The plan of "Junting Group Shouyangshan Overall Development Project" and the approval of the province are placed on Wu Lei's desk.

Wu Lei squinted his eyes and smoked a cigarette one by one. The ashtray was already full of cigarette butts, his masterpiece of the morning.

As soon as he got to work today, he received a call from above, and he was reprimanded with his head and face, but he didn't say why. Putting down the phone, while pondering, the secretary brought something in front of him.

Wu Lei now feels that the problem is very tricky, and it seems that he can't stop Junting Group's development of Shouyang Mountain, and because of his obstruction before, there is a gap in the relationship, and it will be repaired later.

In other aspects, I have to find a way to find a way, if the people of the court still want to move the stones on the mountain, what can he do.

"Xiao Liu, prepare the car and go to Chaoyang Palace."

At this time, Zhiwei was standing on the stargazing platform and looking at the sea in the distance, the sea surface was sparkling in the sunlight, and there were fishing boats swimming in it. He had been here many years ago, and it was the same weather, the same sea, and now he stood here as if he had returned to the past.

Zhiwei paced around the stargazing platform a few times, and easily found the entrance to the secret room. He stopped and stood, thought for a while, and slowly descended from the plank road in the back mountain to the mountain.

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Fang Jingrou has been staying at Sun Yufei's house for two months, and every day she changes her tricks to make food for Sun Yufei.

Fang Jingrou feels that her sense of smell and taste is now N times more sensitive than before, so she can better grasp the condiment combination of each dish.

During the day, she will collect some special dishes on the Internet, and then study and make them, and the effect is surprisingly good, with full color, flavor, and flavor.

Sun Yufei now feels that she can't do without Fang Jingrou, and as long as she goes home, she feels very happy. The room was clean, and the clothes were hot and neatly hung in the closet. The kitchen wafted out an enticing fragrance, and Fang Jingrou actually massaged, and her hands were moderate and the acupuncture points were extremely accurate, pinching her bones crispy. What more could a husband ask for in such a life?

Sun Yufei used to say, "If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grab a man's stomach." This sentence scoffed, and now she took it.

What's even more amazing is that Fang Jingrou can actually make clothes. And it is a pure handmade kind, the style is a modified traditional Chinese clothing, and there are all kinds of embroidery on it. Watching her sewing stitches and threads, Sun Yufei actually had a moment of trance, and she seemed to see a picture of an ancient boudoir woman sewing a wedding dress before getting married.

She sighed in her heart, if it was not so simple for a quiet time, maybe many men would like it. Such a woman is really suitable to marry home.

The simple appearance of Jingjing, in fact, is much better looking now than two months ago, the eyelashes are curved, the eyebrows are thick, the hair has grown an inch or so, and the body is more fleshy, and it has gotten rid of the image of an African refugee.

She sewed a veil for herself out of lace and tulle that covered her entire head and face, and covered it tightly from going out, and her skin was unusually white and tender.

On this day, Sun Yufei was very embarrassed and said to the other party: "Jingjing, I plan to entertain some guests this weekend, is it okay?" ”

Fang Jingrou thought for a moment.

"What kind of dishes do you need me to cook?"

"Thank you, Quiet. Just make some snacks and cold food, and the party is buffet-style. There were about two dozen people, and I could ask some part-time workers to come and help that day. ”

What Fang Jingrou didn't expect was that the weekend buffet would be held in a villa on the outskirts of Luoyi. Early in the morning, Sun Yufei drove Fang Jingrou there.

Now that it has entered the summer, Fang Jingrou ordered some fabrics online in her spare time to make several clothes for herself and Sun Yufei.

The style of the clothes is improved by Fang Jingrou based on Feng Mingyue's memories and the experience of looking through other people's wardrobes every day in the ancient city, combined with modern clothing.

Today, Fang Jingrou wore a pure white gauze dress, with a white gauze and gold silk scarf around her head, the top was a modified Hanfu with an oblique tie, the neckline and cuffs were embroidered with delicate patterns with silk threads of the same color, and the bottom was a white wide-leg trousers, and a pair of pale gold modified embroidered shoes with a slope bottom on her feet.

Although Fang Jingrou is still very thin, she has an even skeleton, and she has a special kind of elegant and bony beauty when she wears wide clothes.

Her current dress is still more eye-catching when she walks on the street. Luckily, she doesn't need to see anyone else, she's just in charge of preparing meals in the kitchen

The part-time workers Sun Yufei said were actually kitchen staff in five five-star hotels. These people were well-trained, and they were not particularly surprised to see Fang Jingrou.

Fang Jingrou didn't say much, discussed the meal to be made in the evening with these five people, and began to prepare.

By 4 p.m., everything was ready and a few guests had arrived.

Sun Yufei came to the kitchen, pulled Fang Jingrou and said, "Thank you for your hard work today, these guests of mine eat too much food and beverage in the hotel, give them a surprise this time." Come with me to the front and meet them. ”

"Sister Fei, I still don't want it. You know what I look like. I don't even want to go out, let alone meet people. ”

"Well, I understand your feelings. I'll take you upstairs to the lounge, and we'll go back together in the evening. ”

Sun Yufei arranged Fang Jingrou in a lounge on the third floor of the villa and went downstairs to greet the guests.

After a busy day, Fang Jingrou was also tired, took off her shoes, curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

When she woke up, it was already the beginning of the lanterns, Fang Jingrou walked to the bay window and looked down, and saw that there were a lot of guests downstairs, chatting and drinking in the newly decorated garden.

A puppet in the garden set up a small platform with a small band playing jazz music.

The lights and shadows are intertwined, the cups are staggered, and the breeze of the summer night blows, accompanied by lingering music, which makes people trance.

Fang Jingrou went downstairs to the kitchen and saw several Western chefs frying steaks, which had been taken to the garden by the waiter for guests to eat.

Now Fang Jingrou's stomach and intestines are still relatively weak, and she can't eat big fish and meat. She ordered herself a bowl of chicken soup Yangchun noodles and carried it up to the third floor on a tray.

Entering the room and about to close the door, one hand propped up the door panel. Fang Jingrou looked up and saw a man wearing black trousers and a white shirt with a white shirt of the same color, hooking his suit with his fingers, leaning on the door frame and pursing his lips and raising his eyebrows at her.

Fang Jingrou didn't say anything, and looked at him silently for a while. Turning around and holding the tray and placing the noodles on the table, the man naturally walked in and sat down at the table. Reaching out to pick up the chopsticks, he took the bowl and ate it honestly and unceremoniously.

Fang Jingrou took a deep breath, picked up the tray, turned around and walked downstairs, and when she walked to the door, she heard the person behind her shouting incoherently: "It's delicious, one more bowl." ”

When Fang Jingrou came up with the tray for the second time, the guy had already finished eating a bowl of noodles, carrying a bottle of wine and singing K with a microphone in one hand.

"Dare to ask where the end of the world is, a pot of wine for one person...... How much sorrow has there been in the ancient world, saying that it is gathering and scattering, but it is not enough to say .........."

Fang Jingrou sat at the table and lifted a corner of the veil behind her ear, slowly eating her own noodles, and carefully observed this man, coffee-colored leather shoes, same-color leather belt and watch belt. The hair was carefully groomed, and it was combed to the back to reveal a full forehead.

No matter how you look at it, he is a young gentleman, but with a bottle of champagne in his hand, one foot on the low table, and singing a pure Chinese song, what evil is this?