Ma Dong and Zhao Lan lied.

Yesterday afternoon, the Cultural Affairs Bureau held a farewell party for the people who came to help.

The reason why he didn't go back to the township with Zhao Lan was because he was going to meet Dong Qin in the evening. After the meeting yesterday, Dong Qin asked him to go to her office.

Dong Qin told Ma Dong that her daughter was going to have a holiday on October 1st and would come back on the 30th. He understood what Dong Qin meant, and said that he would meet her when the summary and commendation meeting of the whole district was held.

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"Ma Dong, you're here, I've got dinner ready, I'm hungry." The beautiful director opened the door of the house and welcomed Ma Dong in.

"I'm 'hungry', you're 'hungry' than me." Ma Dongse's squinting gaze swept up and down Dong Qin's body.

Dong Qin was dressed very naked, and knew that there would be several waves of pleasure attacking him tonight, so he had already prepared.

"Ma Dong, this is the sea cucumber millet soup I made for you."

Dong Qin hurts people more than Zhong Man.

As soon as Zhong Man saw Ma Dong, he invited him to a restaurant for a big meal, while Dong Qin made more delicious food for him at home to replenish his strength.

"My big director, you still give me sea cucumbers for our 'big guy'? You're not afraid of me......"

"I'm not afraid! Just like you, the more energetic the better! Didn't you see me dressed up so sexy for you? Dong Qin put the sea cucumber cup on the table, "Eat, eat more, I'll make you a few." ”

Dong Qin sat on Ma Dong's lap and fed sea cucumbers to his mouth.

"Have you eaten?"

"What time is it? I don't eat, I don't starve to death. ”

"I also want to come early, isn't it afraid of being bumped into. In a moment, I'll 'feed' you. ”

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"My Grand Director, has my stay in the bureau been decided?" During the truce, Ma Dong asked.

"After going to work, the team will discuss it, the candidates have been decided, they are you, Qian Xin from Liuxi Town, and Song Zhigang from Liujiabao Town."

"Doesn't the Cultural Affairs Bureau need two people, how can there be three candidates?"

Dong Qin said while peeling apples for Ma Dong: "Now everything is about merit-based employment, but it's just a formality, don't worry, he ranks first among the three candidates." ”

Listening to Dong Qin's tone, his stay in the Cultural Bureau is already nine out of ten.

Ma Dong snickered: "You mean, 'The man grabs that in the crotch of his pants - holding the handle'!" ”

"Huh... Ha..."After listening to Ma Dong's words, Dong Qin laughed happily, "What kind of word are you!" ”

"Isn't it appropriate?" Ma Dong's left hand used force.

"Appropriate, appropriate!" Dong Qin leaned into Ma Dong's arms.

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Ma Dong couldn't be idle easily.

Huang Lili knew that he was on vacation, so of course she wouldn't let him go.

Only Zhong Man felt a little regretful and called Ma Dong to say that she was going to Binhai City to visit her son who was studying at the aristocratic school, Maple Leaf School, during the vacation, so she couldn't see him.

This holiday, Ma Dong had a very pleasant time.

After taking care of Dong Qin and Huang Lili before the holiday, he put all his thoughts on Zhao Lan, and Zhao Lan, who never let him succeed, is the god of beauty in his mind.

Compared with the three demonic women, Zhao Lan's innocence is Ma Dong's expectation, although Zhao Lan still hasn't crossed the thunder pool half a step, but Ma Dong can feel her enthusiasm for herself.

Zhao Lan's parents heard that their future son-in-law was about to be transferred to work in the district, and they were even more enthusiastic about him, and Ma Dong was naturally proud.

Ma Dong, who originally didn't come to Hongfu Township very often, came here every day to report after the "October 1st" holiday, and the news that he would be transferred to the district had already spread here.

Those who used to look down on him began to nod their heads when they saw him.

On the Wednesday afternoon of the second week after work, the old ~ Hu Tou in the mailroom called Ma Dong, who was lying on his bed reading the newspaper, to answer the phone, saying that a person surnamed Zheng from the District Cultural Bureau called.

When Ma Dong heard this, he excitedly jumped out of bed and into the ground, and he knew that it was Zheng Minghui, director of the Office of the Cultural Affairs Bureau, who called.

Due to the small number of personnel, the Cultural Affairs Bureau does not have a separate personnel department, and the relevant work is handled by the office.

"Hello, Director Zheng! I'm Ma Dong. "The voice is clear and high-pitched.

"Ma Dong, let me tell you..."

As soon as Zheng Huiming on the phone finished speaking, Ma Dong was stunned.

Zheng Minghui said that the Cultural Affairs Bureau only left Qian Xin, the head of the Liuxi Zhenhua station, one of the three candidates.

"Ma Wenwen, what's wrong with you?" The old ~ bearded head asked the stunned Ma Dong.

"No, not really."

On Ma Dong's handsome face, a smile has been replaced by a sad expression.

On Sunday, it coincides with the frost fall in the 24 solar terms.

Ma Dong's mood was also like a layer of cold autumn frost, and the coldness in the room added to his sorrow, and the thick quilt failed to bring him a trace of warmth.

He tossed and turned in bed, unable to figure it out anyway, thinking that as long as the Cultural Affairs Bureau kept one person, it should be himself.

Because Tong Da Fat, a member of the Standing Committee of the District Party Committee, spoke for him, and Dong Qin, the beautiful deputy director of the Cultural Bureau, strongly recommended him to stay. What's more, on the night of September 29th, he asked Dong Qin to satisfy several times, but she agreed.

The Cultural Affairs Bureau was supposed to keep two people, but why did it keep only one?