Zhao Lan's family.

It has been eight or nine months since Zhao Lan helped Ma Dong prepare for the "New Year's Calligraphy, Painting and Photography Exhibition" in the township before the Spring Festival last year.

At this moment, she is standing in front of the washing machine that is "rattling".

Suddenly, a scaring voice came from behind her.

"Ah, scare me!" Zhao Lan looked back at Ma Dong, and was overjoyed, "Ma Dong, you go to the house and sit for a while, and I'll come after washing these." ”

Ma Dong put two plastic bags full of southern pears and Jufeng grapes, as well as two boxes of mooncakes, on a cabinet next to the wall of the outhouse, in fact, there is still a long time before the arrival of the Mid-Autumn Festival, but every time he sends gifts to Zhao Lan's family, he always has to find an excuse.

"You let the washing machine turn on its own." Ma Dong impatiently pulled Zhao Lan into the back room.

The weather in the autumn tiger is a very strange weather, it is very cool before eight o'clock in the morning, and the temperature will rise rapidly after this time.

The weather is getting hotter, and so is the work.

Zhao Lan took off her coat, and a pink shirt appeared in front of Ma Dong, his bright big eyes looked down Zhao Lan's white neck, and the faintly exposed pink bra made him breathe rapidly.

Ma Dong suddenly pressed Zhao Lan on the kang, and Zhao Lan took the initiative this time and accepted his wild kiss......

"Ma Dong, this is not good, before the two of us register, we must not do the things of husband and wife."

Zhao Lan pushed away the big hands that were unbuttoning her trouser belt, because she was worried about what would happen to the lonely man and widow, when she got up this morning, she replaced the flower skirt she usually wore with trousers.

"I love you so much, promise me, Zhao Lan!"

Zhao Lan sat up: "Ma Dong, I'll give it to you, but not now, please respect me, okay?" My mom is coming back from the market, and she says she's going to leave you home for lunch. ”

Although Ma Dong was horny and a little stupid, his expression was still calm: "Oh, it's still early at noon, so I won't wait for my aunt here." Zhao Lan, I have to go back, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself if I stay any longer, you are so beautiful. ”

"Ma Dong, I'm sorry." Zhao Lan was apologetic.

"Zhao Lan, let me kiss you again. Dear here, okay? Ma Dong pointed to Zhao Lan's plumpness with his finger.

Zhao Lan lowered her head.

"No, Ma Dong. If it goes on like this, something will happen, so let's go! ”

Zhao Lan panted and moved Ma Dong's head.

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"Horse clerks, horse clerks."

When Ma Dong returned to the village, he had to go to the mailroom to pick up the newspaper.

At this time, the old beard ran out of the mailroom.

There are two reasons why the old beard is grateful to Ma Dong.

First, because Ma Dong was tight-lipped, no one knew about the theft of the township government before the Spring Festival; Second, because of the Chinese New Year's Eve last year, Ma Dong was on duty for him, allowing him to stay with his youngest son who had not seen him for a long time.

The old beard always wanted to help Ma Dong in order to express his gratitude. However, since Ma Dong was assigned to the cultural station, it is difficult to see his shadow in the office building of the township government.

"Master Hu, do you have something to do with me?"

"Ma Wenwen, why can't I see you these days? I've kept all the newspapers for you these days. The old beard pulled the other party, "Come, come into the house and drink some water." ”

Ma Dong was really a little dry-mouthed, so he went into the mailroom with the old beard.

"Ma Wenwen, this is Secretary Tong... You see I'm used to it, this is the phone number of Minister Tong's office. The old beard handed a note with a phone number to Ma Dong.

While pouring tea for Ma Dong, Lao Hu Tou continued: "Minister Tong has been looking for you several times, and I haven't seen you after a few trips upstairs and downstairs. He gave me a phone number, said he would give it to you when he saw you, and said that you had his mobile phone number, and that you could call him. ”

Ma Dong took a sip of tea: "There are really a lot of bad things in the cultural station, and I have been running outside for the past few days." ”

"No wonder!" Lao Hutou knew that the cultural station didn't even have an office, so what could happen, but since Ma Dong didn't say anything, he couldn't break it.

"Wherever Ma Wen goes, the work of which department will improve. Oh, Minister Tong seems to be in a hurry to find you. ”

"Thank you, Master Hu, I'm leaving!"

"You're welcome? Well, it's the newspaper these days. The old beard handed over a stack of newspapers to the other party.

Ma Dong came out of the mailroom and immediately dialed Tong Da Fatzi's mobile phone.

"Minister Tong? Hello! It's rude to bother you on Sunday! "Ma Dong was very polite.

Tong Da Fat's voice: "It's okay, may I ask, who are you?" ”

"Minister Tong, it's me, your old subordinate, Ma Dong."

"Oh, pony, hello!"

"I heard that you are looking for me, what instructions do you have?" Ma Dong heard the sound of mahjong coming from the phone.

Tong Da Fat Man said: "What are the instructions?" A few days ago, Boss Zhong came and told me about your failure to join the group and your arrangement to the cultural station, she really cares about you! ”

"When she went to the township that day to run errands, she happened to run into me, and we talked about some things. Actually, I know that the one who cares about me the most is Minister Tong! ”

"That's right, I really care about you! I've been haunted by the fact that you didn't join the group. Let's not play false, long story short. A big series of activities will be held before the 'Eleventh' in the district. Hosted by the Propaganda Department and undertaken by the Cultural Affairs Bureau. The Cultural Affairs Bureau lacked manpower to help, so I thought of you and made a recommendation to the Cultural Affairs Bureau. ”

"Thank you, thank you, Minister Tong!"

"Don't thank me yet! Last Thursday, I saw Niu Jianguo, who had come to the district party committee to do business, and I told him that he wanted to transfer you to the Cultural Affairs Bureau to help, but he didn't seem to agree, because the township was preparing to reuse you. I see, you have to do the job of being surnamed Niu, if he doesn't let you go, the district can't be tough. ”

Last Thursday, Niu Jianguo, the newly promoted party secretary of Hongfu Township, who went to the district party committee, met his predecessor Tong Da Fat in the bathroom.

Tong Da Fat thought that Ma Dong would not be treated well in Niu Jianguo anyway, and it should be logical for him to be seconded to the district.

However, Niu Jianguo didn't think so, he thought that it was Ma Dong's "New Year's Calligraphy, Painting and Photography Exhibition" that allowed Tong Da Fat to have today's position. This surnamed Ma is really a noble man with a big fat man, if he is seconded to the district, and then he does something vigorous, the surname Tong will have to be promoted if he can't do it well, how can this be? Even if this is not the case, the more Tong Da Fat Man wants, the more he Niu Jianguo can't let anyone go.

So, Niu Jianguo told Tong Da Fat that the township also attaches great importance to the construction of spiritual civilization, and has arranged the capable and energetic Ma Dong to the cultural station, and the next step is to reuse him.

Tong Da Fat said in his heart, you surnamed Niu are just talking nonsense, you kid is drawing an arc with me here to do it.

However, Ma Dong is now Niu Jianguo's subordinate after all, so it is difficult to say anything.

Listening to Tong Da Fat Man say that he would let himself do Niu Jianguo's work, Ma Dong said: "Minister Tong, thank you very much for your recommendation." Having the opportunity to be by your side and to hear your teachings with my own ears is something I have always dreamed of. Rest assured, I will not try my best to try my best to help in the district. ”

"Pony, there are a lot of towns and villages that want to come to the Cultural Bureau to help, you have to hurry up and do the work surnamed Niu!"

"Okay, Minister Tong!"

Ma Dong heard the sound of "bang, bang, bang" code sign on the phone again, and hung up the phone.