is an eye-opener

Director Wang was a little drunk: "Ho ho, Mei Ling is a big drinker, and mine can't drink anymore

"Director Wang, you must drink this wine, otherwise I won't follow you..." Mei Ling rubbed against Director Wang.

It is summer, and they are all very thin. I believe Director Wang must be very cool, but he is still holding: "Xiao Tian, look... look..."

"It's rare that Mei Ling has a heart. Brother Wang will drink it, and I will accompany you..." Secretary Ma raised his glass.

Mei Ling took Director Wang's cup and held it to Director Wang's mouth: "Wang Ju, it depends on whether you give Xiao Mei face..."

"Good... good... drink..." Director Wang took Mei Ling's cup and opened her mouth. Mei Ling poured a glass of wine into Director Wang's mouth.

Then Mei Ling also killed her.

"Ha ha..." Secretary Ma laughed heartily: "Brother Wang is blessed. The beauty feeds you wine..."

Director Wang also laughed and said, "This little Mei, I really can't do anything with her. It's too annoying..."

At this time, Secretary Ma looked at Liu Fei and me and said, "Liu Fei, Jiang Feng, let's drink to Director Wang."

Liu Fei quickly picked up his glass and stood up, and I followed. Together, we saluted Director Wang with a glass of wine. We killed him, and Director Wang nodded symbolically and lowered his glass.

Then Secretary Ma said to Director Wang, "Today, the director and reporter of their Department of Public Information are called to serve you. You can see what needs to be publicized. You can raise the direction, and they will go back to work for you. I think the director's interview is to make a comprehensive work summary..."

Director Wang looked at me and Liu Fei, and then said to Secretary Ma, "Don't talk about work at the wine table. Don't talk about it today. Besides, you said it for me. That's good... That's it. I'll arrange an office contact later..."

"No, Director Wang, let them contact your office later. We need to provide you with good service..." Mei Ling said to Director Wang.

Damn it, other units are asking us to publish. We interview and publicize them, and we have to come to them and ask them to publish. What a splash! I thought to myself.

I understand the intention of calling me and Liu Feilai tonight, but Director Wang doesn't want to talk about work at the table.

Liu Fei nodded repeatedly: "We will contact the Office of the Audit Bureau tomorrow to collect materials. Please rest assured that you will finish the task..."

Secretary Ma nodded, and then toasted Director Wang, saying, "Brother Wang, I heard that your bureau will start to audit public institutions directly under the city recently..."

"Yes, the party group of the bureau decided that the Administration Division will start next week, starting with the cultural propaganda..." Director Wang said, putting the glass of wine to his mouth, then suddenly smiled and nodded his finger: "Xiao Tian, ha ha... old boy, I know what you mean..."

Secretary Ma smiled and nodded, "Brother, who is he? Hehe..."

"I have a count..." Director Wang raised his glass and drank it down.

Secretary Ma was very happy and said to Mei Ling, "Let's play karaoke, sing, and Director Wang is good at dancing..."

Soon, the singing and dancing became even. Secretary Ma sang "The Curved Moon" and "Young People's Ambitions Don't Worry" aloud. Mei Ling and Director Wang danced together.

Liu Fei and I sat beside to serve, pour wine, toast, applaud

I watched Secretary Ma sing with devotion, really like the star, except for his short hair and unpleasant singing voice.

Mei Ling and Director Wang jump irregularly. Mei Ling's two arms are around Director Wang's neck, Director Wang's two arms are around Mei Ling's waist, and they are casually placed on Mei Ling's hips. It looks like a couple of lovers are swinging, and Director Wang's hand still slightly moves from time to time

Mei Ling, with a charming smile on her face, shook with Director Wang and said something affectionately. Their expressions were very relaxed, and Director Wang seemed very happy

Everyone has been drinking, singing and dancing with great interest. During that time, in order to persuade Director Wang, Mei Ling once sat on Director Wang's lap and drank a toast with Director Wang.

Secretary Ma took the lead in applauding, and Liu Fei and I applauded along.

As I applauded, I felt in my heart that Mei Ling was really not simple. She was very free, very natural and very casual.

The other day, Minister Yang said that the relationship between Secretary Ma and Mei Ling seemed unclear. However, if they really had that matter, Mei Ling and Director Wang were so intimate, Secretary Ma would be angry. At the moment, I don't understand.

Liu Fei seems to have gotten used to this kind of scene, listening to Secretary Ma singing loudly while watching them dance, casually swinging their legs, eating snacks and fruits.

I looked at my boss and his office director, as well as Director Wang of the Municipal Audit Bureau, which opened my eyes and benefited a lot.

For a while, Mei Ling came over and had a drink with me, her hand casually resting on my shoulder.

I quickly drew back and let her hand slide naturally.

Mei Ling squinted at me with an indistinct smile on the corner of her mouth. I got goose bumps and quickly drank the wine. She used the excuse to go to the bathroom and slipped out

That night, everyone drank a lot, and I drank too much. I didn't return to the dormitory until 12 o'clock.

The next day, I was sleeping when sunny came.

Look at the time. At 6 o'clock in the morning, I feel dizzy. Why did Qing'er come so early?

Seeing me in the dormitory, Qinger seemed relieved and relieved.

Last night, before the wine woke up, Qinger repeatedly shouted as soon as she entered the door: "It smells terrible. It's full of alcohol."

After that, he hurriedly opened the door, opened the window for ventilation, turned on the electric fan, and then mopped the floor.

Before I woke up, I climbed onto the bed again, half asleep and half awake.

After a while, I heard Qinger close the door, then climbed onto the bed, pushed me into the bed, snuggled close to me, like a kitten, and fell asleep.

She also got up too early and didn't wake up.

I didn't get up until 10 o'clock. Qing'er was washing clothes and cleaning. I don't know when she got up.

Qinger's mind is very simple. In her mind, kissing, hugging and touching me means that she is already my person, not only the soul, but also the body.

Qinger loves to be clean, diligent, and always restless. The room that has been disordered for a week will soon be clean and bright.

The first thing I do when I wake up is to touch the pager to see if there is any information about Liu Yue.

As she was watching, Qinger hung up her clothes and came: "Brother Feng, is this your BB machine? Let me see..."

As she said, Qinger reached for the BB machine.

I was shocked. There was Liu Yue's information in it. I found it, and I quickly withdrew my hand: "Honey, high-tech products, don't move it, what's nice... OK, I'm going to get up..."

Qinger pouted: "Don't look, don't look. It's a big deal. I'll buy one myself some day, and I won't show it to you..."

I smiled, didn't speak, and put on my coat.

Qinger urged me to wash, and she began to make noodles.

After I washed, Qinger reached out and handed a paper box: "Here you are, Philips."

I opened it and saw a Philips razor.

"Go and try. Don't prick me with beard in the future..."

I tried and said to Qinger, "Good, good effect."

Qing'er looked at me and said, "Hold me..."

I stretched out my arms, threw Qinger into my arms, kissed me gently, touched my chin with my hand, and said later: "How clean it is, I can't feel the prick at all..."

I couldn't help laughing and said to Qinger, "Thank you, Qinger, you have made shaving fun for me."

Qinger snuggled in my arms and looked up at me. After a while, her cheeks and my face rubbed together and said gently in my ear, "Brother Feng, do you love Qinger?"

This is the most frequently asked sentence by Qinger in recent years. It's not tiresome. The typical petty bourgeoisie complex of a small woman, who knows the answer is the same, still wants to ask, but also has to let me answer, can't be vague.

"Hmm..." I replied.

Qinger was not satisfied with my answer and wriggled in my arms: "Previously, the answer was: 'I love Qinger'. How did it become 'um' this time? WHY?"

I knew I could not avoid it, so I replied as usual: "Love - I love Qinger!"

Qinger patted me on the face with satisfaction: "That's right. Don't be lazy or omit in the future, you know?"

"Hmm..." I replied.

"Well, Brother Feng, let's have dinner and the noodles are cooked."

Qinger and I just picked up our rice bowls. "Buzz --" There was a vibrating sound, and my BB machine rang.

It must be Liu Yue's call. I put down my job and went to get the BB machine.

Qinger looks at me.

Sure enough, it was Liu Yue's pager who asked me to call back.

"Who is calling you?" Qinger looked at me.

"Director Liu of the office," I casually put the BB machine into my bag and picked it up. "You eat first, Qing'er. I'll go to the office and come back in a moment."

After that, I went out to the office.

"Slow down, don't worry," Qinger shouted behind me, "I'll wait for you to come back to eat..."

I ran to the office in one breath. There was no one in the office. I touched the phone and called Liu Yue.

"Sister Yue'er," I shouted out of breath as soon as the phone was connected, very happy: "Sister Yue'er... I'm here... I'm in the office..."

"Ha ha... Ah Feng, let's run to the office," Liu Yue said quietly over there: "Today is the weekend. I'm working overtime in the office. I miss you, so I'll call you. Actually, there's nothing to do, just chat..."

My heart is warm. Liu Yue missed me. It's good! It feels good to be thought of!

"Sister, I miss you too!" I said to the phone.

"Nobody in the office today? Are you all rested?" Liu Yue asked me.

"Yes, there are no interview tasks today, and we have all rested... However, there is basically no one in the office at ordinary times, and everyone runs outside..."

"Yes, this is the characteristic of the Department of Public Information. The reporter who squats in the office every day is not a good reporter. Good works and good news come out of the office. It is necessary to go deep into the grass-roots level and catch fresh news to make it possible to write good works... We must remember not to be impetuous, to be down-to-earth, to sink down..." Liu Yue is teaching me again.

"Hmm..." I listened carefully and said later, "Sister, I saw Mei Ling yesterday and Secretary Ma."

"Oh, let me hear!" Liu Yue seems to care about this. "Tell me more, be specific."

So I explained the whole process in detail, including Director Wang's comments on Liu Yue, Mei Ling's expression, and Mei Ling's eyes at me.