Chapter Seventy-Five: The Yellow Turbans on Both Sides
Fang Xiaoya nodded vigorously, secretly admiring that Li Youwei had been trained in officialdom for many years, and he had a very fighting mind and strategy.
Thinking of having such an experienced old captain to help her take the helm, Fang Xiaoya felt a lot more at ease, and secretly thanked Qiao Liang for helping her recommend Li Youwei.
Thinking like this, Fang Xiaoya couldn't help but glance at Qiao Liang affectionately.
After a while, Gu Shuyun prepared the dishes and beckoned everyone to sit in the restaurant.
Li Youwei opened red wine, everyone chatted while eating, and the atmosphere at the table was very cheerful.
During the banquet, Fang Xiaoya respected Li Youwei's wine, and thanked him for promising himself.
Li Youwei said: "Chairman Fang should actually thank two people, one is Liang Zi and the other is Minister Xu. ”
"I don't need to thank you, the key is to thank Minister Xu." Qiao Liang said while eating.
Li Youwei smiled, this kid didn't forget to lift the leader forward at the family banquet, and the more he mixed up in the officialdom, the more eye-catching he became.
"Minister Xu is my cousin-in-law and relative, so I don't need to thank him, and Qiao Liang is my best classmate in college, so I don't need to thank you." Fang Xiaoya squeezed her eyes at Qiao Liang as she spoke.
Qiao Liang smiled at Fang Xiaoya.
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Seeing that Qiao Liang and Fang Xiaoya had such a harmonious relationship, Li Youwei and Gu Shuyun glanced at each other, and the two of them sighed slightly in their hearts, if Qiao Liang could be with Fang Xiaoya in the first place, how good it would be.
It's a pity that everything is if, and reality is very difficult to change.
After eating, Qiao Liang and Fang Xiaoya said goodbye and left, and Fang Xiaoya's car sent Qiao Liang home.
Xiao Ya said on the road: "Qiao Liang, do you have a driver's license?" ”
"It's been there for a long time."
"Shall I give you a car?"
"Why are you giving me a car?" Qiao Liang knew that as long as Fang Xiaoya made a move, the grade of the car would definitely not be low.
"Because you introduced me to a good president, I want to thank you." Fang Xiaoya drank a little too much tonight, and her face was red.
"You didn't say you didn't need to thank you when you ate."
"That's what I said in front of Brother Li, but I still thank you very much in private." Fang Xiaoya smiled.
"Thank you, I still owe you a great favor, besides, my home is not far from the unit, you can walk to work, you have a car for official business, you don't need a car, don't toss."
"Okay then, no thanks, who are the two of us." Fang Xiaoya said, leaning her head on Qiao Liang's shoulder, and her body was also close to Qiao Liang.
Fang Xiaoya's hair was tickling Qiao Liang's neck, a little itchy.
Feeling the warmth of Fang Xiaoya's body, Qiao Liang remembered the 4 years of college with Fang Xiaoya, the 8-year parting of each side, the fact that Fang Xiaoya is still single, and the failed marriage, and complicated emotions welled up in his heart.
12 years, how many 12 years can there be in life!
Qiao Liang suddenly felt the urge to cry.
After being silent for a long time, Qiao Liang turned his head to look at Fang Xiaoya, and was stunned, Fang Xiaoya had tears on her face.
She just had the urge to cry, but she was crying.
Qiao Liang raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on Fang Xiaoya's face.
Fang Xiaoya didn't make a sound, but held Qiao Liang's hand.
Fang Xiaoya's hands were slender and smooth, and a little cold.
Qiao Liang sighed softly, holding Fang Xiaoya's hand in his palm, warming her.
After a moment, Fang Xiaoya also let out a sigh.
The car arrived downstairs at Qiao Liang's house, and the two got out of the car and stood facing each other.
"You're not happily married, are you?" Fang Xiaoya said softly, in the night, her eyes were bright and clear.
Qiao Liang was silent, and his heart was puzzled.
"What are you going to do?" Fang Xiaoya said again.
"I don't know!" Qiao Liang felt depressed and humiliated for a while, and felt very embarrassed.
Fang Xiaoya was silent for a long time, then turned around and got into the car and left.
When Qiao Liang returned home, Zhang Mei was collecting clothes on the balcony.
"I'm back." Zhang Mei came over.
"Hmm." Qiao Liang agreed, and then went to the bathroom to wash his face.
Zhang Mei followed: "Fang Xiaoya sent you back?" ”
"Yes." Qiao Liang knew that Zhang Mei had just seen herself and Fang Xiaoya standing downstairs.
"What dinner did you have with Fang Xiaoya tonight?"
"Yes, there are others with you."
"Who else?"
Qiao Liang washed his face and turned to look at Zhang Mei: "Why are you asking in such detail?" ”
"I just casually asked, what's wrong?" Zhang Mei was a little unhappy.
"No, those people have nothing to do with you, you don't need to ask." Qiao Liang returned to the living room and sat down.
Zhang Mei followed again and stood in front of Qiao Liang: "Why did Fang Xiaoya send you?" ”
"I'd love to, you know." Qiao Liang rolled his eyelids, he didn't have a good airway.
"Just reconcile and then quarrel again, right?" Zhang Mei glared.
"Okay, okay, don't quarrel, don't quarrel, good day, what a quarrel." Qiao Liang said dupliciously, got up and went to the bedroom.
Zhang Mei glared at Qiao Liang's back and pursed her lips vigorously.
Zhang Mei went to bed after washing, and Qiao Liang lay with his back to him.
Zhang Mei turned off the light and leaned closer to Qiao Liang: "Do you want it?" ”
Recently, the man's performance in that regard has become more and more unsatisfactory, and he surrendered the gun within a few minutes of entering, which made Zhang Mei very disappointed.
Although he wants to be a prominent official wife, this does not contradict his physiological needs, and Qiao Liang is much stronger than him in this regard.
Zhang Mei has always felt that love and desire can be separated, not to mention that her feelings for Qiao Liang now seem to be changing unconsciously.
This change seems to be related to Qiao Liang taking care of his mother, and it seems to be related to Fang Xiaoya.
As for why it was related to Fang Xiaoya, Zhang Mei couldn't think about it for a while.
Faced with Zhang Mei's second active courtship since she got married, Qiao Liang was very sober at this time, and simply said, "Don't." ”
"Why not?"
"I'm tired, sleepy, and uninterested."
"Hmph, excuses, don't forget it." Zhang Mei turned her back in disappointment.
Qiao Liang didn't squeak, Nima, no matter how beautiful this woman's body is, it is dirty.
Qiao Liang couldn't help but think of that curly hair again, and thought of Chu Heng......
If the adulterer is really Chu Heng, how will he work with him in the same unit in the future? How to face this embarrassing and cruel reality?
Also, Qiao Liang suddenly thought of an important question, if Chu Heng and Zhang Mei already had this kind of relationship, why did they introduce him to him? What exactly is his intention?
Qiao Liang pondered repeatedly, thinking about it with a headache, his brain was finally tired, and he fell asleep in chaos.
As soon as he arrived at the unit the next day, Qiao Liang received a call from Fang Xiaoya, saying that the new president Li Youwei had officially taken office in the group.
Qiao Liang was very happy, and the boss's new life began.
Qiao Liang went to Xu Honggang's office and told him the news of Li Youwei's appointment.
Xu Honggang was full of interest: "Well, yes, yes, you can arrange it, I recently took the time to go to Chint Group to investigate the construction of corporate culture." ”
"Okay." Qiao Liang understood, and his heart was very happy, Xu Honggang could finally see Li Youwei in this way.
Two days later, Xu Honggang went to CHINT Group to investigate the construction of corporate culture.
went with Xu Honggang, in addition to Qiao Liang, there was also Ye Xinyi.
Qiao Liang was a little surprised by Ye Xinyi's peers, he didn't know why Xu Honggang arranged it like this, he should know that Ye Xinyi was cultivated by Wen Yuan, and Wen Yuan and Li Youwei were incompatible rivals.