Fuji apples and other local products of Bibei City. In fact, Zhao Changfeng knew that the apples and other local products in the Songhuajiang van were just a disguise, and the real local products were in Su Changjiang's handbag in the black Lada car. The city of Bibei is rich in gold, and this gold jewelry should naturally be classified as a local product. Therefore, there are so many counties and cities in the Central Plains Province, only the cadres of Bibei City are the most justifiable when they send gold to the higher departments, and they are local specialties.

Zhao Changfeng and Jiang Wenjing sat side by side in the back seat of Santana, and because the driver and secretary were present, the two of them had nothing to say. Zhao Changfeng sniffed the faint fragrance coming from Jiang Wenjing's body, and couldn't help but feel relaxed, the journey that was originally a little lonely and boring immediately became much more lively and interesting because of the company of beautiful women.

After driving the car for a while, Zhao Changfeng felt a little sleepy, so he closed his eyes and leaned on the back seat to take a nap, and unconsciously fell asleep in the faint fragrance. I don't know how long it took, Zhao Changfeng felt an itchy nose and woke up. I found that the nose was fragrant and the shoulders were heavy. It turned out that Jiang Wenjing didn't know when he actually fell asleep with his shoulder, and just now he felt an itch, and it was Jiang Wenjing's hair that swept to his nose. Zhao Changfeng involuntarily touched his nose. couldn't help laughing, only this action was spontaneous by him, not unconsciously imitating Zhao Qiang.

Jiang Wenjing seemed to be awakened by Zhao Changfeng in her sleep, she snorted softly, moved her body, hugged Zhao Changfeng's arm tightly with both hands, and snuggled up to Zhao Changfeng's arm to continue sleeping.

Zhao Changfeng could still bear Jiang Wenjing's posture just now, but now this posture made Zhao Changfeng a little uncontrollable, and his arm was tightly held in Jiang Wenjing's arms. Jiang Wenjing's elastic chest was tightly pressed against Zhao Changfeng's arm at this moment, although there were several layers of clothes, Zhao Changfeng could clearly feel the softness and heat of Jiang Wenjing's chest.

Zhao Changfeng was very conflicted in his heart, and wanted to pull out his arm, but he was reluctant to take such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he was struggling hard in his heart for a while. He looked down at Jiang Wenjing's pretty face that had become red because of the upsurge of alcohol, and then listened to Jiang Wenjing's fine and long even breathing, and suddenly found a high-sounding reason for himself, Wen Jing, this girl, must be tired of running around to cover the news these days. It's rare to have a chance to rest today, how can I bear to wake her up?

So Zhao Changfeng also leaned on the back seat with his eyes closed and pretended to sleep, sniffing the faint body fragrance coming from Jiang Wenjing's body, and feeling the tempting softness and elasticity of Jiang Wenjing's chest. Listening to Jiang Wenjing's sweet breathing, Zhao Changfeng hated that the driver Lao Xing could drive the car to the moon and then circle back.

But reality is always contrary to people's ideals, Zhao Changfeng just had such an idea, the driver Lao Xing slowed down the car, and Liu Junkang never whispered softly in his ear: "Boss." Zhongzhou City has arrived, where do we go first? ”

Zhao Changfeng had to open his eyes, gently rubbed his temples twice, reluctantly withdrew his hand from Jiang Wenjing's embrace, and groaned. According to the plan drawn up in advance, Zhao Changfeng and Su Changjiang will report to the Department of Finance tomorrow, but tonight they must send out the local products, so that when they report on their work tomorrow, the deputy director in charge of the Department of Finance and officials of agriculture, social security, and budget will have a smile on their faces.

"Call Director Su. == Let him go to the Tianyang office to live first. We will send Reporter Jiang home and then go to meet him. Zhao Changfeng said.

Although Tianyang City is only three hours away from Zhongzhou City, it has also set up an office, which is actually a very common phenomenon. There are also some prefectures and cities, even if it is just across the Yellow River from the provincial capital Zhongzhou, will also set up an office in Zhongzhou City. In addition to the fact that we can increase the number of personnel and arrange officials in a grand manner. The main purpose is that after the leaders of the following prefectures and cities arrive in the provincial capital. There will always be some things that are not good-sounding and have their own offices. These things will be solved.

Liu Junkang called Su Changjiang and said. Su Changjiang said that there was no problem, and Mayor Zhao was just busy, but he snorted in his heart, and said that this little pervert didn't know what to do with that Sao Fox reporter.

When the car came to the vicinity of Bishagang Park, Zhao Changfeng stopped and did not let the car continue. In front of it is the family home of Zhongzhou Daily, and Zhao Changfeng can't let the car drive there. When those people saw Jiang Wenjing get out of a man's car, they didn't know what rumors to make up***! Originally, there were many women who were reporters, and there were even more beautiful reporters, and Zhao Changfeng definitely didn't want to add any more rights and wrongs to Jiang Wenjing's life.

"Quiet, quiet." Zhao Changfeng shouted softly, but Jiang Wenjing did not react in the slightest. The little girl slept so soundly, Zhao Changfeng really couldn't bear to wake up the little girl, but he understood that his idea was extremely naïve, and the driver Lao Xing and the secretary Liu Junkang were still waiting for him.

Zhao Changfeng gently patted Jiang Wenjing's face, Jiang Wenjing suddenly sobered up, and shouted, "What? Got to the place? ”

Zhao Changfeng looked at the red and white marks pressed out of Jiang Wenjing's face, and couldn't help but feel funny, he had always seen Jiang Wenjing's gentle and quiet ladylike image, and he had never seen Jiang Wenjing so embarrassed. This little girl can't drink, and she prefers to drink, although the red wine is smooth, but the stamina is great.

"Well, Wen Jing, it's time to get some." Zhao Changfeng said with a smile: "This is Bishagang Park, and in front of it is the family courtyard of your newspaper." Will you take two steps back by yourself, or will I drop you off at your doorstep? ”

Jiang Wenjing shook her head, came to her senses, and said, "I'd better go back by myself." As she spoke, she took out the makeup mirror, took a photo, and was a little embarrassed when she saw her embarrassment, she took out a small comb to comb her hair, then glared at Zhao Changfeng, and said, "It's all you, knowing that I can't drink, and you still let me drink hard." ”

Zhao Changfeng smiled and didn't defend himself.

Jiang Wenjing said again: "When will you go back?" ”

Zhao Changfeng said: "Tomorrow afternoon." ”

Jiang Wenjing said: "Okay, come and pick me up tomorrow afternoon." I haven't finished the special article in Beibei City yet! ”

After waving goodbye to Jiang Wenjing, Liu Junkang asked Zhao Changfeng: "Boss, ...... now?" ”

Zhao Changfeng said: "Send me to the provincial military compound first, and then I will go to the Tianyang office in the evening." ”

Lao Xing had sent Zhao Changfeng once before, so he sent Zhao Changfeng to the compound of the provincial military region and stopped at the gate of Fang Zhenhua's small courtyard

Zhao Changfeng got out of the car, pushed the door and went in, the room attendant was trimming the holly in the yard with big scissors, and asked, "Is the old man at home?" ”

The orderly saw that it was Zhao Changfeng, and hurriedly said, "Mayor Zhao, the chief is here, in the upstairs study." ”

Zhao Changfeng pushed the door in, tiptoed to the study, and knocked on the door. A majestic voice came from the study: "Who? ”

Zhao Changfeng said: "Dad, it's me, Changfeng." ”

"Come in!" There was a hint of peace in his majestic voice.

Zhao Changfeng pushed the door in, Fang Zhenhua held a large brush, and wrote a banner on the desk intently. Zhao Changfeng went over, only to see that it was written: "In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north, and the head of Orange Island." Look at the red mountains all over, the forests are dyed ......" gestures are endless, and the big characters are flying and the phoenix are dancing, although it is not a book style, but it looks vigorous and powerful, but it is also worthy of the artistic conception of the chairman's "Qinyuan Spring Changsha".

Fang Zhenhua did not stop, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and continued to write: "...... Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households. Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves curb the flying boat? The gesture came to an abrupt halt at the end of the boat, like a giant rest.

"Changfeng, how is my handwriting?" Fang Zhenhua put the brush on the inkstone and asked Zhao Changfeng with a smile.

"Dad, your handwriting is really good, and it has everyone's style, but I can't see what kind of writing you have?" Zhao Changfeng touched his nose and asked.

Fang Zhenhua smiled: "It's nothing!" Something I figured out on my own. The president of the Provincial Calligraphy Association also said that my handwriting was good, and said that if I practiced calligraphy since I was a child, I would now be a generation of famous artists. Zhao Changfeng looked at the banner again and said, "This president has a bit of eyesight and knows how to pat your father's ass." ”

Fang Zhenhua glared at Zhao Changfeng and said, "Changfeng, are you praising me, or are you making fun of me?" ”

Zhao Changfeng smiled and didn't speak.

Fang Zhenhua took a sip of the teacup on the table and said, "Say, what embarrassing thing has happened to your kid?" ”