The next morning, as the alarm rang, Lu Yiwei opened his eyes punctually. At this moment, it was still dawn outside the window. He also wanted to sleep a little longer, but his position was different, so he forced himself to get up.
While going to the toilet, Lu Yiwei saw that Fan Chunfang had already woken up and was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. In his memory, he had not eaten breakfast at home for a long time. Most of the time, he ate with Bai Zongfeng in the canteen. Today was the same, but he did not want to disappoint his wife's efforts.
"Wake up, quickly wash your face and brush your teeth, the food will be ready soon."
Fan Chunfang seemed to be in a better mood, with a warm smile on her face. When Lu Yiwei came out of the toilet, he saw a table full of sumptuous breakfast, and his eyes could not help but warm up. He sat down and said: "Why is it so sumptuous so early in the morning?"
Fan Chunfang sat down and said: "You don't eat at home all day long, it's not easy to have a meal at home, I have to prepare well."
Lu Yiwei did not say much, he picked up a steamed bun and ate it with the dishes. Seeing Fan Chunfang sitting opposite him and looking at him, he asked in puzzlement: "You are eating too, why are you looking at me?"
Fan Chunfang held her chin and shook her head: "I am watching you eat, I will eat when Lang Lang wakes up."
Fan Chunfang's focused eyes made him a little embarrassed, so he bit the bullet and finished eating. She immediately sat up and handed him a coat to wear, and carefully tidied the cuffs of his shirt, and then quickly ran to the door to put the shiny leather shoes. Lu Yiwei saw this and felt uncomfortable.
Before going out, Lu Yiwei turned back and asked: "Is Lang Lang better?"
"Yes, much better, the fever has gone down."
"Oh, if necessary, I will take him to the hospital today."
"Got it, go to work quickly."
Standing at the door, Lu Yiwei wanted to say something, but stopped. He made a gesture of stretching out his hand, then took it back and turned to leave. Just now, he wanted to touch her face or hug her, but he could not do it. Moreover, Fan Chunfang also felt it, her body slightly leaned forward in preparation to respond, but he had already left.
After Lu Yiwei left, Fan Chunfang hurriedly ran to the balcony. She waited until he got into the car and drove out of the gate before reluctantly returning to the sofa to sit down. She stared at the dark TV in front of her in a daze for a long time. Recalling every little detail of last night, she felt that Lu Yiwei still loved her and wanted to take action to save this fragile marriage.
Thinking of this, she picked up her phone and called her best friend, Yang Ran.
"Ran Ran, where are you?"
Yang Ran had not woken up yet. She said in a daze, "Oh, it's Fangfang. Why are you calling so early?"
Fan Chunfang said excitedly, "Are you busy today? If not, can you accompany me to go shopping?"
"Why are you shopping on such a cold day? You might as well sleep at home."
"Aiya, just come with me once. I want to change myself."
Yang Ran suddenly opened her eyes and said in surprise, "Change myself? What's wrong with him? "
"Don't ask. Hurry up and get up. I'll come and find you in a while."
After hanging up the phone, Fan Chunfang happily hummed like a child.
The car drove steadily on Lin 'an Road. Lu Yiwei sat in the back seat and sorted out the things to do today, but Qiu Yingxue's name lingered in his mind. A night of passion made him surging, but after waking up from the dream, he felt that it was absurd. He was a man with a wife and children. It was not right to let his imagination run wild.
The car entered the Municipal Party Committee Family Compound and stopped in front of a three-story building. There were already two or three cars parked at the door. One of them belonged to the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee and the Secretary-General of the Municipal Party Committee, Bao Shuming, which made him a little embarrassed.
According to the division of responsibilities and the contact information of the General Office of the Municipal Party Committee, Bao Shuming served Bai Zongfeng, while he served the Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, Jiang Weiming. But Bai Zongfeng kept asking him to serve him. The leader did not think much of it, but he did not know what the people below him thought.
Bao Shuming was in his fifties. He was originally the Secretary of the Zhongyang District Committee, and then directly became a municipal leader. This person was gentle and kind. He spoke calmly and did things at a moderate pace. No matter who he treated, he was always smiling. He hid his shrewdness very well, making people unable to fathom him.
When an official reached the municipal level, he did not have a clear personality like in the grassroots level. He dared to speak and act swiftly. Instead, he paid attention to artistry. It was like the difference between an actor and an artist. The former relied on a newborn calf that was not afraid of tigers to gather popularity by taking on a large number of plays, while the latter relied on superb acting skills to convince people. It did not matter how many plays there were, a fine work was enough.
Bao Shuming was obviously such an "artist". He hid his strength and bided his time. He was not alarmed by honor or disgrace. He was always modest and cautious when dealing with people. He could chat with all officials, regardless of whether they were big or small. He was always available for meals and drinks, but he never talked nonsense after drinking. The outside world had always had a good reputation for him.
Lu Yiwei and he had been together for almost three years. Although they had some small conflicts at work, they were generally not bad. If such a perfect person had no shortcomings, he could only blame his superb acting skills. He played the role of an official so well that he would not let people understand his true inner world. Such a dormant could only mean one thing. He still had ideas. He wanted to go up a step in the near future.
It was normal to have such ideas. The road to being an official was endless. He would think about whatever situation he was in. Others had calculated for him in private. In the next term, he had to go straight to the position of the Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee to have a chance to become the Mayor or the Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee. If he climbed up step by step according to the existing steps, he would at most be the Chairman of the National People's Congress or the Chairman of the Chinese Political Consultative Conference.
Only with ideas would there be motivation. Otherwise, he would not follow Bai Zongfeng, who was younger than him, every day. He was interested in the powerful force behind Bai Zongfeng.
When Lu Yiwei was about to get off the car, he could not help but say, "Hu Peng, help me buy a few copies of Xijiang Literature magazine this morning. It would be best if it is a whole year's issue."
"Okay."
As soon as he pushed the door open and entered, he heard Bai Zongfeng shouting at the top of his voice. He should be on the phone. When he first met Bai Zongfeng, he was gentle and well-educated. He was also fashionable and well-dressed. After all, he was an official from Jing City. His style was different. But since he became the Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, he immediately changed. He was no longer as meticulous and meticulous as before. His temper also grew. He reprimanded the officials below him like it was a joke.
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