After more than ten minutes, both of them were exhausted. Qin Yuming lay flat on her back with her hands raised up, pressing down on the quilt. Fang Zhicheng lay sideways, hiding under the quilt and looking at Qin Yuming carefully.
"Sister, it's cold outside. Why don't you come in? I've warmed you up inside." Fang Zhicheng reached out and touched Qin Yuming's shoulders, feeling the smoothness of her skin, and said seductively.
Qin Yuming didn't act on impulse after all. She shook her head, stretched out her jade finger and tapped Fang Zhicheng's nose, and whispered, "Where did you learn this trick? Although the bed is warm, it is not heaven, but it is very likely hell. I don't like the feeling of being worse off than dead."
Fang Zhicheng smiled bitterly, stretched out his two hands, held Qin Yuming's pretty face, and gently corrected: "It's not that life is worse than death, but that it's like dying in ecstasy."
Qin Yuming smiled, twisted her neck, and broke free from Fang Zhicheng's palm, and said with a smile: "You are not ready today, you are too tired, wait until you are ready next time, and then think about these bad things."
"I'm not tired!" Fang Zhicheng's face was dull, and he recalled his first failure awkwardly.
Qin Yuming sniffed and smiled, "I've been drinking. I'll consider it next time when I'm not drinking."
Last time, Fang Zhicheng drank too much and failed many times. Although their relationship developed later, it became a shadow in his heart for a time.
Qin Yuming turned around and rolled under the bed. She fumbled along the edge of the bed for a while and found her shoes. Then she was about to leave. Before she could react, she found a force holding her waist, and then her body collapsed like mud.
The temperature in the room suddenly rose by two degrees, the dim light turned red, and the walls were covered with tangled figures, with various sounds constantly changing...
After a long time, only the sound of heavy breathing remained.
The moonlight was like water, shining through the curtains onto the bed sheets. Fang Zhicheng looked at Qin Yuming who was sleeping soundly beside him, and thought about the dance academy. The dance academy's venue had been almost renovated, but the enrollment was not as smooth as he had imagined. Through the distribution of flyers by the gang of nails, they only recruited about thirty or forty people. If they wanted to make a name for themselves, they had to find another way.
Fang Zhicheng had already made up his mind to help Qin Yuming succeed in her business at all costs. This might be the best way to help her get out of her failed marriage completely.
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As the twelfth lunar month approached, the pace of work in the entire municipal party committee compound gradually slowed down. Everyone wanted to have a peaceful year, so the pace of the Standing Committee meetings also became much more brisk, and there were no more tit-for-tat and heated scenes like in the past.
In light of the frequent occurrence of this phenomenon at the end of the Chinese New Year every year, Song Wendi issued important instructions, focusing on two points. First, to properly handle the issue of wage arrears for migrant workers. The municipal government has opened a quick channel for reporting. Once the problem of wage arrears for migrant workers is discovered, they must be severely punished. The migrant workers in the city must have a prosperous New Year. Second, the issue of cadre integrity. Yinzhou City has had many projects and construction projects in recent years, and problems are prone to occur in many places. The Chinese New Year is an important time for the outside world to use sugar-coated bullets to corrupt cadres at all levels. The Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection has set up a special group, which must nip this unhealthy trend in the bud and ensure the integrity of the festival.
Fang Zhicheng sat in the corner, holding a pen and recording Song Wendi's words, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly. Holiday gift-giving is a commonplace issue. Song Wendi wants to focus on it, but that's impossible. Every year at the end of the year, not to mention those companies, just in the scope of lower-level departments to higher-level departments, many shocking things happen.
Among all the departments, the Municipal Finance Bureau is undoubtedly the one with the most money, because it controls the funds of all departments in the city for the coming year, so all departments at all levels will bribe them with gifts. Someone once reported that the son of a deputy director of a Finance Bureau received more than 100,000 yuan in New Year's money in a year.
After the meeting, Fang Zhicheng helped Song Wendi hold the teacup and followed him into the office. Seeing Fang Zhicheng was reluctant to leave, Song Wendi raised her eyebrows and asked, "What's up?"
Fang Zhicheng hesitated for a moment, took out a card from his pocket, and said innocently, "I received it yesterday, and I'm handing it over now!"
Song Wendi laughed unhappily, flipped the shopping card in her hand, rolled her eyes at Fang Zhicheng, and said mockingly, "A denomination of one thousand? I really don't think highly of it."
Fang Zhicheng chuckled twice and sighed, "I'm not trying to bribe you. I just don't know how to handle it."
Song Wendi stuffed the shopping card back and said softly, "Be careful about the degree and measure in everything, and that's all."
Fang Zhicheng knew that Song Wendi tacitly allowed him to accept such a gift, so he took the shopping card and smiled softly, "Tomorrow, I'll go to the supermarket and buy some fine tea to honor you."
Song Wendi glanced at Fang Zhicheng unhappily and asked, "What's your intention?"
Fang Zhicheng laughed softly and said, "Divide the spoils!"
Song Wendi was so angry that he laughed at Fang Zhicheng. He picked up a document and threw it at him. Fang Zhicheng reacted quickly and copied it in his hand, which made Song Wendi both angry and amused.
Song Wendi called Fang Zhicheng, walked to the bookcase, opened the safe, and said with a smile: "Try to avoid taking other people's things. If you don't have cigarettes in the future, come to me for them." After that, he squatted down, entered the password, opened the safe, took out a few packs of good cigarettes, and threw them to Fang Zhicheng.
Fang Zhicheng did not hide his excitement and sighed, "Boss, do you have any good wine? Bring me a bottle."
Song Wendi waved his hand and pretended to be angry, "You little bastard, don't be so ungrateful! You don't have a father-in-law, why do you need wine?"
Fang Zhicheng then joked with Song Wendi for a few more words and then left the inner room.
Tong Siqing's foot injury has long been healed, and now most of the office work has been taken over by her. Fang Zhicheng's pressure is gradually reduced and he can relax occasionally. Fang Zhicheng stuffed a cigarette into Tong Siqing's pocket and whispered, "I got it from the boss. One for Lao Li."
Tong Siqing squinted at Fang Zhicheng and said with a wry smile, "Others are trying to curry favor with the boss, but there are none like you who are trying to plunder the boss?"
Fang Zhicheng proudly snapped his fingers and said with an unfathomable chuckle: "This is called a willing fight and a willing beating..."
Tong Siqing saw Fang Zhicheng's mercenary smile, and she did not hide her contempt on her face, but she still admired Fang Zhicheng in her heart. The two had been working together for almost three months. Fang Zhicheng handled the problem very decisively and was highly valued by Song Wendi. Apart from her, who else could believe that Song Wendi, who was serious and meticulous to the outside world, would treat Fang Zhicheng like a close friend
Tong Siqing didn't refuse, she put the cigarette in her purse and said softly, "If you say so, then I'll take it. Old Li has been talking about it recently, asking you to come to my house when you are free."
Fang Zhicheng thought of Li Mingxue's pedantic mouth and said with a smile: "No need to go to your house. When I have time, I will book a restaurant and invite you and Lao Li to have dinner together."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cell phone on Fang Zhicheng's desk rang. It was Xie Yuxin calling. There was a dinner party at Qiu's house today and she wanted to urge him to get off work early. Lele snatched the phone and said in a coquettish voice, "Uncle Fang, you must not be late."
After Fang Zhicheng got off work, he went to the mall to buy a few toys that girls liked, and then went straight to Qiu's house. The air conditioner was on in the house. Xie Yuxin took off her coat and wore a tight bottoming shirt, which made her look graceful. When she opened the door, she found that Fang Zhicheng's eyes were lowered to a place where they shouldn't be, and frowned and said, "Damn thing, where are you looking?"
Chapter 0108: The complicated thoughts of women
"Xiao Fang, hurry up and eat some fruit first." Xie Fang saw Fang Zhicheng coming, with a smile on her face. She took Lele's toys from him and saw that he had bought some supplements for her. She sighed, "I've told you many times that next time you come to eat, don't bring anything. It's a waste of money."
Xie Fang secretly glanced at Fang Zhicheng, then at Xie Yuxin, and the more she looked at them, the more she felt that they were a perfect match. Clothes make the man, and Fang Zhicheng's image has changed a lot in the past six months since he started working. At first glance, he just looked tall and thin, but now he is dressed in a suit and has a more mature and elegant connotation, making him look more energetic and handsome.
Fang Zhicheng waved his hand and smiled modestly, "How can I feel good if I always come here empty-handed?"
Xie Fang came close to Fang Zhicheng and smiled softly, "What's there to be embarrassed about? I have long regarded you as my own brother."
Fang Zhicheng felt a pang of sadness when he saw Xie Fang's sincerity. He sighed and said, "Sister Fang, thank you for looking at me differently."