After the family dinner at Wu Gang's house, it was already past eight o 'clock. Chen Xing left under the warm escort of Wu Gang and his wife.
Walking along the road outside the community, Chen Xing didn't ask the driver to pick him up. He had drunk some wine at Wu Gang's house, so he wanted to be alone.
The streets of Jiang City at night were bustling and lively, especially at this time, when there were many people on the street.
Looking at couples or single men and women walking by, Chen Xing's heart was inexplicably touched. As a mayor, Chen Xing was not only an ordinary person, but also a little different from ordinary people. He didn't need to worry about daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea, nor did he need to worry about things in life. However, like ordinary people, he had all kinds of desires.
After walking on the street for a long time, Chen Xing found a place to sit down, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Zeng Jing's number again.
The call went through. Listening to the ringtone on the phone for a long time, Chen Xing slightly frowned. No one answered the phone?
As expected, Zeng Jing didn't answer the phone, and the system indicated that no one answered the phone. Chen Xing frowned and hung up the phone. It was past eight o 'clock. Was Zeng Jing still working? Thinking that Zeng Jing was in the crime squad, Chen Xing smacked his lips, thinking that it was really possible. Maybe he had encountered a big case.
No one answered the phone, so Chen Xing stopped calling. If Zeng Jing didn't answer the phone on purpose because he was free, then it would be meaningless for him to call him again. If Zeng Jing was busy, then he didn't need to call at this time.
He continued to walk along the street. What Chen Xing didn't know was that Zeng Jing was sitting alone in the living room at the moment. The room was dark, and Zeng Jing didn't turn on the light. His mobile phone was on the table, and the breath light on the screen was still flashing, indicating that there were missed calls or unread messages.
Outside the window, the moonlight shone in through the French windows on the balcony, and Zeng Jing's face could be vaguely seen. It was calm, with a trace of blankness and coldness.
Reaching into his pocket, Zeng Jing suddenly fished out a pack of cigarettes. It was a brand new pack of cigarettes that had not been opened yet. He clumsily opened the pack and fumbled around for a lighter in his bag. Zeng Jing took out a cigarette, lit it up, and took a deep puff.
Soon, Zeng Jing was choked and coughed. The spicy tobacco was a pleasure for old smokers, but for a woman like Zeng Jing, she almost choked to tears. Zeng Jing had never smoked before, and she didn 'know much about cigarettes. However, the pack she bought in the evening was just for men. She didn't know much about cigarettes.
Compared with men's cigarettes, women's cigarettes were softer, mainly cooling and minty. Zeng Jing didn't know these differences, and she didn't have the mood to distinguish them. She just wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes and try it.
At this moment, after coughing for a few times, Zeng Jing looked at the cigarette in his hand and smiled bitterly. He couldn't understand those who were addicted to smoking but couldn't quit. He thought to himself, "What's so good about smoking cigarettes? They taste bad and choking, and I really don't know why they are addicted to them."
Sighing softly, Zeng Jing tried to take another puff. This time, Zeng Jing learned to be smart. Instead of inhaling hard, she took a light puff, and the smell seemed to be less choking.
Slowly, one puff after another, Zeng Jing seemed to find the feeling. The cigarette was soon finished. Looking at the burnt ash, Zeng Jing took out another cigarette subconsciously and lit it up.
The scarlet sparks flickered in the dark living room. Gradually, Zeng Jing found the feeling and smoked one puff after another. The scarlet sparks reflected on Zeng Jing's wheat-colored skin, delicate and beautiful facial features from time to time. There was not a bit of human nature. No one knew what Zeng Jing was thinking about, but his face was cold.
Time went by. When the hand pointed to 11 o 'clock in the evening, Zeng Jing had smoked a whole pack of cigarettes. The cigarette pack on the table became an empty pack, and the floor was full of ashes.
Putting out the last cigarette butt in the ashtray, Zeng Jing looked at the time and stood up silently. Picking up the broom next to the living room, Zeng Jing swept the ashes on the floor.
When everything was cleaned up, Zeng Jing seemed to have made up his mind. He went into the room and changed his clothes. Zeng Jing, who was wearing a police uniform, came out of the room in black clothes. Pouring the ashes into the garbage bag, Zeng Jing went out with the garbage bag. Instead of taking the elevator, Zeng Jing went downstairs from the side of the stairs. Wearing flat shoes and black clothes, he walked in the corridor without making any sound. If someone saw Zeng Jing at this time, he would probably be shocked.
The night passed in the blink of an eye. When Chen Xing got up early in the morning, he stretched his hands and feet in high spirits. Last night, he walked all the way back by himself. When he returned to the hotel in Jiangcheng, his legs were a little weak. It was a distance of four or five kilometers from Wu Gang's home to the hotel in Jiangcheng. For those who often ran long distances, such a distance might be nothing, but for ordinary people, walking four or five kilometers was really tiring.
After coming back last night, Chen Xing was tired, so he had no time to think about anything else. He took a warm bath. Tired, Chen Xing fell asleep early. At this time, except for the pain in his legs, he was in good spirits. Last night, he slept until dawn. It was rare that he didn't wake up in the middle of the night.
Looking at the time, it was only about six o 'clock. After washing up, Chen Xing remembered that he didn't know whether she called or texted him last night. He went into the room to take his phone. Seeing that there was no missed call or text, Chen Xing couldn't help feeling disappointed.
"It seems that Zeng Jing still has a knot in her heart. Maybe she still blames me." With a trace of bitterness on his face, Chen Xing blamed himself for being so impulsive that night. "As a man, if he can't control his pocket, what's the difference between him and those beasts?"
With a sigh, Chen Xing shook his head. "Presumably, Zeng Jing doesn't want to see me in a short time. Then I'll wait for a few days, and then I'll arrange a meeting with her. I must apologize to her in person."
Putting down his phone, Chen Xing walked to the sofa and sat down. He picked up yesterday's newspaper and began to read.
After sitting for a while, there was a knock on the door. Chen Xing was a little surprised. "Who would come to see me so early?" His secretary and driver usually arrived at 7: 30 sharp. "At this time, they shouldn't have arrived yet."
Walking to open the door, Chen Xing saw Ni Jiali standing outside. He was surprised. "Boss Ni, you're so early?"
"It's not early now. In summer, the sun rises early." Ni Jiali covered her mouth and chuckled. "But I come to work early every day. I'm used to it."
"It's only 6: 30 now. It's still early to work. Since you come so early every day, I think I should give you the Most Diligent Employee Award." Chen Xing smiled.
"Okay, Mayor Chen, you can suggest to the General Office of the Municipal Party Committee that I be included in the next Model Worker Award." Ni Jiali smiled.
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