After the earthquake, An Bu and Jian Ningxuan went to the front line to participate in rescue operations with other volunteers.
The two set up a backup material warehouse in the disaster area. One is responsible for counting the materials in short supply, and the other is responsible for purchasing and distributing them, and sending them to wherever they are needed. Later, a lot of donated materials were transported here, they recorded them uniformly, and then distributed them to various regions.
In just one month, the two spent nearly 10 million yuan to help the affected people as much as they could. The same is true for other volunteers, regardless of national boundaries, regardless of gender, for the same goal, making modest contributions.
A month later, An Bu and Jian Ningxuan left Longteng City, not because of their own will, but because they were invited to drink tea by a certain boss.
Although Jian Ningxuan's hacking skills are superb, but in front of the country, it is still not enough. Coupled with Jian's father's actions, it is basically impossible to hide the post.
Anbu was very calm. Before he decided to predict the earthquake, he was ready to be targeted by the relevant departments.
"Don't be afraid." Jian Ningxuan shook her hand and comforted her softly.
"Hmm." What big scene hasn't the old corpse seen? Be fearless.
An Bu and the Jian family's father and son were brought into a spacious reception room. An old man who was over seventy years old sat leisurely on the sofa, looking at them kindly.
In the entire reception room, except for a few guards, there is only the boss. Judging by this posture, it's obviously the rhythm of a private chat.
The three of them greeted the boss respectfully, the boss waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, sit down, let's chat casually."
It's okay to chat casually, the problem is that the person you chat with is not "casual" at all.
Jian's father and son sat upright, and An Bu tried to be more dignified.
The boss is very easy-going, and he said he was chatting casually, but he really was chatting casually. Regarding the earthquake, I just mentioned it in passing. It probably means that if there are any predictions in the future, let them say hello in advance and let the officials decide to operate. Why she was able to accurately predict earthquakes was not mentioned at all.
Until the end of the conversation, the Jian family father and son were in a daze, and they didn't expect the boss to expose it so lightly. Although the earthquake prediction saved many people, the method of prediction was not in compliance with the rules. It is inevitable that some people will follow suit in the future, causing social panic. Even if the big brother didn't criticize, a little knocking was necessary, but he actually took it all without asking the reason.
Just as they were about to leave, the boss suddenly said: "Miss An, stay a moment, I want to have a private chat with you."
Jian Ningxuan frowned slightly, and looked at Anbu worriedly.
"Don't worry." The boss smiled, "I won't make things difficult for your lover."
Jian Ningxuan's expression did not relax at all, he bowed stiffly to him, and walked out of the meeting room slowly.
Anbu watched them leave, then looked at the old man who was on top, wondering what he was doing behind him.
Unexpectedly, he only said three words, and just three words made her have to re-examine the old man in front of her.
"You Zimo."
You Zimo? You Zimo? ?
This seems to be her pseudonym fifty years ago. She doesn't remember the specific identity, but she only saw it when sorting out the identity list.
"You Zimo is my former college alumni, I wonder if you know her?" The old man looked at her with a gentle expression, and a meaningful light flashed in his eyes.
An Bu: "!" There is a future boss among her college alumni
She seemed to have made a lot of second-generation officials back then, but most of them are gone now. No, not necessarily all of them are gone, isn't the one in front of me living a good life? A person in his seventies is still as energetic as a little old man in his fifties or sixties.
If those classmates were still alive, relying on their abilities and family background, they had been struggling in the officialdom for decades, wouldn't many of them become big bosses
Thinking of this possibility, An Bu was stunned. The current development seems to be a bit magical.
However, she quickly regained her composure. What does this have to do with her current identity? The bosses may not be able to recognize her as the You Zimo back then, at most they just think she is.
"My memory is very good." The boss poured An Bu a cup of tea with his own hands, "especially for those I once admired."
An Bu: "!!" Is it appropriate for someone as big as you to say that? !
"Try it, my tea-making technique was taught by Senior Sister You Zimo herself." The boss smiled and picked up a cup of tea, sipping it leisurely.
An Bu: "!!!" What did I do back then? !
An Bu felt that he couldn't continue to be led by him, so he took a sip from his teacup and commented, "It's a bit rough."
"I can't help it. I'm usually too busy. The people below will do the tea making, so the skills will naturally be unfamiliar."
An Bu looked at his white hair and was silent.
The boss collected his attention, turned his head to An Bu and said seriously, "I'm keeping you here because I just want to ask you one thing."
An Bu was refreshed, and thought to himself: The topic is finally here. Did he want to ask about the earthquake, or her identity
"Would you like to recognize me as a godfather?"
Ok? What? Grandpa? ? Is this what you're asking? ?
An Bu stared at him, and said one word firmly: "No."
"Hahaha." The boss had an unexpected expression, "What a pity."
Anbu: What a pity about the wool! Do you dare to pay attention to your current identity? Did grandpa recognize it casually? This is not the way to take advantage of her!
"Forget it." The boss waved his hand, "I've confirmed everything that needs to be confirmed. You can go back, lest your lover can't wait and break in to snatch someone."
Anbu put down his teacup and stood up: "Then I'll take my leave." After a pause, he added, "Thank you for your tea."
The boss laughed a few times.
Anbu turned around and walked towards the gate. When he was about to reach the gate, there was a burst of complaints from behind: "... Didn't you agree to be a single nobleman for the rest of your life?"
Anbu: "..."
Walking out of the conference room, Jian Ningxuan immediately greeted her, his eyes swept back and forth, as if worried that she would lose a piece of meat.
"Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Anbu said with a smile, "The chief is very kind, and even said that he would take me in as his granddaughter."
Jian Ningxuan: "!"
Father Jane: "!!"
"Haha, I'm just kidding, you really believe it." Anbu took Jian Ningxuan's arm, "Let's go, go home."
From today onwards, the old corpse is also someone with someone on it.
The matter of the prophecy post passed smoothly like this, and the process went smoothly beyond expectations.
Jian's father still had matters to deal with, so he did not leave with Jian Ningxuan and the others. When they parted, Jian Ningxuan sincerely thanked him. Jian's father took a lot of risks in this matter. Although he was usually estranged, he gave unreserved support at critical times, which moved Jian Ningxuan quite a bit.
Father Jian nodded and left without saying anything.
An Bu looked at his back, and said, "Mr. Jian, your father's heart is not good, remember to remind him to go to the hospital for a checkup."
When we met last time, she saw the source of death in the heart of Jane's father. If you don't pay attention, you may die of heart disease in the future.
Jian Ningxuan's face was slightly gloomy, and he carefully kept this matter in his heart.
The two of them didn't stay in the capital for too long, and flew directly back to Huangdu by plane.
After washing in the evening, the two leaned on the bedside to watch TV.
Jian Ningxuan endured it, but finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and asked about the content of An Bu's chat with the boss.
"You really want to know?" An Bu glanced at him.
Jian Ningxuan nodded.
"I'll tell you tomorrow." She had to look through the diary first.
Jian Ningxuan: "..."
Why wait for tomorrow? Can't sleep well at night!
Anbu noticed his little emotions, turned over and sat on his lap, hooked his neck: "Mr. Jian, it's been a long night, are you sure you want to waste time on the stories that the boss and I have to tell?"
Jian Ningxuan's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice, "Mrs. Jian, do you have any better suggestions?"
"emmm... How about trying the double scissors and fork pose and the chiseling and axe pose?"
Jian Ningxuan: "..."
"I can tell by your appearance that you haven't heard of it." An Bu looked like an old driver, "Wait, I'll look at the strategy first."
Jian Ningxuan: You actually don’t know, do you
Anbu picked up his mobile phone, tapped it, found the peerless cheat book, and studied it with the cat master.
After the two of them got a thorough understanding, they immediately began to practice deeply and thoroughly...
A few rays of morning light shone through the window on the spacious big bed. Jian Ningxuan slowly opened his eyes, and turned his head to see Anbu lying beside him, as if still asleep, but he knew she didn't need to sleep.
Looking at the time, it was already past 9 o'clock, Jian Ningxuan was a little surprised, it seemed that this was the first time Anbu had been lying on the bed for so long. She has said before that if you hold a certain position for a long time, your body will become stiff.
"Step by step." Jian Ningxuan changed slightly.
"Well..." An Bu rubbed the soft pillow, lazily not wanting to open his eyes at all.
A look of surprise flashed across Jian Ningxuan's eyes, he reached out and pinched the back of her neck, and asked tentatively, "Bubu, are you asleep?"
Anbu leaned into his arms, hugged his waist unconsciously, and pressed her cheek against his chest.
Jian Ningxuan felt the warm touch from the skin, and then looked at Anbu's rosy cheeks, and always felt that she seemed a little different.
"Good morning, Mr. Jane." An Bu rubbed his eyes, then raised his head and showed him a very satisfied smile.
"It's past 9 o'clock, wake up?" Jian Ningxuan patted her head.
"It's so late?" An Bu turned to look out the window, then sat up and stretched beautifully, "Ah, I slept so comfortably."
The cool morning breeze gently blows the purple curtains, fiery red roses sway in the wind, the velvet bedding is soft and warm, everything in front of her eyes is so beautiful, she feels full of happiness.
"Mr. Jian." Anbu hugged Jian Ningxuan, and gave him a hard poke on the face, "You are really amazing!"
Jian Ningxuan: "..."
Jumping out of bed with bare feet, Anbu said excitedly: "I will make twelve desserts today to celebrate the 6-hour life harmony between Mr. Jian and I."
Jian Ningxuan: "..."
An Bu kissed the rose in the vase again, and then happily ran into the bathroom.
Jian Ningxuan raised his lips slightly, he could clearly feel her happiness, although he didn't know why she was happy, but seeing her like this, he couldn't help being happy from the bottom of his heart.
"Mr. Jian." An Bu poked his head out of the bathroom, "I'm going to take a shower, do you want to come?"
Jian Ningxuan got off the bed and walked towards her gracefully.