Excellent beauty's personal security guard

Zhao Jianhui raised his head and smiled at Dongfang Wenjing: "now that I know who did it, I don't believe you can't find him? What are you playing with me? "

"Cluck, aren't people waiting for your instructions? You just had a drink with their father. Who knows what you think? If I misbehave, can you spare me? "

Zhao Jianhui snorted and whispered, "you know." Then, he looked at the two people lying on the ground and said, "Xiaoyu, take people and throw them away. Liu Peng... You'd better keep him alive. Since he doesn't walk according to the rules, let him sit in a wheelchair and save trouble for his father."

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help taking a deep breath when he looked at Xiaoyu taking people away. Sometimes he was not a cruel person, but many people thought he was a good temper. This appearance is not a good thing.

In the evening, Zhao Jianhui followed Dongfang Wenjing to her home. It was a small two bedroom house not far from the company. In order to facilitate her rest, she bought it.

After entering the door, Dongfang Wenjing bent down and took slippers. The plump buttocks tilted in front of Zhao Jianhui through the white skirt. The rounded buttocks and deep groins were very beautiful. The slender legs were separated. The light from the front penetrated the skirt, so that people could see the hidden scenery under her skirt from the back.

Before straightening up, Zhao Jianhui stuck close to her from behind. Dongfang Wenjing's body trembled and said softly, "no, I haven't taken a bath yet..." the voice of rejection was more attractive, which moved Zhao Jianhui deeply, lifted her skirt and touched it with both hands

The next morning, Zhao Jianhui received a call from zhuolan: "is that you? I'm scared now. Can you accompany me? Forget it, if it's inconvenient, don't come... "

Zhao Jianhui sighed in his heart and said secretly that he really blamed himself for this thing. Yesterday, in order to take care of Li Chunming's face, after leaving with Ding Ding, something made him angry again when he returned to Zhao Xiaoting's ward. Zhuolan's thing made him forget behind the spoon. Her mother has just died. She must have a lot to do. I don't know if Li Chunming wants to arrange someone to help her

Thinking of this, Zhao Jianhui replied, "where are you now? Is it at home or in the hospital? I'll be right there... "

"Oh... Well, I'm in the funeral home. Aren't you in the hospital? Call me directly when you arrive. " Hearing this, Zhao Jianhui promised to pass. Zhuolan's tone was still full of happiness, but it was not easy to hear that the happiness was suppressed because of his mother's affairs.

"Who, husband, called so early in the morning?" Dongfang Wenjing turned over, reached out and hugged Zhao Jianhui, muttered, and her eyes were still tightly closed.

"Oh, it's the girl yesterday. Her mother has been sent to the funeral home. There are only her and her father in their family, and there are no relatives and friends around. They want me to help do something. I'm going out right away. You get up and eat by yourself later." Zhao Jianhui got out of bed and began to dress.

Dongfang Wenjing propped up her neck, dragged her cheeks with her snow-white palm, looked at Zhao Jianhui and said, "Oh? Is that girl beautiful? Now she is also very poor. If she can think of you at this time, it shows that she has a little meaning for you. Hee hee, if she feels good, just accept her. If you're afraid sister long knows, why don't you let her come to my company first? "

"Nonsense what? You don't have to remind me of long Lingyun. I don't mean that at all. " As Zhao Jianhui spoke, he went into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, then returned to the bedroom, leaned down and kissed Dongfang Wenjing's face: "I'm leaving, you should get up..."

"I can't afford it. I have to sleep a little longer. I was hurt by you yesterday... My whole body is still sore. Anyway, I'm the boss, and no one dares to deduct my salary." Dongfang Wenjing said, turned over and fell asleep again. Zhao Jianhui shook his head funny. Last night he asked like crazy, but today he skipped work and didn't go to the company. Fortunately, he was a boss. If he was a small employee, his salary would not be deducted by the boss?

After going out, Zhao Jianhui called Ding Ding and asked him to go to the funeral home. After all, if there is something, I still want him to do it. After arriving, Zhao Jianhui knew that Li Chunming sent a deputy director of the general office to help decorate here. Zhuolan's fear is actually spiritual loneliness. His father's ability to fight is not as good as her. Maybe he drank some wine and was still sleeping on the sofa alone.

Maybe the deputy director followed Li Chunming yesterday. After seeing Zhao Jianhui, he gave a polite greeting: "Hello, leader Zhao. Leader Li said that at noon today, he will come with a group of people from the southern Guangdong provincial Party committee and the municipal Party committee to send Mrs. Zhuo on her last trip..."

Zhao Jianhui nodded and knew that Li Chunming did this not only to send the bitter old man, but to turn zhuolan's mother's memorial service into an education conference for cadres in the whole province.

Zhao Jianhui doesn't know how effective this can be, but it's better to do it than not to do it well. Education is not omnipotent, but it's always better than no education. Some officials do not have much thought of serving the people, but bureaucracy and hedonism are very serious.

"When you came, I was very afraid when I thought that I would never see my mother again from now on. There were many people in the room just now, and I slept for a while, but I forgot everything. But when I woke up, I was more and more afraid. I didn't have any friends, so I had to call you..." maybe I felt a little abrupt when I called Zhao Jianhui and saw Zhao Jianhui coming, Zhuolan explained softly that her pitiful appearance really made people feel pity.

"It's nothing. I can understand your mood. I also have moments of losing relatives. The feeling of loneliness is unbearable. If you want to cry, cry... "After losing old man Liu, Zhao Jianhui was like zhuolan for a while. When he thought of the old man's care and love for himself, Zhao Jianhui's heart felt as if it had been torn apart.

"The son wants to raise but the parent is not here", that feeling of decline, not everyone can feel.

"My tears have dried up. I won't cry any more. My mother said that I will learn to be strong and live a good life in the future..." although I said my tears had dried up, two lines of hot tears still flowed down zhuolan's cheeks. Resisting the urge to hold her in his arms, Zhao Jianhui sat beside her silently without saying anything, just sitting with her and her

"You... Are you a big official? Does what we said count? " After a long silence, zhuolan wiped her tears and asked faintly.