In the second half of the night, Su Xiaohong was really sleepy and finally closed her eyes and fell asleep in a drowsy way.

It was not until after ten o'clock in the morning that she suddenly woke up from her dream, turned over and sat up, touched her body in horror, then breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back, lay softly on the bed, looking at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and stared blankly.

Last night, after falling asleep, Su Xiaohong had an absurd spring dream. In the extremely long dream, she became unlucky and was crazy about a strange man.

The two of them used various strange postures. She shouted indulgently under the man's body, and was sent outside the sky by the man's powerful sprint. The heart-wrenching sound seemed to be still echoing in her ears, making her feel a fever on her face.

Su Xiaohong reached out and touched the pillow and placed it on her face. After a while, she sighed and sat up again. She reached out and took off her wet panties, blushed into the bathroom, took off her clothes, stood naked in front of the mirror, looking at the white face in the mirror, the two red glows rising up were so embarrassed that she felt a little guilty and a hint of unspeakable loss.

After standing silent for a while, she walked to the wall and stood, put on the shower cap, turned on the knob of the water heater, and the warm water line quickly poured out of the nozzle, like a fine fishing net, wrapping her soft and smooth body.

Su Xiaohong closed her eyes, wiped her body absent-mindedly, and thought to herself: "Secretary Wang didn't come last night. He probably didn't find the room card in the book. This is a thankful thing, but how should I get the room card back?"

Thinking of Wang Siyu's handsome and majestic face, Su Xiaohong felt a little embarrassed again. After taking a shower, she lay in the bathtub, her mind was messy.

In fact, she had realized a long time ago that she had an indescribable affection for the young secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission. Whenever she saw him walking back to the hotel with a kind smile, she would always feel a little inexplicably happy.

Just when she thought of the beautiful mayor upstairs, she felt ashamed of herself. The feeling was strange, but it was heavy in her heart and could not be driven away.

Originally, Zhao Lianyong wanted to hand over the materials himself, but Su Xiaohong volunteered to complete this important task for him. She glanced at Zhou Yuan and carefully prepared a dance party, hoping to invite Secretary Wang to attend, but unexpectedly, she was flatly rejected, which really hurt her self-esteem.

However, by any means, she made the wrong mistake of the bank card that had been deposited for 20,000 yuan and put a room card in the pages of the book. This negligence caused an embarrassing situation in front of her.

Su Xiaohong rubbed her white and tender breasts with her hands, feeling that she was so ashamed that she was dying of shame. The current situation was a bit difficult, and it was not as good as changing rooms. It was even more inappropriate to go back to the room card. Perhaps, she could only let it go. If he really had that kind of idea, he would have to make the mistake.

With a nervous mood, Su Xiaohong took a shower, changed into clean clothes, pushed the door and walked out, and came to the floor service desk. The waitress on duty stood up respectfully, handed over a copy of "The Unbearable Lightness of Life", and whispered: "Hello, Manager Su, this is what Secretary Wang put here. He said yesterday afternoon, you were negligent and left the book there."

Su Xiaohong was slightly stunned. She took the book but did not open it. Instead, she stretched out her right hand unnaturally, put her hair in a tight expression and said: "Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome, Manager Su." The waitress smiled slightly, pulled the chair and sat down.

Su Xiaohong glanced at her and said curiously: "Xiao Liu, it seems that there have been people walking around in the corridor last night. Do you know who it is?"

The waitress was stunned and shook her head and said, "I don't know. It's Swallow on duty tonight. I'll go back and ask."

"Forget it." Su Xiaohong waved her hand, shook her head and walked forward. After walking a few meters away, she stopped and looked back. Seeing that there was no strange expression on the waiter's face, she felt relieved. She quickly went downstairs and came to the restaurant, sat at the window, placed the book on the table, and gently opened it, but found a note in the pages.

I took out the note and looked closely, but saw a line of strong and powerful pen words written on it: "The book is very beautiful, and I was very inspired after reading it. Thank you, Manager Su. In addition, I picked up a room card in the corridor last night and handed it over to the on-duty manager, Wang Siyu."

Su Xiaohong looked silently for a while, closed the book, picked up the coffee, took a sip, turned to look out the window, and murmured: "Secretary Wang, what a rare good man."

"Ah snee!" Wang Siyu stood beside the *** sign and sneeze for no reason. He reached out and rubbed his slightly sore nose, walked down the dam along the steps, came to the shore, looking at the vast water surface ahead, but in his mind, he was still thinking about the contents of the book.

This was his first time to come into contact with Milan Kundera's works. After reading them, he felt a lot of emotion. There are too many things in his life, which seem as light as a feather, but in fact it is unbearable.

Thinking of the "Code of Affair" created by the protagonist Thomas, Wang Siyu couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head. Su Xiaohong gave this book and put a room card in the book. It must have been a bit of thought, so it was naturally a deliberate seduction.

Although Su Xiaohong is just a medium-sized person, she is very feminine, especially the elegant style of a white-collar young woman, which also made Wang Siyu feel a little moved. However, after hesitating, he still gave up this rare opportunity.

The reason is very simple. Although Wang Siyu is keen on affair, he doesn't like that kind of naked deal, which makes him feel bored. After thinking for a while, he bent down and picked up a stone and threw it away. The stone flew across the water, stirring up a series of beautiful splashes.

Wang Siyu clapped his hands and jogged along the riverside, browsing the beautiful scenery of Minjiang. He was in a good mood for a while and came to an abandoned arch bridge. Wang Siyu sat on the stone pier for a while, chatted with a middle-aged man who was fishing for a few minutes before he was a little excited and slowly returned to the hotel.

Half an hour later, he received a call from Ma Shangfeng, deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, to ask him to have dinner outside. Although he had a bad impression of this person, out of politeness, Wang Siyu agreed readily.

After hanging up the phone, he put on a suit and thought to himself that Deputy Secretary Ma must be a real lobbyist, representing Li Chen to win over him. At this critical moment, his attitude may affect the development of the situation. Li Chen naturally would not take it lightly, but tried every means to extend an olive branch.

Wang Siyu smiled faintly, turned around and walked out, went downstairs and got into the Audi car, and drove towards the agreed Wangjiang Hotel. The Audi car was parked at the entrance of the hotel. The owner of the hotel brought the lobby manager to greet him.

After a few people exchanged greetings at the door, the lobby manager led Wang Siyu into the elevator and came to the luxurious private room on the ninth floor. After entering the room, he saw that Ma Shangfeng was the only one in the private room. He was wearing a brown casual outfit and was sitting leisurely on the sofa drinking tea.

Wang Siyu looked at him in surprise and said with a smile: "Secretary Ma, there are fewer people in two people drinking, right?"

Ma Shangfeng hurriedly got up, quickly came over, shook his hands, and said with a smile: "It's better to have fewer people, but if there are too many people, it will lose its meaning. Just the two of us can have a better chat."

Wang Siyu nodded with a smile, took off his suit, hung it on the hanger, rolled up his cuffs, walked to the table and sat down, and said quietly: "Secretary Ma, I look good recently, it seems like there is a happy event?"

Ma Shangfeng smiled and waved his hand, sighed, "There are no happy events, there are many troubles. You have also seen that the situation in Minjiang is very complicated!"

Wang Siyu smiled, picked up the cup, blew it gently, and said implicitly: "Secretary Ma, as long as Mayor Li is willing to wait a little longer, there may not be so much trouble."

Ma Shangfeng smiled faintly, called the waiter, ordered the food, took out a pack of cigarettes and placed it on the dining table, hugged his shoulders, and whispered: "Even if he is willing to wait, the superiors will not agree. They all say that people are in the world and cannot help themselves. In fact, the officialdom is no exception, it is a place of misfortune."

Wang Siyu frowned, looked at him suspiciously, and said in discomfort: "Secretary Ma, why did you say this?"

Ma Shangfeng narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Just a little bit of emotion. If you can sit in our position, you will naturally be chess players and have the qualifications to play chess. But from the above, it seems that it is a chess piece. Every step you take must reflect the leader's intentions, otherwise the chessboard will be messed up."

Wang Siyu took a sip of tea and said lightly: "Secretary Ma, isn't it messy now?"

Ma Shangfeng shook his head gently and thought, "No chaos, everything is developing in the predetermined direction, but the pace is faster, which will inevitably make people feel anxious."

Wang Siyu lit a cigarette, frowned and took a sip, spitting out the cigarette ring, and said bluntly: "Since we arrived in Minjiang, we have always felt very passive. The cadres here are unhappy and they have to tie their hands and feet when doing things. The internal friction is too great, which is very troublesome."

Ma Shangfeng sighed, rubbed his hair, and said with a serious expression: "Yes, the problem you are talking about does exist, but it's too soon. Maybe it won't take long to make Minjiang really peaceful. At that time, we should seize the opportunity and get the work done as soon as possible. The good situation is hard to come by."

Wang Siyu nodded. When he saw the waitress wearing a blue cheongsam pushing the door in, he didn't say anything. Until the food and food on the table were all served, the waiter carefully stepped out, he smiled, snatched the cigarette, threw it into the ashtray, frowned and said, "I hope, from the current situation, it's not optimistic."

Ma Shangfeng touched the bottle, poured the wine, and said with a smile: "Secretary Wang, you must have confidence. What did you say? The future is bright and the road is tortuous. With a vibrant leading cadre like you, Minjiang will definitely be able to do a good job."

Wang Siyu picked up the wine glass and said humbly: "Secretary Ma, you have been awarded for the prize. Come on, let's clink the glasses!"

Ma Shangfeng smiled, drank the wine in the glass, touched the chopsticks, picked up the dish, and said slowly: "Secretary Wang, to be honest, I see all the work you have done in Minjiang. From solving the long-standing problems of Minjiang Heavy Machinery Factory, to tackling Tian Hongye of the Discipline Inspection Commission, to anti-corruption and integrity work, and now rectifying the industry atmosphere and strengthening the soft environment construction of Minjiang City, I really appreciate your super work ability and decisive style of work."

Wang Siyu smiled faintly, filled the wine in the glass, shook his head and said, "Secretary Ma, if you continue to praise this, I will be drunk before I drink much wine."

Ma Shangfeng covered the cup with his hand and said with a smile: "Secretary Wang, you have a lot of money. Drink more. I have limited alcohol tolerance and can only accompany you slowly."

Wang Siyu touched the cup, took a big sip, touched the chopsticks, picked up the fish and sent it to his mouth, and said calmly: "Secretary Ma, this time I came to me, aren't I just giving me a high hat?"

Ma Shangfeng put down his wine glass, sat upright on the leather chair, rubbed his hair, and said with a smile: "Secretary Wang, I also bring a low hat, I'm afraid you don't like it."

Wang Siyu pulled out a tissue, wiped the corner of his mouth, and smiled and said, "Please speak."

Ma Shangfeng narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "The way of being an official is to judge the situation, be good at everything, and be good at dancing, and be clever in dealing with all forces. In this regard, Secretary Wang still lacks the flaws and often acts in a voluntary manner and is not so experienced enough. That is a taboo for being an official."

Wang Siyu glanced at him and said lightly: "Secretary Ma criticized it correctly, but I have my own principles and don't like to do things against my will. Moreover, what you just said is actually mostly the rules of the old officialdom. I think that the officialdom should break the old customs and habits and create a new trend in a generation. Otherwise, most of the cadres we promote are worldly officials who are sophisticated, who practice the skills of flattery and shirk responsibility to the extreme. They only stare at the official hat and have no ordinary people in their hearts. It's better not to have such an official!"

Ma Shangfeng was stunned for a while before scratching his hair awkwardly, waved his hand and smiled, "It turns out that you can't give him a low hat. Secretary Wang, I didn't say anything just now."

Wang Siyu smiled slightly and raised his glass and said, "Secretary Ma, thank you for your teaching just now. I should learn humbly. After all, what you are talking about is a true portrayal of the domestic officialdom. The discussion I just talked about was just a complaint."

Ma Shangfeng sighed and raised his glass and said, "Secretary Wang, your complaints are very good. I also hope that one day, officials do not need to wear masks to work, ignore the unspoken rules of the officialdom, but let go of their hands and feet to do their careers. If that is the case, even if we work harder, we will feel at ease."

Wang Siyu smiled and clinked the cup with him. Both of them drank it all. After putting down the cup, they avoided the official content and started chatting with some relaxed jokes.

Ma Shangfeng was extremely talkative and always led the topic, telling the customs and customs of Minjiang vividly. Wang Siyu listened with great pleasure and laughed knowingly from time to time.
Chapter completed!