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Wang Fuxing seems to have had a long dream, the deeds of the twenty-five years of his life are in his mind, but in a very short period of time, there is a most detailed replay, in the dream of the Wang family's old house in the capital is still a car like a dragon, he dreamed of his grandfather who seems to be trying to straighten his waist at any time, his mother who is not very beautiful but unusually gentle and graceful, and his father who seems to be ordinary and not the slightest strange.

It was an unprecedented vision that had long been lost in history, brilliant to the extreme, and also majestic to the extreme.

It is no exaggeration to say that that period of time was the most prosperous period of the royal family in the capital.

The picture kept changing, and Wang Fuxing in his dream saw that he was growing up slowly, and the environment around him gradually changed from the old mansion of the Wang family to the bungalow that he could fully feel the warmth and coldness of the cold and heat in his memory.

Huzi, Yan Di, all appeared beside him.

Then came the college days, Ye Yuyan, Fang Haoran, Ye Tianting, all the people who could leave an impression in his memory appeared.

A dream, but it seems like a lifetime.

Wang Fuxing opened his eyes suddenly, the look of fear in his eyes flashed, he gasped, and his body was in sharp pain, making him not want to move.

"You're awake."

A hoarse and sexy voice beside him sounded at this time, calm and soft.

Wang Fuxing let out a long breath, mumbled, tightly clutched the quilt covering his body that exuded the fragrance of Xia Qinwei's body, turned his head, looked out the window, the sky had darkened, his eyes subconsciously narrowed, he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and ugly, and asked softly, "How long have I been in a coma?" ”

"One afternoon."

Xia Qinwei replied, stretched out her hand and pulled up the quilt on Wang Fuxing's body, her expression was soft, Miss Xia has always been a woman with a habit of cleanliness, both mentally and physically, she will not touch the cup that has been touched by others in the past, but after this law met Wang Fuxing, it began to fall apart quickly, she was willing to let him hold it, let him kiss, and let him sleep in her bed and cup, Miss Xia even secretly brushed her teeth with Wang Fuxing's toothbrush.

These are all little secrets that Wang Fuxing is destined not to know for a long time, and Miss Xia does this, which seems to prove a truth: true love between the two can ignore all the taboos hidden in people's hearts.

Wang Fuxing gently grabbed Xia Qinwei's hand, forced him to sit up straight, and when he moved slightly, he immediately felt severe pain, making his face, which was not already handsome, distorted because of the twitching of his facial muscles, but if this pain was compared with the last time he was just awake in the hospital, it would be a small thing, Wang Fuxing took a deep breath, sat up, and was just about to get out of bed, but was held down by a pair of warm and jade-like little hands.

"Don't move."

Xia Qinwei pressed her hands on Wang Fuxing's shoulders, but she didn't dare to use force, and said in a somewhat disgusted tone, and continued: "Where are you going?" ”

Wang Fuxing was stunned for a moment, stretched out his finger and pointed to the wall clock on the wall, 6:40, in other words, there was less than an hour and a half before the high-level gathering in the provincial party committee compound in the evening.

"Go change clothes, we can't miss this party."

Wang Fuxing said softly, his voice was still hoarse and unpleasant, but his tone was unusually firm.

"Don't you even want your life for these things?"

Xia Qinwei scolded, but the hand on Wang Fuxing's body did not let go, but pressed him slightly, intending to press him to lie down again.

"Don't worry, this injury can't kill anyone, and I'm not going to fight with others and have a meal."

Wang Fuxing said softly, barely squeezed out a smile, raised his head, and looked at Xia Qinwei: "This meal is even more important to me than it is to the Qin family and the Xia family, you know what I'm talking about, so I can't give up, I have to go." ”

The quota of a provincial party committee, the control of the underground society of a province, and the first springboard for Xue Mingli's promotion to the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee, these are all things that need to be agreed with the Qin family and the Xia family in this seemingly ordinary dinner tonight, Wang Fuxing doesn't want to drag it, and he can't afford it, and he is in Wu Yue, and he released their pigeons when he said that he would accompany several members of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee to dinner, how many people can do this kind of thing?

Xia Qinwei's eyes remained unchanged, and she looked at Wang Fuxing for about two or three minutes, and then hesitated before withdrawing her hand that was holding Wang Fuxing.

And then.

On this ordinary but unusual evening, the eldest lady of the Xia family, whose status is so noble that countless people dream of it, did something that Wang Fuxing remembers very clearly for the rest of his life.

She squatted down lightly and took Wang Fuxing's shoes and socks over, with a serious and gentle face, although her movements were a little clumsy, but she helped Wang Fuxing put on her socks and shoes very delicately.

It was a pair of delicate little hands that had signed countless contracts with an amount of more than 10 billion, and now they were squatting beside Wang Fuxing, tying a very beautiful and firm bow on his shoes with shoelaces, which seemed to tie his heart invisibly.

Wang Fuxing's eyes were glazed, and he stiffened his body to look at the little lady under him who had never called her husband but was now serving her like a wife, opened her mouth, and wanted to say something several times, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Xia Qinwei's expression was calm, as if she was doing a very natural thing, after putting on her shoes for Wang Fuxing, she stood up with satisfaction, looked at the man's sluggish face, blinked her eyes, and said with a smile: "I'll go change clothes, I'll be your driver in a while." ”

Wang Fuxing was stunned and silent for a long time before he sighed softly, endured the pain in his body, tried his best to make his expression more natural, and slowly walked out of Xia Qinwei's room.

The Emperor Fu Lingxi is not there.

The shooter was also not there.

Wang Fuxing Hall, facing the sofa, but because of the pain in his body, he didn't dare to sit down at will, stood in place and waited for Xia Qinwei for five minutes, then went out with Miss Xia, who was facing the sky, sat in the luxurious but low-key A8L, and slowly drove towards the provincial party committee compound.

Wang Fuxing's face was pale and he was in a cold sweat, but he pursed his lips tightly, and looked at the receding lights and scenery outside the window without saying a word, with a resolute expression.

"Does it hurt?"

Xia Qinwei said softly, holding the steering wheel, her driving skills are good, and now she is driving with a cautious attitude, trying to make the car reach the most stable point.

"It's fine."

Wang Fuxing smiled calmly, as if he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead very casually, although his expression was as calm and firm as ever, but his body was completely subconsciously curled up, which made him look extremely weak.

If you don't kill the enemy, you will hurt yourself.

Wang Fuxing's pain now, I'm afraid that no one can understand the slightest except Song Qingyi, who also has not yet made a sword.

"What are you thinking?"

Xia Qinwei said softly, constantly looking for topics, distracting Wang Fuxing's attention.

Wang Fuxing smiled peacefully, took out a cigarette and lit it, bit the cigarette holder, and said softly: "I'm thinking about tonight's dinner." ”

"Dinner?"

Xia Qinwei tilted her head, with an indifferent look, and said with a smile: "What is this?" Just treat them as ordinary weird uncles, don't be nervous. ”

Wang Fuxing smiled, looked out the window, and did not speak.

He was not nervous, his body was in severe pain, but his heart was excited and hot.

Because it's past tonight.

The entire underworld of Wu Yue will tremble and crawl under his feet!

And this night, it was a woman named Xia Qinwei, with a noble identity, who personally squatted down and put shoes and socks on him.

Wang Fuxing took a deep puff of his cigarette, leaned back on the chair, and said with a smile: "You can drive faster, it's okay." ”