Excellent beauty's personal security guard

It rained in the middle of the night until the next morning. There was still heavy rain outside the window, just like heaven crying.

Today is the day when Jin Yuanyuan's body is cremated. Wu Fengjiao and Jin Xin are heartbroken. The death of their beloved daughter seems to make them old as teenagers, and their spirit has collapsed.

In this case, it is really inappropriate to store Jin Yuanyuan's body for a few more days. As the saying goes, the dead are great, and the land is safe. Tu Xiong came forward and invited professionals from the funeral company to plan a series of things, including cosmetic surgery, mortuary, body farewell, cremation, geomantic omen selection in the cemetery, burial and so on.

Zhao Jianhui, along with long Lingyun, Xu Manli, Dafeng, you Xiaoran, Mei Lin, Zuo Yixuan, Lin Xuanling, Yan ruiruirui, Liu Jun, Tu Xiong and Liao Xiaoqing, escorted Jin Yuanyuan from the hospital morgue to the cemetery of Babaoshan cemetery, which was her last trip.

Wu Fengjiao's former colleagues, Chen Yan, who is still working in the Beijing office, also attended Jin Yuanyuan's funeral. Miao Xiaoxian was wearing a black suit. Her yellow hair, which was like a chicken nest, was dyed soft and straight. Her eyes were weeping and her manner was solemn. She cried with Mei Lin.

On the tombstone, Jin Yuanyuan's photo smiled at the people, with a sunny face and a brilliant face.

Standing in front of the tombstone, Zhao Jianhui said to himself with tears in his eyes, "I'm sorry, I can't kill those animals! But don't worry, I'll make their life worse than death. Your parents will be my parents in the future, and I will bring them to the end of their lives! "

Three incense sticks have been burned to ashes. There are no traces of wine and rain on the ground. Standing in front of the tombstone, Zhao Jianhui stared at Jin Yuanyuan in the photo for a long time until it was dark. Finally, he turned back in long Lingyun's worried eyes.

Seeing Wu Fengjiao standing shaking, Zhao Jianhui hurriedly came up to hold her and asked with concern, "director Wu, are you okay?"

"Governor Zhao, it's all her life. Don't be too sad..." Wu Fengjiao comforted Zhao Jianhui in turn. Before she finished, she had fainted. She tried her best to support her spirit and sent the child to where she should go. Wu Fengjiao really couldn't support it.

A continuous autumn rain gently and obliquely shrouded the whole city. On the balcony, Zhao Jianhui and Zhao Xiaoting sat on the sofa, hugged closely together and looked at the darkness in the distance. Autumn insects are flying blankly under the street lamp. In this bleak beginning of all things, in this rainy night, they have become the first victims before the arrival of winter.

The ear and sideburns made Zhao Xiaoting's body slightly hot. Several conscious twists didn't seem to pull Zhao Jianhui back from silence. With a slight sigh, Zhao Xiaoting gave up the idea of conveying her wishes with her limbs. His hands gently hugged Zhao Jianhui's neck, his mouth leaned in his ear and whispered, "I want a son too..."

Zhao Jianhui didn't understand for a moment. He turned his head and looked at Zhao Xiaoting around him. His cheeks had been ruddy. Zhao Jianhui asked unconsciously, "what are you talking about? What son? Whose son? "

"Our son, of course? You don't want one? " Zhao Xiaoting is a little embarrassed. Women who have been developed always need to be stronger. Besides, it's not a shame to have children.

Zhao Jianhui, who wanted to understand, finally showed a smiling face, looked at Zhao Xiaoting and said, "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now. You want a child. Why didn't you say it earlier? "

Zhao Jianhui's flame was lit with a touch of shame on his charming face. It seems that I haven't made out with several of my women for a long time since Jin Yuanyuan's accident. Dafeng followed herself back to Xichuan province. Ye Qiuyu, Dongfang Wenjing, Zhao Xiaoting and Fu Di knew that they were unhappy and were happy with themselves every day. However, they were like an old monk who had entered meditation, but they had no such mood for more than ten or twenty days.

It's not too much to describe the housing project of Jincheng Municipal government with great momentum. Originally, CCTV had no plan to come down and interview. It temporarily received a call from the publicity department saying that Xichuan's economy has entered the track of rapid development this year, especially the post disaster reconstruction and the housing project in the provincial capital have been done well. The superior leaders are very concerned about and concerned about this measure of Xichuan province.

Since it is the project concerned by the superior leaders, we should pay high attention to it. Therefore, CCTV temporarily dispatched elite and strong generals to interview the post disaster reconstruction of Xichuan province and the housing project construction of Jincheng city.

A deputy director of CCTV personally brought the interview team, and Xichuan province attached great importance to it. Le Yanchu, member of the Standing Committee of the provincial Party committee and Secretary of Jincheng Municipal Party committee, personally served as the leader of the reception group. People from provincial and municipal propaganda departments and television stations accompanied CCTV reporters to interview.

Zuo Yixuan was also one of the interviewees. Although her affair with Zhao Jianhui had been like this, she still didn't promise to be Zhao Jianhui's lover, nor did she want to deliberately avoid that person. Her state of mind was very peaceful, but she was busy all morning. When she had dinner at noon, she still didn't see Zhao Jianhui's figure, let alone received a phone call from him, There is still a sense of loss in my heart.

How to say, it's like a child's toy. It's usually hidden in a corner. I can't remember it when I can't see it, but once I see her taken away, my heart is very reluctant.

Although this metaphor is not accurate, for Zuo Yixuan, if Zhao Jianhui walks around him all day, she may think Zhao Jianhui is a little annoying. However, if she can't see Zhao Jianhui all the time, she misses Zhao Jianhui very much. Every time she thinks of Zhao Jianhui, there is a beautiful vision in her memory. Now he knows that he is very close, but he can't see his people. Zuo Yixuan is a little lost. He thinks that even if he looks at him from a distance, does that bastard really forget himself?

This feeling, even she herself can't say what kind of mentality it is. It may be more reasonable to say it's a morbid state.

While waiting for lunch after the interview, Zuo Yixuan felt an inexplicable irritability. He said hello to his colleagues and went out alone. The initial goal is just to walk around the street at will. It's a distraction. But as she walked, Zuo Yixuan suddenly walked to the provincial Party committee compound like a ghost.

What's the matter with me? Looking at the big sign hanging on the front doorpost, Zuo Yixuan felt suddenly enlightened. He smiled bitterly and planned to walk slowly through the gate of the courtyard and never look back.

The gate of the provincial government compound is very wide, full of ten or twenty meters, but Zuo Yixuan seems to feel that he has walked for a long time, almost like spanning a century. Although she repeatedly told herself not to look into the yard, she couldn't resist turning her head in the end.

Coincidentally, just as she turned her head, Zuo Yixuan saw the man she wanted to see most at this time. Accompanied by two or three people, Zhao Jianhui is walking towards the parking lot in front of the building.

Zuo Yixuan stood blankly at the door. Perhaps the original purpose of this trip was to catch a glimpse of Hong?

When Zhao Jianhui saw Zuo Yixuan, he was stunned. Thinking of the interview with CCTV today, he understood the reason why Zuo Yixuan appeared.

In fact, Zhao Jianhui knows Zuo Yixuan's character very well. She is also a very proud woman in her bones. From the beginning of helping her keep the house, she can strongly feel that she still refuses to agree to follow her until there is a breakthrough between the two people, which can prove that she is a very self-confident and proud girl.

After a slight hesitation, Zhao Jianhui came towards Zuo Yixuan, and the two men and women behind him stopped. Zhao Jianhui went to Zuo Yixuan's face and looked at Zuo Yixuan standing there looking at himself. Zuo Yixuan, who was a little silly, smiled and stretched out his own: "reporter Zuo, come down for an interview?"

Zuo Yixuan wanted to talk, but he didn't know what to say. He just nodded slightly. Zhao Jianhui smiled and said, "I didn't have lunch. Let's eat together. I'm just going to have lunch, too?"

Looking at him seriously and pretending that there was no abnormal relationship between the two people, Zuo Yixuan said from the bottom of his heart, "you are so hypocritical."

Looking at her elegant long hair, fit suit, white skin, close fitting narrow skirt, slender legs, shiny high-heeled shoes, holding a famous brand leather bag, Zhao Jianhui was so crazy that he didn't even hear what Zuo Yixuan said clearly.

"Wait a minute, I'll drive." Zhao Jianhui said, turning back and taking two steps, said to Xia Chunlan and Qin Liang, "I have a friend, a big reporter from CCTV. I have to bribe people at noon today. Otherwise, I don't know what to say about Xichuan Province on TV. Let's do what you said just now. He Jun, go and drive my car. At noon, you can find a way to solve the problem of eating by yourself. "

Zuo Yixuan stood by the roadside waiting. Although he couldn't hear what Zhao Jianhui said to others, he was wondering whether his decision was right or wrong. Why did I come here? Am I really destined to be his

At the thought of these, Zuo Yixuan's heart was filled with resentment. In her opinion, she would agree to Zhao Jianhui's invitation. Half of the reason was that Zhao Jianhui was too proactive and didn't have time to refuse. As for the other half, Zuo Yixuan didn't know why. He seemed to be looking forward to something happening with him.

Before long, a black Mercedes Benz car drove out of the courtyard. The driver got off. Zhao Jianhui sat in the driving position. Zuo Yixuan smashed his tongue. Now government cadres dare to drive such a good imported car?

Seeing Zhao Jianhui fall down the window and wave to himself, Zuo Yixuan calmed down and got into the car.

When she sat next to the driver's seat, a faint fragrance came. Zhao Jianhui's eyes unconsciously floated to her thighs. The beautiful legs wrapped in silk stockings were so slender and thin, and his heart jumped up.