Song Wendi stared at Fang Zhicheng and said, "Believe in your own strength, you will definitely be able to gain his trust."
Fang Zhicheng thought about it and realized that Song Wendi was also a boss with a strong personality. He had managed to deal with him. Shen Hanchun might be difficult to communicate with, but he was still confident that he could get his support.
The Provincial Development and Reform Commission might be a dangerous place, but if the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. As long as he can handle Shen Hanchun, even if there is any disturbance in the Development and Reform Commission, it will be difficult for him to be involved. Song Wendi rarely praises someone. From his opinion of Shen Hanchun, Shen Hanchun should be a capable person.
When leaving the Song family villa with Tong Siqing, Fang Zhicheng gave Song Wendi a few packs of good cigarettes. Song Wendi complained for a long time. Fang Zhicheng thanked Wenfeng repeatedly, which made Song Wendi very upset.
After the guests left, Song Wendi and Wenfeng looked at each other for a moment, and both smiled tacitly. Song Wendi said with emotion: "It's rare to see you so considerate to others. It seems that you have a really good impression of Zhicheng."
Wen Feng nodded and said, "Zhicheng is a very good young man. If it weren't for him, our relationship would not have eased."
Song Wendi sighed and said, "Zhicheng calls me teacher, but in some aspects, he also taught me a lot."
Wen Feng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Oh? What did I teach you?"
Song Wendi gently embraced Wenfeng in his arms, kissed her on the forehead, and whispered, "Teach me how to love someone."
Wen Feng's face flushed red as she spat in a low voice, "How corny."
Song Wendi laughed and said, "I didn't expect that I could make President Wen embarrassed. I will have to say a few more embarrassing words."
Wenfeng suddenly remembered something and said, "Wendy, did you notice today that there seems to be some problem between Zhicheng and Siqing?"
Song Wendi frowned and said, "Don't think too much. They used to be colleagues and got along well. They treated each other like brother and sister."
Wen Feng shook her head and said, "Women have a very sharp sixth sense. I always feel that when Siqing looks at Fang Zhicheng, there is something wrong with her eyes. It's not like she's looking at her brother, but like she's looking at her lover."
Song Wendi sighed and said, "Don't be suspicious. I believe they are innocent."
The two came to the sofa in the living room and hugged each other for a moment. Wen Feng buried her head in Song Wendi's shoulder and said, "Wendi, let's have a child, shall we? A few days ago, I went to the hospital for a check-up, and the expert said that my body can still get pregnant."
Song Wendi was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Will it affect your work?"
Wen Feng raised her head, looked at Song Wendi tenderly, and said, "Work is only a part of life."
Song Wendi smiled bitterly and said, "You figured it out, but I haven't figured it out yet..."
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Tong Siqing has worked in the Qiongjin Municipal Party Committee Office for two years and has become familiar with this new city. She bought a red Suzuki Alto, which has changed a lot from two years ago. Fang Zhicheng sat in the passenger seat and looked at Tong Siqing. Tong Siqing turned around and smiled unhappily: "What? Is there something on my face? You are so engrossed!"
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "I just wanted to see you more. You seem a little strange now."
Tong Siqing paused and said, "Yes, I am also unfamiliar with you."
Fang Zhicheng heard some resentment in Tong Siqing's tone. He did feel that he and Tong Siqing had drifted further and further apart over the past two years, but when they really met, he still felt concerned for her.
Fang Zhicheng wanted to know more about Tong Siqing's situation, so he asked, "Are you in a relationship?"
Tong Siqing smiled bitterly and said, "I'm busy like a dog every day, how can I have time?"
Fang Zhicheng let out a long sigh and said, "That's not bad!"
Tong Siqing said unhappily: "What do you mean? Are you gloating over someone else's misfortune?"
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "Of course not! I just feel bad if such a beautiful cabbage like Sister Siqing was taken away by a pig."
Tong Siqing reacted quickly and said, "You pig."
The car had been driving for ten minutes without realizing it. Tong Siqing suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, which hotel are you staying in?"
Fang Zhicheng smiled but said nothing. Tong Siqing waited for a long time and asked, "Are you deliberately not telling me?"
Fang Zhicheng reached out and fiddled with a crystal ornament on the platform in front of him, and whispered, "Sister Siqing, you should understand what I mean."
Fang Zhicheng's hint couldn't be more obvious. Although the two hadn't been in touch for a long time, they easily formed a sense of familiarity after communicating. Tong Siqing felt her face burning and said nervously, "That won't work! I live in the Municipal Party Committee's staff building, where there are colleagues everywhere. If someone finds out, rumors will definitely spread everywhere."
Fang Zhicheng sighed helplessly and said with a smile: "In that case, you can drop me off in front. I will go back to the hotel by myself."
Tong Siqing was hesitant when she heard Fang Zhicheng say that. Fang Zhicheng saw that Tong Siqing was in a very difficult situation, so he stopped teasing her and said, "Okay, I'll let you off today. Drop me off in front, I'll take a taxi to the hotel. Also, next time we meet, you can't refuse me again."
Tong Siqing was flustered, but she finally stopped the car and waited for Fang Zhicheng to take a taxi. She suddenly felt a sense of loss.
After returning to the hotel, Fang Zhicheng took out his cell phone and waited for a few minutes. The screen lit up and it was Tong Siqing calling.
After Fang Zhicheng answered the call, he smiled and said, "I'm already in the hotel."
Tong Siqing said: "I'm at the door of your room."
Fang Zhicheng walked over and opened the door. Tong Siqing was holding the phone in one hand and a men's wallet in the other.
Fang Zhicheng pretended to be surprised, rummaged in his pockets for a while, and said, "Oh, sorry, I lost something."
Tong Siqing put away her phone, took out a hotel business card from her wallet, on which the room number was written in pen, and said, "You really didn't mean it?"
Fang Zhicheng smiled, pulled Tong Siqing into the room, opened the door, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "You really understand!"
Chapter 0818: Political Wisdom in Officialdom