Qin Yuming blew his trousers dry, then picked up Fang Zhicheng's shorts and blew them for a while.
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "Sister, how about I do it myself?"
Qin Yuming waved her hand and said with a smile: "Why, are you still shy? It's not like I haven't helped you wash clothes before."
After Qin Yuming said this, Fang Zhicheng suddenly felt like he was seen through. He raised his head and glanced at Qin Yuming, only to see that she was only wearing pajamas. The fabric of the pajamas was as smooth as silk, and her slender waist, which could not be grasped with one hand, was vaguely visible. The pajamas were not very long, and her white and tender legs below the knees were fully exposed. Following the soft lines, her toes were like jade pendants, exuding a charming flavor.
Fang Zhicheng didn't dare to continue watching. He chuckled and said, "You were immature at that time. Now I'm an adult. How can I still ask you to help me wash clothes?"
Qin Yuming smiled slightly, turned his underwear inside out, propped up the top of his briefs with his left hand, and quickly swept the hair dryer with his right hand, saying, "In my eyes, you will always be a little brat who never grows up."
The dormitory was a tube building, divided into two rooms, inside and outside. Qin Yuming saw that the underwear was almost blown away, so she threw it to Fang Zhicheng, then took a pack of cold granules from the drawer, and went to the outer room to make it. Fang Zhicheng fumbled in the bedding for a while, and finally put on his underwear. At this time, Qin Yuming was holding a cup of brown medicine soup and placed it on the bedside table. Qin Yuming looked up at the window. It was still raining outside, and sighed: "You must have been wet just now, and you sneezed several times. Hurry up and drink the medicine to prevent a cold."
Fang Zhicheng's eyes fell on Qin Yuming and found that Qin Yuming had changed her clothes and was dressed very simply. After noticing the details, he felt his breathing heavy and his mouth dry, so he held the medicine soup and gulped it down. He drank it all in just a few sips, as if it was a good medicine to quench his thirst.
After another hour or two, Qin Yuming's expression became solemn. She looked up at the alarm clock. It was already past ten o'clock, and the rain outside showed no sign of abating. Did she really have to leave Fang Zhicheng in the dormitory
Qin Yuming quickly denied this horrible idea. Although the teachers' dormitory was relatively open and there were several couples living on this floor, Qin Yuming did not want to give people a chance to talk about her being alone in the dormitory with Fang Zhicheng.
Fang Zhicheng seemed to guess what Qin Yuming was thinking, and whispered, "Sister, how about I leave now? The clothes are already dry. If it's any later, the gate downstairs will be closed, right?"
"But it's still raining heavily outside. I'm worried if you go there now." Qin Yuming was in a very tangled state of mind. Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind and she smiled and said, "I have an idea. You can stay at my place today!"
Fang Zhicheng showed a mixture of surprise and joy on his face, and said in disbelief: "Is it possible? It won't affect my reputation, right?"
Qin Yuming knew that Fang Zhicheng had misunderstood, and cursed: "Don't let your imagination run wild. Xu Jiao should also be staying in the dormitory today. I will live with her for the night. As for you, stay in my room. Remember not to walk around, or I will not forgive you."
Fang Zhicheng did not hide his disappointment and said with a wry smile: "So this is the method?"
Qin Yuming smiled and said, "What else?"
"I thought you wanted to come with me..." Fang Zhicheng said softly. He mustered up the courage to speak out this possibility to test whether there was any room for maneuver.
"Go to hell!" Qin Yuming twisted her eyebrows together and cursed with a smile, "If it's still not enough, get out now. Who cares if you become a drowned chicken?"
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "As you say, I'll stay here. If I can't sleep in the middle of the night, I can go back to my room and we can have a good chat about life and our ideals."
Qin Yuming saw Fang Zhicheng teasing her on purpose, so she raised her fist and tapped Fang Zhicheng on the shoulder, then smiled and said, "If you are bored and lonely, I can consider letting Xu Jiao come to accompany you!"
Fang Zhicheng always felt embarrassed when he heard Xu Jiao's name. He smiled bitterly and said, "Sister, I was wrong. I'd better accompany myself."
Chapter 0053 The economic system must be fair
After Qin Yuming left the dormitory, Fang Zhicheng lay on the bed, feeling his body getting slightly hot and angry, so he kicked off the thin quilt and lay on the 1.2-meter-wide small bed in the shape of a "Tai". There was a constant sound of rain outside, so Fang Zhicheng simply stood up and walked to the window to enjoy the rain. There was no thunder anymore, but the lightning was tearing the sky apart, making people tremble slightly.
Suddenly, the whole dormitory building cried out in surprise. Because of the thunderstorm, the power in the building tripped and the whole building went dark. As a result, Fang Zhicheng felt that his heart had calmed down for a long time. His phone suddenly vibrated. Qin Yuming sent him a text message, telling him that the candle was in the cabinet under the TV. Fang Zhicheng followed the dim light of the phone screen, opened the drawer, picked out the candle, and then found a lighter in his trouser pocket. When he found that it could light a fire, he lit the candle.
Fang Zhicheng thought about it and sent a text message to Qin Yuming, "I found the candles. Do you need them?"
Qin Yuming quickly replied, "No need, we're going to bed now, you should get some rest too."
Fang Zhicheng sighed, holding a candle, and groped in the dim dormitory. He suddenly felt that exploring the place where Qin Yuming lived every day in the dark seemed a little perverted, but at the same time it was fresh and exciting.
Everyone has their own privacy. For example, there are some clothes in Qin Yuming's wardrobe that she doesn't usually wear. Most of these clothes are exposed and bold. Fang Zhicheng flashed a scene in front of his eyes, thinking about Qin Yuming putting these clothes on and admiring herself in the mirror.
Fang Zhicheng then began to open the cabinets in the middle of the closet. Qin Yuming was a woman who loved to organize. Brooches, jewelry, and cosmetics were all stored in their own place, in an orderly and clear hierarchy. In the third cabinet, Fang Zhicheng suddenly found a notebook with a brown cover. He hesitated for a moment and then opened it.
Qin Yuming had secretly read the "Secret Love Diary" she wrote on the computer before. Even if Fang Zhicheng discovered her secret things, he would not feel guilty.
However, to his disappointment, the brown notebook did not contain any stories related to himself, but instead contained some random prose quotations or famous sayings.
Qin Yuming's notes are beautiful and elegant, just like herself, like a weeping willow by the lake, elegant and restrained.
Fang Zhicheng read a few pages - "When spring comes, flowers will bloom! If you have experienced winter, then you will have spring! If you have faith, then spring will definitely be far away; if you are paying, then one day you will have a garden full of flowers."
He thought for a moment, took out a pen from his bag, and added, "Flowers are always looking forward to the arrival of spring, but they never thought that only by forgetting winter can they embrace spring. Spring is always approaching you, when can you leave winter behind?"
After saying this, he carefully put the notebook away, thinking that if Qin Yuming saw these words one day, she would probably be shocked.
Fang Zhicheng was in a daze all night. He always felt that someone would push open the door outside, and then a pretty figure would sway, slip, and sneak into his arms. But it was just wishful thinking. At about 5:30, he was awakened by a knock on the door. At Qin Yuming's urging, he was ruthlessly driven out of the teachers' dormitory building.
Fang Zhicheng hurried back home, changed into a clean set of clothes, ate a bowl of fried noodles with red pepper and shredded pork at a stall at the entrance of the community, and then hurried to the municipal party committee compound. The security guard of the compound saw that Fang Zhicheng had arrived early, so he greeted him. Fang Zhicheng exchanged a few words with him, went upstairs to clean up, and then picked up a speech manuscript, took a red pen, and frowned to correct it.
The secretary of the municipal party committee usually does not need to write the speech personally when the party secretary attends an event. Instead, the event organizer drafts the speech, which is then polished by the secretariat of the committee office. After confirming that there are no problems, it is basically finalized when it is handed to the secretary of the municipal party committee secretary.
After reading the manuscript twice, Fang Zhicheng gave some revision suggestions for a few places. The same meaning, after adjustment, is more suitable for Song Wendi's speaking style. Every leader has his own expression habits. Fang Zhicheng has carefully studied Song Wendi's speeches in public. His thoughts and logic are very clear. He likes to speak with facts, quoting classics, elegant and connotative, and does not like to use empty words. Therefore, Fang Zhicheng usually adds some connotative fables in his speeches to add a sense of hierarchy to the speeches.
After half an hour of hard work, he finally prepared the speech. Just as he put down his pen, Song Wendi walked in slowly. Fang Zhicheng stood up to make tea for him, and then brought in the speech and today's newspaper.
The newspapers have been edited, for example, advertisements and supplements, which Song Wendi never reads. The first thing Fang Zhicheng does when he gets the newspaper every day is to pick out all these pages. This is a job he does consciously. Song Wendi was a little surprised at first and once asked Fang Zhicheng why the newspaper was so thin. Fang Zhicheng explained that he would filter it first. After thinking about it, Song Wendi acquiesced.
Being a secretary is not a simple job. It is not a role of accepting instructions from the leader and being ordered around. Fang Zhicheng is trying to make himself Song Wendi's ears, mouth, eyes, and even brain. He not only handles various difficult problems for him, but also provides important references for his decision-making. When things are not suitable to be made public, he also becomes Song Wendi's fists and feet, helping him deal with some more confidential issues.
Song Wendi was still very satisfied with Fang Zhicheng. Although he was not experienced enough in handling some issues, he was flexible in mind, quick in thinking, full of vigor and loyalty, and was in no way inferior to his previous secretaries. More importantly, Fang Zhicheng could give Song Wendi a sense of tacit understanding, and often Fang Zhicheng could do things in an orderly manner without Song Wendi having to speak. It was difficult for ordinary people to achieve this in such a short time.
After reading the speech, Song Wendi slightly revised two or three words, and then called Fang Zhicheng in to say that the speech was ready. Fang Zhicheng took the speech and refilled Song Wendi's tea. Song Wendi suddenly asked, "Is there any news from the Land and Resources Bureau recently?"
Fang Zhicheng said softly, "I learned from the Land and Resources Bureau yesterday that someone has begun to plan to buy the idle land in the Yuhu Ecological Zone. I have already notified them that anyone who wants to purchase that land will need to go through a strict review."