Beauty's Devil Guard

Zhao Xing pondered slightly, recalling the mysterious young man Xiao Yi he met on the road. Then he raised his head and said everything slowly to the old secretary Zhang Weimin.

"According to you, someone saved my life on the way." Secretary Zhang thought for a while, and the wrinkles on his forehead were tightly twisted together.

"The young man was so strange that he wrote a prescription when he left. I don't know if it's useful?" Zhao Xing thought of Xiao Yi's line of words and began to wonder.

"Oh?" After Zhang Weimin was stunned for a while, his old face showed some interest: "I didn't pay attention to my diet when I was young, and I was too busy to exercise. Over the years, Chinese medicine and Western medicine have seen a lot, but they have not achieved much. How dare a young man have the courage to write a prescription for me? "

Zhao Xing stood up and said, "I'll get it for the secretary. You can see it."

"Well, let me see." Zhang Weimin seemed to be a little tired. After saying this, he closed his eyes and lay down.

Zhang Weimin is just a little curious about a young man's prescription. However, I didn't have much confidence from the bottom of my heart. After so many years of treatment, the root of his old disease has not been effective. Gradually, Zhang Weimin knew that this old disease could not be cured.

Zhao Xing ran back to the Audi and got the little book. After reading the cursive script written by Xiao Yi, he gently laughed and murmured: "this line of characters is really good, just a little cursive. I don't know many words yet. "

All the way trot, Zhao Xing quickly took the book back to the sick room.

"Old secretary, do you think it's useful?" Zhao Xing handed over the book in his hand and said respectfully.

Zhang Weimin gets up slightly, leans back on the hospital bed and takes the book handed over by Zhao Xing.

Lazily open the book, turbid eyes powerless to see the past.

Zhang Weimin, the old secretary, just took a look. His turbid eyes were bright, and a fine light emerged. Then, the voice trembled slightly, and told the driver Zhao Xing, "come on, come on, help me sit up."

Zhao Xing a Leng, don't know just after the operation of secretary Zhang how so good interest. However, he did not dare to disobey Secretary Zhang's orders. Immediately, he held Secretary Zhang on the bed.

In the process of this small action, Secretary Zhang's eyes did not leave the book in his hand from the beginning to the end. And, the eyes are more and more bright, more and more bright.

Secretary Zhang took out the book, his hands trembled slightly, and a trace of ecstasy appeared on his face. For him, the whole world, only the hands of a book.

Zhao Xing, the driver, sat beside him with his mouth open. He has been serving the old secretary Zhang Weimin all these years. He has never seen such a big mood fluctuation.

In the ward, it was quiet for a moment.

In this way, it lasted half an hour. Secretary Zhang's eyes were moist, and a line of tears came out. He patted the thigh in the quilt hard, and the voice trembled: "good, good, good."

Zhao Xing sat on one side, but his face was full of fog and water. He said, "old secretary, what's good? Is this prescription useful?"

The old secretary general took a breath, let his tears run down his face, and began to roar: "idiot, of course, the word is good. It's so good. It's better than any contemporary calligraphy I've ever seen. You see, the strokes are continuous and varied. Every word flies, showing the edge of a sharp sword. "

Zhao Xing heard more and more misty. He was a rough man and knew nothing about calligraphy. Immediately, can only be a bitter smile, said with a smile: "well written words, that secretary you cry what?"

"Tears of joy."

Secretary Zhang said these four words slowly, but then he grabbed Zhao Xing's sleeve and asked, "are you sure this line was written by a young man?"

Looking at the situation of the old secretary, Zhao Xing couldn't help thinking about it again. Then, he nodded his head and said, "when he wrote this line, he wrote it in front of me. Besides, this book belongs to me. It can't be left on me in advance. It seems that he was in a bit of a hurry at that time, so this line was completed at one go. I don't know calligraphy. I just think the words on it are hard to recognize. "

"Fool." When Secretary Zhang heard Zhao Xing's words, he was furious and yelled, "do you understand calligraphy? Do you understand wild grass? You've been following me in vain for so many years. Why are you still such a wooden head? "

Zhao Xing looked at the furious Secretary Zhang and said, "Secretary Zhang, you have to pay attention to your health."

Looking at Zhao Xing's aggrieved face, Secretary Zhang immediately shook his head and exclaimed, "since I retired, I have been immersed in calligraphy for many years. From the Eastern Jin Dynasty to the Ming and Qing Dynasties, how many calligraphy masterpieces have I collected. However, after reading today's flurry of cursive script, the famous posts I collected in the past are all rubbish, rubbish and excrement... "

This meeting, Secretary Zhang said, is heartbroken. It seems that there is no disease just after the operation, and there is no stable style of a generation of old secretaries.Zhao Xing's pupils dilated and his nose and eyes were all squeezed together. Secretary Zhang's words were too shocking. Is this still the old secretary that everyone respects?

Zhao Xing blinked and shook his head.

"That young man, I absolutely want to find. What's his name and where does he live? " Secretary Zhang, who is in charge of Zhao Xing's thoughts, said in a hurry.

At this moment, Zhang Weimin is no longer the old secretary of Jiang Hai, but just a fan of calligraphy.

Zhaoxing mouth involved, hesitated for a moment, or open the honest way: "don't know what his name is, also don't know where he lives. Secretary Zhang, it was a chance encounter. "

"Go and call the old cow over to me. Even if I turn the river over, I have to find the young man." Zhang Weimin, the old secretary, clenched his fists and said firmly.

Lao Niu, of course, is the current Secretary of Jianghai city and the elder brother of Jianghai politics.

Zhao Xing looked at Secretary Zhang, who was already in a crazy mood, hesitated for a moment, then picked up his mobile phone and dialed Secretary Niu again.

Late at night, Secretary Niu rushed to the hospital again.

At the end of September, Xiao Yi was very leisurely and spent the whole day in Yuanda driving school.

The driving school's learning plan is very compact, so that Xiao Yi, who is a complete idiot for driving, quickly integrated into the driving school's intense learning.

The only thing that makes Xiaoyi's life a little passionate is to come back from learning to drive every day. Xia Wei, a beautiful nurse in the hospital, always cooks a large pot of chicken soup.

Drink chicken soup every night, and then flirt with beauty nurse Xia Wei, life is extremely beautiful.

It's Zhong Xiaoyu, the daughter of gold, who has been very busy these days. One is to help her mother with her business, and the other is that her birthday is coming. The 18th birthday is very grand in the circle of CHILDES and ladies in the upper class.

After all, there is also a rite of passage at the 18th birthday party.

Therefore, Zhong Xiaoyu's mother and daughter began to secretly prepare for Zhong Xiaoyu's 18th birthday dinner. Jianghua group as the leading enterprise of Jianghai, Zhong family is a person with a head and a face. This kind of grand dinner naturally has to be the focus of the event.

However, in the political circles of the whole river and sea, it has already turned upside down. Xiao Yi's wild grass is well known. In addition, it has been framed by Secretary Zhang and hung in the lobby of his home, which is called God's post.

Secretary Zhang, as a spiritual leader of Jianghai political circles, has long been famous for his God's message.

Many important government officials in politics, whether they are born to love calligraphy or are influenced by Secretary Zhang. We all have a large collection of famous calligraphers and calligraphy. This copy of God's post was famous at the beginning, and everyone in the circle was frantically looking for the original author.

However, after all, it can not mobilize the police force of the whole province. At the end of September, Xiao Yi, the original author of God's post, was not found.

The rubbings of God became popular. No matter whether they really like calligraphy, or in order to ingratiate themselves with the old secretary Zhang Weimin, they all came to Zhang's home to make rubbings. Later, Secretary Zhang secretly hid God's post for fear of damage to the original.

For a moment, the price of rubbings of God's posts in the circle began to rise rapidly. Every government official is proud to have the rubbings of God's note.

In the government building, the important people who have the rubbings of God's calligraphy are always high spirited. The officials without the rubbings of God's calligraphy have been frowning all these days.

In this way, the key officials in the government building of Jianghai, the big and small officials in Jianghai political circles, are even more crazy about the original work Xiaoyi.

Tomorrow will be the last day of the end of September. The sun is much softer.

Xiao Yi skillfully practiced the last car in the driving school, skillfully stepped on the brake and put out the fire. After these days of study, Xiaoyi can be said to be handy for driving.

As a generation of concealed weapon master, the flexibility of hand and brain is incomparable. Once started, Xiaoyi driving can be described as elegant, sharp turn drift everything. In Xiao Yi's hands, the steering wheel seems to have become one with him. It seems that it's a bit of a car man integration feeling.

In front of the driving school principal's office, Xiao Yi knocked on the door. Then, politely stand aside and wait.

But Xiao Yi's ear power is excellent, and there is a sound of knowing how to dress in the office. A man's big breath, and a woman's breath.

Xiao Yi knows that this is the headmaster's daily activities before work. With a smile, he sighed: "it's really something for a secretary, nothing for a secretary."

"Come in." Two minutes later, the door of the office opened slowly. Shang Xiaohong, Secretary of the driving school's principal, had not blushed his blushes. He opened the office door and stood in a shyness.

Xiao Yi laughed, then went in and saw the bald headmaster who was sitting on the chair and pretended to be calm. He opened his mouth and said, "headmaster, are you going to Xiaohong again?"

I have to say that the name of Shang Xiaohong is too good. Her parents, it seems, have already calculated that Shang Xiaohong has this day.Shang Xiaohong of the office, the blush of the blush is more intense. But the bald headmaster coughed and said, "what's the matter with you coming to me today?"

"Anyway, it's not a rush to get a little red with you." Xiao Yi laughed and then said, "I'll say goodbye to you. I feel that I've become a good driver. Driver's license or something. It's all done. Take it. "

Bald headmaster slightly a Leng, and then looked at shangxiaohong, said: "Xiaohong, Mr. Li's driver's license are done?"

"It's done."

Shang Xiaohong goes over, opens the drawer, and then takes out the driver's license that has already been done for Xiao Yi,. Then, he sent it to Xiao Yi with a low brow.

Xiao Yi took his driver's license, then gave the bald headmaster an evil smile and said, "it's OK. You'd better go on Xiaohong."

Leaving this sentence behind, Xiao Yi turned around and strode out of the driving school principal's office.