no one is perfect.
As a legend on the espionage front, the second sister Chen in life is far less savvy and capable than her at work. She has a serious obsessive-compulsive disorder for cleanliness, but at the same time, she is often forgetful of the little details in life. Li Muye is very convinced that if she completely retreats, she will not be assigned a life secretary at this level, and she will definitely be tortured by her own amnesia.
After leaving the square, Brother Xiaoye moved to her temporary home with Sister Chen.
In three days, Li Muye found many problems.
Second sister Chen, who has left the Beijing work circle, would seem at a loss most of the time if she is not at work. She keeps tidying up the housework, many places have just been tidyed up, and she will do it again unconsciously. Brother Xiaoye found sadly that the mother who had lost her job had become a middle-aged and elderly woman who needed someone to look after her. When going out, she often forgets something, either the key or the wallet or mobile phone, and so on.
In the past, the secretary of life was helping to worry about these things. She only needed to think about the big things about life and death. And now suddenly she was idle, no one thought about these unimportant things for her.
Sister Chen is a proud and strong person. Despite her fate, she doesn't need the words pity and sympathy in her life dictionary. She is still fighting for her lifelong career. She did not want to retire, nor did she plan to spare Li Zhonghua, and the South China Sea where she had spent half of her life.
Li Muye knows that the extremely smart mother has some psychological problems, and many details confirm this. In addition to being forgetful, she often stays in a daze for a long time and looks like she has nothing to do. She seems to have learned how to live a normal life. In this three-bedroom house, the curtains in the room are always in working condition, the anti-interception equipment is always on, and she has a small pistol at hand. Any slight disturbance will cause her anxiety and worries.
Brother Xiaoye hopes that she can watch more TV or go out for more walks, of course, the premise is that she is not at work. But it didn't work at all. She doesn't like watching TV series, especially family life. I don't like to go out and chat with others. She can talk to Zeng Baofeng all day long, but only if she has the purpose of working. Otherwise, Li Muye was very convinced that if he changed to a living mother, he would have to take out a pistol and kill the vulgar woman with a big mouth in less than ten minutes.
She looks so young, but her heart has long been shattered, and the concept of family has been too far away for too long. She has devoted her entire life to the two things of work and revenge.
That night, Li Muye just called Lao Ye to confirm the news from Wu Yinglong.
News is being broadcast on the TV, and my mother only watches the four channels of the court and the news channel. She was sitting on the sofa, seemingly focused on TV shows, but in fact she was absent. Li Muye knew that she was trying to eavesdrop on her work phone. This is the instinct she has trained as an agent for many years.
"You don't want to make breakfast tomorrow morning." Chen Erjie suddenly said this sentence.
Li Muye was puzzled, and asked, "Why?"
Chen Miao said, "You cook too deliciously. Those in my business can't be too picky. I've never been a picky person for food, I'm afraid that you will be used to the taste."
Li Muye said: "The big deal I will always stay with you and do it for you."
Chen Miao sneered: "You are coaxing your children. Don't say things you can't do. Don't you need to work? Besides, can't you see that I am a person who is used to loneliness?"
Li Muye suddenly felt a little distressed. Seeing the women who were strong, elegant, fragile and lonely, bred and brought themselves into the world, he suddenly thought of eight words: One hundred years of loneliness, peerless elegance. As a child, I always hope that my mother will never grow old, but after all, she will inevitably be worn down by time.
It would be nice if it could be slower. Ono brother said to himself in his heart.
The TV was broadcasting news about the construction of islands and reefs in my country's territorial waters by neighboring countries in the South China Sea. Li Muye did not respond for a long time, and Chen Miao's attention was taken away by the news. She gradually frowned, her eyes flashing with anger, and she was very dissatisfied: "What do the people of the Foreign Affairs Bureau do for food, how can this kind of news be broadcast here?"
Li Muye put together a sentence: "Perhaps it is a job need?" Then he said, "After you leave your post, maybe the new person who takes over has his own way."
Chen Miao was expressionless, staring at the TV intently, the shrewdness and toughness in working state flashed in his eyes.
For a long while.
"I haven't completely retired yet!" She scolded coldly: "This Chen Binghui is nothing compared to you."
The boiling water in the kitchen has boiled.
Li Muye brought the boiled footwashing water to her, pretending to grab her mother's feet.
Chen Miao strongly refused: "Go away, you are a bit too much."
Li Muye didn't speak, and caught his mother's tiny feet in a more powerful way. They were still fair on the surface, but they didn't feel soft or even stiff. It was completely different from the soft touch of the young assistant that exuded the youthful breath of the day.
Chen Miao struggled a few times to no avail, his face turned red, and seemed to be a little angry. He raised his hand and slapped Ono violently. Li Muye didn't react at all, so I insisted on washing her feet.
"Little bunny, why are you so thick-skinned!" Chen Miao didn't want to bring the topic to the distinction between men and women, because that would be too embarrassing.
Li Muye didn't feel embarrassed at all, raised his head, looked at her sincerely, and said, "Mom, if you want to fight, you can do it. Let me wait for you to wash your feet."
With his eyes facing each other, Li Muye's eyes were clear and his motives were clear at a glance. Chen Miao realized that he had misunderstood. She has always been conceited and kind, and she has always believed in her judgment on Li Zhonghua's badass son. But at this moment, she was a little shaken. Perhaps, this child's approach to himself is really just trying to make up for the missing maternal love in childhood
Li Muye carefully massaged the acupuncture points on the soles of his mother's feet, and with his sense of cultivation, he easily helped her find the most comfortable and comfortable technique.
Chen Miao sighed softly, and finally slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
In the early morning, she sat up from her sex all at once. First glance at the time habitually, five o'clock, in line with her lifelong biological clock time. This shows that the good sleep last night was not the effect of drugs. Then she suddenly realized that she had fallen asleep on the sofa last night, but now she was in sex. The clothes on her body were changed into pajamas, so you don't need to ask to know who put them on. Thinking of those sincere eyes, there was no discomfort and panic in my heart. However, I paid attention to my own situation out of female instinct: the tight-fitting shirts and pants have not been moved, and the little bastard still knows how to measure.
The pistol was placed under the pillow, and Chen Miao used to take it out for inspection and put it back. Then he went to the bathroom to wash up, ready to start a new day.
The TV in the living room is broadcasting a boring TV series, and the smell of food is permeating the room. All the food is made by the newly appointed director of the special commissioning office, who holds the most important position in his hands.
She looked at him and suddenly thought, if her child hadn't died that year, would she be as good as him? The same, so obedient and caring
probably not!
If the son is still alive, I will not let him suffer so much. All the brilliance of the young man in front of him was honed in the darkness against him. Although she knew that no one could succeed at will, she really couldn't accept that her son went through so many hardships. Even just imagine it.
She thought again, if her son is still alive, he should start a family now, maybe they already have cute children. She always doesn't like the family atmosphere in TV dramas where children and grandchildren revolve around one another. But what if it is her own grandson or granddaughter? Her thoughts were flying, and she suddenly remembered how the old class leader, who was domineering and ambitious when she was young, was talking about the grandson of a hundred days at the last gathering of old classmates.
That guy is the most promising one in the class. Although he is nearly 60 years old, he is still a very young cadre in his position. By the time the vast majority of people in the system reached that level, they were already close to the ancient age. The young man in the officialdom, Dezhi, seemed to be more proud of that person than a grandson.
When the meal arrived, Li Muye put an omelette on her plate.
"I'm not old enough to need someone to serve me." Chen Miao straightened her chest, raised her neck, and said arrogantly.
She did seem to have a face and posture that did not match her actual age. But what Li Muye saw was the stubbornness, loneliness and sensitivity in her heart. It was the wound of years, old and profound, and even time couldn't comfort it.
"Let you come into contact with the fat girl in the Zeng family. You have been circling around me these days, saying that you lack maternal love, I haven't given you a good face these days." Chen Miao adjusted himself to work. , Speaking suddenly, I was so rich.
Li Muye smiled and said: "You told people that I was your stupid son. Since my head is a little funny, it shouldn't be better to be stupid and slow."
Chen Miao looked at Brother Xiaoye's nose and ears, and suddenly remembered what Zeng Baofeng said that day. Don't say, take a closer look, you really have a connection with yourself. Then I realized that I was under the influence of this kid, or that he was moved by his filial behavior in the past few days. Quickly put this idea away in my heart. I want to use this sugar-coated cannonball to soften my old lady, but there is no way.
"You have to hurry up on this matter." Chen Miao thought about the official reinstatement date set for himself before starting this plan, and urged a little anxiously: "Even women like Bai Wuxia dare to get home as a wife. Would it be so difficult to get the fat girl from the Zeng family?"
"You really can't help pushing your son into the fire pit?" Li Muye looked at the second sister Chen with a slurping look, and said aggrievedly.
Chen Miao glanced away, and then realized that it seemed too much for the kid to do so, and he was not a son. What was it that he was not willing to give up? Avoiding his gaze seemed to be a guilty conscience. So he turned his face back and looked at Li Muye’s pitiful eyes, hardened his heart: "This is a job requirement. You used to be not a member of this industry. When you work with us, you can bargain and pick the fats and the picks, but now you are in the system. The people here have to obey any needs of work."
Li Muye said, "You feel you are in your current position. Is it appropriate to talk to me about work?"
Chen Miao was startled, and then realized that he no longer had this right. She didn't like the feeling that the power in her hands was no longer and empty. When she thought that this kid was so obedient not because of the power in her hands, but because of some reason she was not sure of, her brows frowned slightly.
"Okay, okay, don't be upset, I'll just obey your command." Li Muye was really reluctant to let his mother be unhappy, and looked like he was willing to give up: "Just tell me, this fat girl from the Zeng family is really good. How fat are you?" (End of this chapter)