Luo Polu followed Lao Luo and slowly walked out of the study room. Luo Jingyu and his sister and Luo Chaoyang walked out of the living room one after another, with a complicated expression.

The old man was determined to "accept" Luo Polu's return, and no one could shake or change his decision.

In the restaurant, Mrs. Luo was directing several daughters-in-law to hold the family banquet with the nanny at home, which was also the arrangement of Mr. Luo.

Lao Luo Chenning's eyes swept over his eldest son Luo Jingyu and second son Luo Chengfei, and finally settled on the face of the young girl Luo Xiujuan. Seeing that she was still looking "not embarrassed" in her expression, Lao Luo raised his lips and waved his hand indifferently, "Today, Polu will go home, let's have dinner together. Jingyu, go and open two bottles of wine!"

"Okay, dad." Luo Jingyu quickly responded and went to get the wine.

Fei Hong had time to come over from the restaurant, looked at Luo Polu with a smile on his face and said, "Hello, second brother."

Luo Polu turned around and smiled slightly, "Hello."

He didn't know Fei Hong. When he ran away from the Luo family, Luo Jingyu was still unmarried. Luo Chaoyang quickly smiled and introduced: "Polu, this is Jingyu's wife Fei Hong."

Luo Polu nodded, and he was suspicious.

Luo Jingyu and his sister did not respond at all to their arrival. Luo Chengfei and Luo Xiujuan were standing not far away and didn't even say hello. Instead, Luo Jingyu's wife came over and seemed extremely enthusiastic.

But Fei Hong's enthusiastic "greetings" made Luo Polu suddenly realize, remembering that his son had mentioned to him that he had cured Luo Jingyu's illness.

"Second brother, why didn't this child come back with you? This child has good medical skills. He left after half of his treatment last time..."

Luo Polu looked at Fei Hong, and replied calmly: "Don't worry, brother and sister-in-law, I'll ask him to come over to treat Jingyu as soon as possible."

Ahem!

Luo Jingyu's face turned slightly red, and he cleared his throat behind his wife. Fei Hong let him go, and Luo Jingyu walked up to him. He still reached out and held Luo Polu, greeted him, and shouted "Second Brother", which was a full greeting.

When Mr. Luo was in front of him, as Mr. Luo’s eldest son, no matter how rejected Luo Polu was in his heart or how much resentful he was towards Luo Polu, he had to take the lead and follow the old man’s instructions.

Since Luo Jingyu took the lead, Luo Chengfei came over to shake hands and greet Luo Polu. In the end, Luo Xiujuan had to reluctantly smile at Luo Polu under the gaze of the whole family, passed by him, and went straight to sit at the dining table.

Lao Duan Luo sat in the center and saw that the younger generations were sitting down, then raised his glass and said in a low voice: "Okay, today's family dinner, I will talk a few words first. You four brothers and two sisters, basically I have grown up since I was a child... Today, Polu came home, so today is another reunion banquet."

"After a while, starting from the rising sun, you brothers bring a glass of wine one by one. Before drinking, I need to reiterate: we are a family, breaking bones and tendons, and blood is thicker than water."

When Mr. Luo said this, he became serious and depressed. Luo Jingyu and his sister knew that the old man was a warning to him, but although he was slightly dissatisfied, he was still trained with sternness.

Since the old man's words were put on the table, if anyone violated them, he would definitely face the anger of Lao Lei Ting.

...

When the Luo family was preparing a family dinner in the capital, Luo Zhiyuan rushed to the municipal party committee compound. The Anbei Municipal Party Committee and the Anbei Municipal Government have two systems, not in the same office, but they are both on the same Hongqi Avenue. The municipal government is on Hongqi East Road, while the municipal party committee is on Hongqi West Road.

Luo Zhiyuan first went to An Zhiru's office, and then walked to Deng Ninglin's office by An Zhiru. Without An Zhiru's "leading the way", it would be difficult for him to see the high-ranking secretary of the municipal party committee.

In the corridor, I met Zhang Xiaoyu, the director of the Textile Bureau. Deng Ning Lingang and Zhang Xiaoyu talked about business, but it was probably the mess of the "Sanmao" factory. The Textile Bureau is the superior competent department of a state-owned textile enterprise. Some decisions in the city need to be implemented through the Textile Bureau.

Zhang Xiaoyu is not tall, has big ears and a gentle smile on his face. He laughs before he hears his voice. He is also a sleek person. He is nicknamed "tofu fish". He is a famous good man. He is also a strange person among county and department-level cadres in Anbei City.

"Secretary General An, hello!" Zhang Xiaoyu's face had a strong smile and he shook hands with An Zhiru enthusiastically for greetings, but his squinting eyes kept looking at Luo Zhiyuan standing beside An Zhiru.

"Secretary General An, when will you have time to go to our bureau to inspect and guide the work, and also give our bureau a chance to learn from the superiors."

"Director Zhang is so polite." An Zhiru smiled, "I will definitely go if I have time!"

"What is this?" Zhang Xiaoyu laughed, let go of An Zhiru's hand, and looked at Luo Zhiyuan seriously.

"Hello, Director Zhang, my name is Luo Zhiyuan. I work in Anbei Daily. Just call me Xiao Luo." Luo Zhiyuan took the initiative to say hello to Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes flashed for a moment, and the smile on his face remained the same. He shook hands with Luo Zhiyuan before saying goodbye to leave.

When he walked to the entrance of the stairs, Zhang Xiaoyu subconsciously glanced back and saw An Zhiru and Luo Zhiyuan entering Deng Ninglin's office one by one.

...

Deng Ninglin put his hands on his hips and slowly moved his body in the office. Turning his head and seeing An Zhiru bringing Luo Zhiyuan into the door, Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Xiao Luo, I have been waiting for you for a long time! Tell me what happened to my waist. I have started to feel uncomfortable these two days, and I always feel sore and weak!"

Luo Zhiyuan smiled and strode forward, "Secretary Deng, you--"

Luo Zhiyuan looked around and saw a long leather sofa in the office. He smiled and pointed at the sofa, "Secretary Deng, lie down and let me see."

Deng Ninglin was not polite, and took off her coat and lay on the sofa in her shirt, with her back facing up. Luo Zhiyuan reached out and pinched his waist. Deng Ninglin let out a hissing moan.

"How is it? Zhiyuan, is it a recurrence of an old disease or..." An Zhiru asked softly.

Luo Zhiyuan did not answer immediately, but continued to pinch along Deng Ninglin's waist, and the force gradually increased, and Deng's moans became even louder.

After a long time, Luo Zhiyuan got up and breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Uncle An, Secretary Deng is not recurring an old disease, but a simple lumbar muscle strain. I think it must be because of overwork recently - Secretary Deng, now I am a doctor, I must remind you a few words: If you don't pay attention to rest, don't say it's me, even Hua Tuo will be powerless even if he is born again."

"Secretary Deng is too tired and has too many things to do..." An Zhiru sighed, "Zhiyuan, hurry up and give Secretary Deng acupuncture to relieve it."

Luo Zhiyuan nodded, "Secretary Deng, don't move first, I'll take the needle!"

Deng Ning leaned on the sofa and laughed: "I just want to keep you working with you with your medical skills. This is equivalent to hiring a free health care doctor! Zhiru, do you think this is the case?"

An Zhiru smiled and said, "Yes, Secretary Deng - Zhiyuan, you should think carefully after you go back. Working with Secretary Deng is not something that anyone can come if you want. This is Secretary Deng’s trust in you!"

Luo Zhiyuan smiled and said nothing. He had explained this issue to Deng Ninglin, so there was no need to talk about it. He took out the golden needle and started to put it in.

Unlike before, when this time, Deng Ninglin obviously felt the pain in the lower needle when applying the needle. Deng Ninglin frowned and said, "Xiao Luo, it seems to be a little painful this time!"

Luo Zhiyuan smiled, "It won't hurt soon, Secretary Deng. I'll stimulate the muscles and nerves around the acupoints first."

While he was talking, the door of Dunning's office was knocked on.

An Zhiru hesitated for a moment and leaned over to look at Deng Ninglin.

Deng Ninglin waved his hand with a calm face.
Chapter completed!