Sadness came so suddenly, like a needle in, she awkwardly introduced herself: "I'm Wang Xinyi, the one you sent me back to the general office last time."
"Oh, it's you. I'm sorry. I didn't recognize your voice just now." Uncle Yu's tone was a little more gentle.
"It's OK. I'm too abrupt. Thank you for sending me back last time. I want to invite you to dinner in the evening. I don't know if you have time." Wang Xinyi boldly and directly invited, or found a small excuse.
"You're too polite. It's not worth mentioning. You don't need to eat. You're the boss of the eldest lady. I'm honored to serve you." Uncle Yu has a good attitude towards her and speaks politely.
Wang Xinyi's face was stunned, and two words immediately popped up in his brain, straight man!
It turns out that these two words are not legends. There are really such unromantic men in the world.
Wang Xinyi, who is eloquent, is suddenly mute. He can't find a more powerful excuse to ask him out to meet him.
"Don't you want to have a meal?" Wang Xinyi couldn't find a reason and asked with great loss.
Uncle Yu was silent for two seconds over there, then replied, "if you want to eat, I'll invite you."
"Ah?" Wang Xinyi thought he had heard it wrong, and his eyes widened: "how can I let you invite me?"
"I'm also embarrassed to let a woman invite me to dinner." Uncle Yu's voice sounded a little embarrassed.
Wang Xinyi understood and immediately chuckled: "well, where shall we eat in the evening?"
"I know a place, but I don't know if you would like to go and eat hot pot." Uncle Yu is also a real person.
"Well, I like hot pot. Send me an address and I'll go." Wang Xinyi was happy to win the prize at the moment, and nodded happily.
"Then I'll give you the address later. Hang up first. I have something to do here." Uncle Yu finished and hung up.
Wang Xinyi grasped his mobile phone and his face bloomed in spring.
She thought her plan was going to fail today. Unexpectedly, Liu'an Hua Ming is another village.
Wang Xinyi is happy to find someone to share. She immediately thinks of Lan Yanxi. She feels that she is no longer a girl in love. She can't tell her mind. Finally, she digests the joy alone and looks forward to the first date with Uncle Yu.
Yang He's heart has been broken. She found an opportunity to see Ling Mofeng. Far away, she saw the man sitting at the conference table. He was dressed in formal clothes and speaking seriously. Yang he suddenly saw the man's big hand on the table. Even though she was far away, she could still see the man wearing a ring on his middle finger....
Yang He's heart, a fierce pain, she stared at, sad.
If other men wear a ring, she may guess that the other party only needs to wear a diamond ring to set off the clothes, which doesn't mean that there is any special meaning. But this ring is worn on Ling Mo Feng's hand, but it is of great significance, indicating that the woman who made him willing to wear the ring has an irreplaceable position in his mind.
Yang he wants to cry and cry. He knows that Ling Mofeng has admitted that Lan Yanxi is his wife. Yang he can't continue to work here. She finds a colleague to replace her. She turns around and runs out.
"Lan Yanxi!" She clenched her hands and gnashed her teeth. This name, as if from the beginning, has become her shadow. At first, she envied her money. Later, she was jealous that she was Ling Mofeng's fiancee. Now, she is her enemy.
After Ling Mofeng finished an important state meeting, he was called by the old president.
"Mr. vice president, I don't know if you have time. Mr. President would like to ask you to have lunch at noon." The man was polite and respectful.
"Mr. President has an appointment. Naturally, I will go." Ling Mofeng's face is as usual.
Chu lie's face was cold, and his eyes were like torches staring at each other: "I wonder if Mr. President has invited any other important members?"
"No, he wants to have a meal alone with Mr. vice president and talk about something private." The other side replied.
Ling Mofeng's face changed slightly, and he said lightly, "private affairs? I don't have a personal friendship with him. It's all business. "
"Don't worry, Mr. vice president. Mr. President is sincere this time." The other side saw their doubts and was a little eager.
"Mr. President's sincerity, we have learned many times, but we don't know what the sincerity is this time." Chu lie is beside him.
The other side suddenly doesn't know what to say. Now the situation is serious. Ling Mofeng is very vigilant. It's really difficult to invite him to meet alone.
"Mr. vice president is busy with state affairs, so I won't disturb you. Mr. president will call you in person." After the other side finished, he turned around and left without any more entanglement.
Chu lie snorted coldly: "I don't know what he wants to do, sir, to guard against him."
Ling Mofeng Jun's face also sank, and he said lightly, "I'm curious about what he wants to talk to me about."
"No matter what, it won't be a good thing." Chu lie has completely lost confidence in the old president. He can't find a chance to respect him.
Ling Mofeng also sneers: "no matter good or bad, he takes the initiative to find me, always have to face it."
Ling Mofeng returned to the office, and the office's landline rang at the right time. Ling Mofeng took a look. It was an internal call from the president's office.
Ling Mofeng picked up the landline, put it to his ear, and said solemnly, "Mr. President, are you looking for me?"
"Mo Feng, you seem to be on guard against me." The old president's voice came, shouting so affectionately. Ling Mofeng is a serious answer: "Mr. President is serious. I don't know what you are looking for me for?"
"Yes, it's very important. Ling Mofeng, I think I have to congratulate you in advance. You are going to be the next president." Although the old president's words were not reconciled, he had to admit the fact. "Mr. President is joking. The election is a serious matter. It can't be joked about." Ling Mofeng is careful to say every word. After all, there are too many pits for the old president. If he is not careful, he will jump in and be doomed. "I'm not joking.
"I'm not joking. What I said is true. For more than a year, we fought and wanted to compete for a high and low position. But what I want to say is that I didn't lose to you. I just lost to fate. I'm old, but you're like the rising sun, shining and flourishing. Ling Mofeng, you have a lot of evidence in your hands. I know that you're going to expose me before the election. I've been waiting for this day." The old president's voice calmly chatted about these shocking words.
Ling Mofeng's sword eyebrows twisted. The first feeling was that the old man was crazy.
"Ling Mofeng, I want to talk to you about a condition. I'm willing to plead guilty. Can you give the position of vice president to my nephew Wei Cheng?" The old president didn't hesitate at all and asked him bluntly.
Ling Mofeng was surprised and surprised. After a few seconds of silence, he gave a light sneer: "state affairs are rigorous. It's not a deal, let alone a deal between you and me. Mr. President, this joke is a little too much."
The old president didn't expect Ling Mofeng to refuse at once. He was a little angry that he didn't give him any room for negotiation.
"It's true that it shouldn't be a deal. Don't forget that the two factions fight and hurt the country and the people. If you really have a kind heart, you should think for the people." The old president seems confident that he can persuade him.
"I didn't start the fight." Ling Mofeng was also angry, and his voice was cold.
"If it's not you, there will be others. Who can't have two tigers in one mountain and two kings in one country?" The old president Yoyo said.
"You push your nephew to the top. The purpose is still to fight with me. Your Mu family is really a fighting family." Ling Mofeng sneers coldly.
"Wei Cheng is a good boy with an ideal. His talent should be given a bigger platform." The old president said hopefully. "Actually, you have a friendship with him.
"To be honest, your nephew used to have a friendship. He really doesn't look like a member of your Mu family. However, it doesn't make any sense for you to tell me this today. Please put the country first and the people first. If you feel guilty, you should admit your guilt and don't let your career be shamed. Don't you ever think that even if Mu Wei Cheng has a chance to sit in a high position, your existence will become a stain that he can't erase in his life?" Ling Mo Feng's words were sharp like a knife, and every word cut in the most painful part of the old president.
The old president's face froze for a moment. Obviously, he never faced up to his mistakes, let alone thought about how much impact his existence would have on his descendants.
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