Ding Ergou's Arbitrary Life

"What's the matter with you? What's the matter?" Ke Zihua saw that Ke Wenhao's face was not very good. He pulled a stool and handed it to him.

"Huazi, this time my brother is really on the market. You heard about the demolition of the high-tech breeding center.".

"Well, I know about it. Isn't it just started? What does this have to do with you?" Ke Zihua threw the fishing rod on the ground and turned to ask.

"Well, I put in more than six million yuan. If it is demolished, I will lose all my money. I have just come out of the District Committee, and our new secretary has even been exempted from my office director. Damn it, isn't this forcing me to the last ditch?"

"No, you wait, what do you say, how much did you put in? More than six million, where do you get that much money? " As soon as Ke Zihua listened to this friend's words, he was very upset immediately.

"It's not borrowed. I know the owners of several farmers. They came to me when their capital turnover was difficult. I helped to contact several banks, but the loan process was very slow. Later, they borrowed money from the financial management company, and I took some benefit fees from it. As soon as I saw it, the money would be turned around. I told my relatives and friends, They all send money to me, let me go out and give me the benefit fee. Damn it, but I signed this note. Now the breeding center is demolished, I'm thinking, how many people can you find for me to come back with me? Is this demolition possible? " Ke Wenhao was about to cry.

"You are so confused. The money is so easy to earn. Go and go.". Ke Zihua, clean up.

Don't accompany me. I'll go another day. Ke Zihua and his success left without further delay, pulling Ke Wenhao out of the door first.

After getting on the bus, Ke Wenhao began to contact his debtor. Grandma, after a circle of contact, he got through a phone call. The other three couldn't get through the phone. Ke Wenhao was very worried about whether these people were hiding from him.

"By the way, what happened to your new district party secretary?" Ke Zihua is now very concerned about Ding Changsheng. As long as it is about Ding Changsheng, he has to find out. The reason why he has just failed to ask this matter in front of success is that he is worried about success.

Can we succeed without much consideration? Although he is the most intimate relationship with Ke Zihua, he still takes Ding Changsheng as his friend in the subconscious of success. When Ke Wenhao just mentioned Ding Changsheng, he was automatically ignored by Ke Zihua. Now Chenggong feels that Ke Zihua has something to hide from him, and now he doesn't report everything. Many things are made by Ke Zihua, which makes success very dissatisfied At the same time, it is a little helpless.

Ding Changsheng's meal was tasteless. After eating in the canteen, he went back to the office and wanted to have a rest. However, as soon as he closed his eyes, Wu Yuchen appeared in front of him, and he and Wu Yuchen did not reach the level of intimacy. However, since he knew that her leg was injured, he had been thinking about her.

After thinking about it for a long time, he finally found Wu Yuchen's mobile phone number. He was ruthless and dialed in the past, but he was always in a state of no answer. Ding Changsheng called twice, and they were all unanswered, which made Ding Changsheng feel disappointed.

He put the mobile phone on the table and reclined on the back of his chair to sleep. At this time, the mobile phone suddenly rang. Ding Changsheng didn't look at it. He picked it up and connected it, "hello..."

"Did not disturb you to rest?" Cao Bing asked in the phone, but he felt sweet for Ding Changsheng to answer his phone so quickly. It turned out that I was so important in his heart that the phone rang once.

"Oh, it's OK. How are you? Have you eaten yet?" Ding Changsheng heard that it was Cao Bing. Thanks to his quick reaction, he almost asked how the other party's legs were?

"After eating, I'm calling to tell you that I've rented a house. I've asked for leave today. I'm going to clean up in the house. Are you coming back tonight?" Cao Bing is very coy asked, she does not know how to say this, last night just had that layer of relationship, today to take the initiative to call the man to ask him to come back? What's the matter with yourself? Can men look down on themselves? Will he feel hungry and thirsty, but all his worries are unnecessary.

"Let me check the work. If it's early, I'll go and send me the address.". Ding Changsheng didn't give her permission because he was still hesitating whether to go to the provincial capital in the evening. However, as the head of Baishan District, he had to ask for leave when he went out. If he was not in the unit, it would be a very serious problem. First of all, he could not leave his post without permission. Now that the relocation of the breeding center is imminent, many things are pressed together, so he hesitated.

"Well, I'll wait for you.". Like a little daughter-in-law waiting for her husband to go home, Cao Bing hung up the phone, held the phone tightly in both hands, and happily hopped on the floor for several times before lying on her back on the big bed.

In this room, the only thing that belongs to her is this bed, which she bought in the home center after running all morning. Everything else can be paid attention to, but only the bed can't pay attention to. When she was with Ding Changsheng last night, she was enjoying the impact that Ding Changsheng brought to her, and worried about whether the bed under her body could withstand the two people's madness Because only she knows, in fact, the bed she sleeps in is the template on the two benches. If the bench broke or the template broke last night, it would be a great disappointment.Ding Changsheng gave her the money she didn't move. She bought the big bed with her own money. When she sat in the home center, her heart was shaking. Slowly, she lay on her back and felt the temperature of the bed. In the bustling place of the home center, she even imagined that the man was pressing on himself and wantonly. He could, that was his power I'm his woman.

Thinking of all this, her legs could not help clamping, rubbing up and down, until someone approached, she remembered that this is the home center, do you really like men bullying yourself?

No, what I like is not a man, but him. First of all, he is the second. She defines herself like this. I like his woman, not a slut.

Everything was in a hurry last night, so today she took a day off to clean up the house. The red sheets and towels in the room made her face red, like a bride.

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