What? My wife’s unspoken rules have come true?

Chapter 27 You are so brave! (Seeking for further reading)
The pancakes are fragrant.

Cheng Fang swallowed the pancake dryly with one hand, but stared blankly at the chat history.

We can't talk to each other in seconds, but it's outrageous to respond to everything!
This can all be returned! I can reply to this kind of message.
What kind of attitude should toys have?
[You were stunned for a while, but soon became ready to act. Director Wu always caught you off guard, and you felt that you had some strange courage. 】

[Faced with Director Wu Wanqing’s unexpected rhetorical question, you choose to send it.]

[1. Oh, let me teach you, just call me master first; 2. I don’t know; 3. Director Wu Wanqing, actually I am your toy; 4. It’s up to you]

Cheng Fang didn't rush to make a choice. After eating the pancakes, he clapped his hands and threw the plastic bag into the trash can. This time, he only had options two and three, and options one and three seemed strange.

Cheng Fang couldn't help but raise his head and glance in the direction of the Propaganda Department, which was separated from the text and was real.

On the main road in Beijing, buses come and go, and it is very noisy. The small courtyard of the Propaganda Department is in sight.

Cheng Fang thought that if he entered the unit and followed the steps step by step, he could smoothly turn his dream into reality, right?
No, he still has too many permissions that have not been unlocked. There are so many mosaics in the world of Zhoumu. If he can log into the future Internet, push open the door that restricts him, and breathe the fresh air of the future, my God, all the permissions will be unlocked. This will This is almost equivalent to opening up the whole map field of view, which is not too happy. He can't sit still and wait for death.

So you don’t have to worry too much about the choice this time. This is a score-giving question.

Now that the matter has come to this, Cheng Fang firmly chose an option.

Although the young man is still a little shy in his heart, he is indispensable for the exciting excitement.

He raised his head and saw Director Wu Wanqing's home court in front of him. He took a breath and looked from a distance.

There are two old buildings from the 1990s in the compound of the Propaganda Department. Although the walls have been painted, there still seems to be traces of the times. The iron gates are tightly closed, and only a small communication room on the left has a one meter open door. At the small entrance, several Santanas drove in one after another.

Cheng Fang always felt that he was in the wrong place. It was too far away from the office environment he imagined in the text. The high-rise buildings and urban white-collar workers were very different. There was not even a guard at the door, just an old man, not so much the propaganda department. This place is more like an old run-down neighborhood.

The front door is bare, without any sign.

Cheng Fang blinked and tentatively walked in behind a middle-aged man.

"Hey, wait a minute!" The receptionist stuck his head out of the window and frowned, "Who are you looking for?"

Cheng Fang said hurriedly: "You are the Propaganda Department here, right? I am an intern this year. I was called to report at nine o'clock this morning. My name is Cheng Fang."

The uncle in the reception room picked up the landline and made a call. After more than ten seconds, the uncle put down the phone, nodded to Cheng Fang, and handed over a registration form.

"Please sign here. The one you signed up for today is in the innermost corridor of the second floor of the gray building on the southeast side. Just go directly there and don't wander around."

"Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome."

The atmosphere in the institutional compound is different from that of ordinary companies. Here, the hierarchy has always been very clear, and the idea of ​​​​crushing people to death by the official level covers all aspects.

Colleagues would nod silently when they met, and at most they would call the leader "Director" or "Director" when they saw him, and they would rarely say anything unnecessary. Everyone in the system would act like a slut, making it difficult to get along with each other.

Gray building.

Second floor corridor. Cheng Fang saw a sign with the words "Information Bureau" on the wall, but there were several small offices inside. He didn't know which one to enter. As he was hesitating, the sound of elegant high-heeled shoes suddenly came from behind him. When he turned around, he thought, uh , I couldn’t hold the phone firmly in my hand, Cheng Fang stumbled and almost dropped it!
Maybe there is such a thing as fate in life!

Why did I meet Director Wu when I first came to the unit? How could it be such a coincidence! It was obvious that he had just done something bad, yet he was asking someone to call him master through the network cable!

The reality is a bit sluggish, young people have a guilty conscience and their eyes are a little wandering.

It was Wu Wanqing who was still wearing black high heels. She paused for a moment and looked at him, her expression obviously confused.

"Please ask."

Still remember him! Cheng Fang pretended to be calm and asked him, "I'm here to register for internship today. Which office should I go to?"

Wu Wanqing's brows relaxed, and the corners of her rosy mouth slightly curved, "Cheng Fang? Xiao Cheng, right? I didn't expect you to come here for an internship."

Cheng Fang was stunned, and the Internet hit hard, but the reality must be submissive. He even scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "Wu, Sister Wu, I just came here to report, and I'm looking for a place."

Wu Wanqing searched briefly and nodded, "What a coincidence."

There was a pause, and both of them were silent for a moment. Wu Yuanqing stretched out her little hand very gracefully, and took the lead in introducing: "Well, by the way, we will be colleagues from now on. Let me introduce you formally, Wu Yuanqing, I also work in the Information Bureau of the Propaganda Department. "

"Cheng Fang, I am just a senior at the National People's University this year, interning."

Cheng Fang doesn't have the confidence to use open-mouthed toys at this moment. He is very reserved. After all, he is the director of the department!
Wu Wanqing nodded and smiled, "I'm still a junior."

After shaking hands and saying a few simple polite words, Wu Yuanqing led him into a nearby office. A clerk in casual clothes immediately stood up and said hello, "Wu, Wu."

Wu Wanqing was very easy-going, smiling, and very friendly as a leader. She raised her little hand and pointed back in the air, smiling, "Xiao Li, this is the new intern in the office. Please take care of me. Director Liu is here." Ask him to come to my office."

Xiao Li, who was called the clerk, nodded quickly to show that he understood.

Then Director Wu Wanqing raised her hand and looked at her watch. She might be a little busy, so she turned to Cheng Fang and said, "If you have anything to ask Xiao Li, my office is on the second floor, so I'll leave first."

She is naturally easy-going in the office, and Director Wu Wanqing is always very charming and smart in a suit.

Cheng Fang looked at Director Wu Wanqing's back in a daze.

The clerk surnamed Li couldn't help but stare at Cheng Fang several times. Xiao Li greeted him familiarly, dragged him a chair, and asked him to sit down with a smile.

Then soon, a young man, a girl, knocked on the door of the office and came in. "Excuse me, is this where the internship registration is?"

Xiao Li raised his eyelids nonchalantly, nodded without even standing up, and casually pointed to the chair over there, signaling her to wait.

Sure enough, Wu Wanqing's charm is obviously more than just superficial. She is in the Central Propaganda Department, the deputy director of the Central Propaganda Department. At this age and at this level, what is the concept?
It’s not something you can sit on just because you have the ability!
The system is like this, it depends on the dish.

Director Wu Wanqing showed a little kindness, but the words were not that profound.

After actually entering the Propaganda Department, Cheng Fang couldn't help but take a breath, feeling how brave he was!
Do you treat Director Wu as a toy?
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