"I'm warning you, if a third person finds out about this, I won't let you go." Wang Xinyi still cared about her face, and she immediately waved her fist at Uncle Yu as a warning.
"Don't worry, I won't tell you." Uncle Yu nodded honestly.
Wang Xinyi finally found a bag, but found herself sitting in the passenger seat. She immediately unbuckled her seat belt and climbed from her seat to the back seat.
After a while, Wang Xinyi felt that she had peed into a river. She wished she could cover her ears to prevent herself from hearing, but no matter how embarrassing she was, she could only lose it.
Fortunately, Uncle Yu stopped laughing and just slowed down the car.
After a while, Wang Xinyi felt completely comfortable, and she was extremely upset.
"You just said you would take an adventure with a woman? It's not the kind of adventure I understand, is it?" Wang Xinyi couldn't help but laugh.
"Which one do you understand?" Uncle Yu asked strangely.
"Oh, as far as I know, if a man doesn't get married when he reaches your age, he either has a physical problem or he hasn't had enough fun. You probably belong to the latter group. You don't get married, but you fall in love every day, and women come in batches. He changes his ways, playing here today and playing there tomorrow, and he also specializes in deceiving those unknown and innocent young girls, thinking he is a charming uncle... "
"Ms. Wang, you don't know me well, so please don't understand my life like this. I don't go on adventures to play, but to work." Uncle Yu's face changed and he immediately refuted himself.
"Work?" Wang Xinyi was stunned.
"Yes, archaeologists are recruiting bodyguards. It is a high-paying and dangerous profession. Not everyone is willing to go there. To climb snow-capped mountains, deserts, and no-man's land is to risk your life tomorrow. If I don't get married, it's not because I'm healthy. The illness is not because I am playful, I just like this kind of free life." Uncle Yu had to explain to her carefully, not wanting to be imagined by her as that kind of loose man.
"Oh!" Wang Xinyi looked stunned. It seemed that he was not the kind of man she understood.
After two hours, Uncle Yu sent Wang Xinyi to the office, parked the car, and was ready to leave.
"Hey, um... can you leave me your contact information?" Wang Xinyi suddenly took two steps after him and asked with a blushing face.
Uncle Yu was a little surprised, then nodded, took out the phone and handed it to her.
Wang Xinyi immediately entered her mobile phone number quickly, dialed again, and called her mobile phone.
"In the future...if I need a bodyguard, can I hire you?" Wang Xinyi asked jokingly.
"Sorry, I am currently employed by the Lan family on a long-term basis and cannot take on other jobs." Uncle Yu said seriously. "Then... okay." Wang Xinyi suddenly felt a little disappointed.
Uncle Yu also noticed that she looked at him with complicated emotions, and he couldn't help but be startled. "Goodbye." Wang Xinyi felt that something was wrong with her today. After she said this quickly, she turned around and ran through the door as if running away.
Uncle Yu still stood there for two seconds, and then he turned and left.
After Sister Mei left, she immediately ran to find the president.
The old president took the time to meet her. Seeing that her face was dark, the old president lit a cigarette and said lightly: "I asked you to go to Ling Mofeng's engagement party. Did you find anything?"
"Big discovery, Mr. President, I think the rubbish you sent to keep an eye on can be cleaned up. Who told you that Ling Mofeng didn't love Lan Yanxi? And who told you that Lan Yanxi ignored Ling Mofeng? So After a long time, they put on a good show and made us all look like fools. They are still in love." Sister Mei said angrily.
"Is there such a thing?" The old president's expression also changed drastically. His face was instantly angry and he hit the table next to him with his palm: "Ling Mofeng has been acting for so long to show me?"
"Mr. President, we have ignored the simplest thing. Before, we all thought that Lan Yanxi was of no use to us, but now we have discovered that she will be Ling Mofeng's biggest weakness." Sister Mei also gritted her teeth, feeling He was like a joke, being laughed at by Ling Mofeng.
The old president's face was ashen, and he looked much older in an instant. He clenched his fists and said with a look of hatred: "The survivors left last time were placed by Ling Mofeng's people and will be put on trial soon. We haven't found them yet. Opportunity to silence, I heard that the person caught this time is a small leader, I don’t know how much he knows about this matter.”
Sister Mei's expression changed instantly, and she was already worried. Is the old president really exhausted? Now that Ling Mofeng has the upper hand in everything, Sister Mei suddenly feels cold in her heart and feels a sense of fear that she can't breathe.
"Mr. President, is there any way to solve the current trouble?" Sister Mei couldn't help but ask.
The old president gritted his teeth bitterly and said: "The general election will be held at the beginning of next month. We don't have much time left. Amei, are you also thinking about your options?"
Sister Mei's scalp was numb with fright, and she quickly lowered her head and said respectfully: "Sir, my loyalty to you is undeniable, and I will never betray you halfway. However, the so-called man who knows the current affairs is a hero. Has Mr. President also considered his own retreat? Woolen cloth?"
The old president stared at her for a long time, then sneered: "You want me to succumb to him? After being defeated by him, I still have to be driven by him? I am a man after all."
"Mr. President, has he made any other decisions? The current situation is very unfavorable to us. At today's banquet, I saw Ji Xiaohan and Luo Jinyu were also present. Now it seems that they are not shying away from the political situation. , I’m afraid the people’s aspiration is no longer yours.” Today, Sister Mei seems to have seen the ending. She is inevitably a little sad because she has chosen a dead-end road. She doesn’t know what is at the end of the road. Maybe It will be a cliff, and I will fall to pieces, but I hope that there will be flowers on the shore, and the game will be reshuffled.
"This is the reality of people's hearts. Whoever can bring benefits to them will choose to be with whomever they want. Amei, do you regret following me?" The old president looked at her with a gloomy look.
Sister Mei is a shrewd person. She knew that the old president was deliberately testing her. She was so frightened that she quickly bent down, with an expression of surrender on her face, and said loyally: "I have never regretted anything Mr. President said. Mr. President has always It is my goal and an example for me to learn from. I was promoted by Mr. President. I believe that Mr. President’s wise decision will definitely bring a more brilliant future to the country.”
"You have such a talkative mouth, so lovable." The old president laughed: "Now, the only way to make a comeback is to target Ling Mofeng. That Lan Yanxi is really hateful. He is young and has great acting skills. It’s amazing, I’ve been working in the office for so long, and I haven’t exposed any flaws. She can’t keep her even if she’s playing tricks on us.”
"Sir, are you going to..." Sister Mei's face suddenly changed, and she felt frightened for a moment.
"Even if Ling Mofeng wins the hearts of the people and has the demeanor of a leader, if others are no longer in the world, who will still want to follow him? Even if he becomes the belief of others, it is useless." At this moment, the old president has reached the point where everything is dead. , he is old, he doesn’t have much time left, all he has to fight for is his pride.
Sister Mei's face changed drastically, and she was panic-stricken inside. She didn't expect that the old president would actually make a deadly move, and he was going to pull all his companions to die together.
Although Sister Mei is greedy for power, likes to feel superior to others, and prefers to have those young and beautiful women bend down in front of her, but if she is asked to pay the price of her life to get all this, she suddenly does not have so much courage. .
"Mr. President's decision is very good. Indeed, everything is just because of Ling Mofeng's existence. I just don't know what he plans to do?" Sister Mei couldn't help but ask.
"How to do it? You do it for me." Mr. President's eyes suddenly flashed, and he stared into her eyes and said: "Amei, I leave this matter to you, can you handle it?"
"I... I... I'm afraid it won't work. I'm just a woman. I have no power. I don't even dare to hold a gun. If it's just about playing power and making plans, I'm still good at it. But if you ask me to kill people, I... I don't dare." Sister Mei had never been so frightened before. Her legs softened and she almost collapsed on the ground. She stammered and replied in panic.
"Everyone has become cowardly. Who said they could support me in holding this position?" the old president sneered.
Sister Mei's face was pale and colorless, and she was holding her chest and panting nervously, fearing that she would be frightened to death.
"Don't forget, you all have lives in your hands. If you don't fight at this time, even if I fall, you will not have a good life." The old president sarcastically stated the pros and cons.
When Sister Mei opened her eyes, she didn't expect that the old president would say such a thing. She was so angry and anxious that she couldn't speak.
The old president looked at the pendulum hand next to him. The hour hand was moving second by second, like an annual ring, urging people to keep moving forward.
The wind blowing in from the window lifted up the top layer of his black hair, revealing the gray years.
Sister Mei was already kneeling on the ground. When she looked up, she saw the strands of white hair under the old president's deliberate disguise. She couldn't tell how she felt.
"If I could be twenty years younger, there would be absolutely no room for Ling Mofeng to speak today." The old president also sighed with emotion, with no hatred and desire, only unwillingness to face the years.
Sister Mei didn't speak, but her breathing quickened.
"One month... is too short. Nothing can be changed. I want to help my little nephew sit on Mr. Vice President's position. What do you think?" The old president's eyes became more aged.
"Your nephew? Mu Weicheng, the leader of the northern army?" Sister Mei looked in disbelief.
"Yes, as long as Ling Mofeng agrees to my condition, I am willing to give up competing with him." The old president stretched out his hand to pull up the hour hand, and his voice became much older.
"But he... doesn't he seem to want to be with you?" Sister Mei looked surprised.