His entertainment life

That night, the moon is dark and the wind is high. To tell you the truth, even brave people will be afraid to walk in the deep and secluded place. What's more, the courier, even if he is almost alone at night, is shivering.

As it is today, the wind is turbulent, and his heart is trembling. He continued to go to a deeper place, only by virtue of a rather dim candle held on the motorcycle, the document was slowly moving forward in his car. Every minute needs to be vigilant!

Rustle... What a strange sound. This kind of strangeness made him stop. He was always on the alert. In the windy night, he couldn't help getting worse chest pain, because the feeling of panic never disappeared from his body, but became more and more serious.

"Are you a man or a ghost? If it's a person, stand up and talk! " He was so scared that he had to compromise. If he met a thief in the mountain, it would be better to give him a thousand and eight hundred yuan to show up.

Rustle... It's another weird sound. But this time it didn't disappear, and the strange voice lingered behind his ears. As long as he turns his head, his voice will continue to be weird.

He was so scared that he held his hands tightly in front of his chest, and his eyes kept sweeping around. And the dark figure seems to have been teasing him, in short, the man is dark, he is bright.

The courier swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and never met such a strange thing in his life. His trembling body still pretended to be strong and erect, only for a short time. Just because at this moment he had to shrink up and squat on the ground. The figure in front of him could not see his face at all, but through the black cloak, he could feel the things in the cloak, which were very fierce, as if the next second was going to be a river of blood.

WOW! He finally could not stand it, and the motorcycle fell with him in the deep night. Only occasionally I heard two rustles, and the sound gradually drifted to the distance.

Everyone had a hard night, especially the chief secretary. His two eye circles are swollen and black, just because he didn't sleep well because of Zhang Aoyang. Eyelids always open and close, close and open again. Beside Xing Zhongru has been accompanied by him, is also a worried look.

It's sunny, windless, light clouds. This faint cloud has been hanging on the top of the chief secretary's head, as if declaring that the chief secretary has something to do, so people are lazy just like this faint cloud.

Yes! It was a very hard night. It's rare to see the rising sun, otherwise he really doesn't know if he can survive!

Think about a night of express delivery, now it should be in the hands of the superior Du Wei, right? With this excitement, he suddenly stood up from the cold and thorough table, while Xing Zhongru was still dozing by the beam of a building.

The Chief Secretary opened the door and came out. Mud outside the door about three meters, the complete shoe print still exists, all of which make him believe that yesterday's "haunted" incident is absolutely not out of thin air. But which melon skin is so boring? Boring to bully yourself? Is it Zhang Aoyang?

No... Zhang Aoyang should not come back! The goods must have been hacked to death! This is the responsibility of killers, but why haven't these killers come back to report their success?

This kind of doubt makes the Chief Secretary fidgety from this moment, but fortunately, the next good news makes him a lot more energetic.

Dong Dong Dong, three knock on the door is enough to wake up the sleepy Xing Zhongru.

"Express, please check!" People outside the door cried.

The chief secretary's eyes are wide open! So fast!

He quickly tidied up, Xing Zhongru also immediately followed him outside to pick up. Sure enough, it was an official document from Duwei.

Big people do things in envelopes, because paper letters are still the most conservative for them. After all, network letters are easy to be hacked, they still maintain this ancient way of communication for thousands of years.

Knowing that it was the official document of the Duwei, the Chief Secretary immediately opened all the letters regardless of whether there was anyone nearby. Xing Zhongru stood beside him and watched with him.

"Chief Secretary, I have read your letter. Your recent performance is very good. The general secretary has approved your promotion to the chief secretary. Please report to the main hall of Duwei in the near future. Let's talk about it slowly. " The chief secretary's eyes were wide open when he wrote for the Duwei!

The chief secretary and the chief secretary are three levels behind in charge! How many meritorious deeds do these three levels need to be promoted? If ordinary people just ask for help for the people, they may not even be promoted to three grades in 20 or 30 years. It seems that the promotion of music culture in Lanzhu city is quite considerable. Now the chief secretary is a little happy and selfless. He can no longer express his feelings in words. But he was always deep and experienced. He grabbed Xing Zhongru's hand to express his joy.

Xing Zhongru's eyes widened in surprise! She had never been so happy to see the Chief Secretary! Originally scheduled to report in Duwei's main hall in the near future, the Chief Secretary started immediately. It seems that I'm anxious to eat hot tofu. I can't stop for a moment."Zhongru, would you like to come with me?" With joy, the chief secretary had already put on his suit, and he had a top hat specially. On the last step out of the room, she suddenly called Xing Zhongru and asked if she would like to see Duwei with her.

Xing Zhongru was surprised by the chief secretary's action. Just because she had never received such an award, she hesitated to meet the Duwei. Finally, he shook his head, which really swept the chief secretary.

The Chief Secretary sighed. Since she didn't want to go, she didn't want to. Anyway, he took all the advantages by himself!

Xing Zhongru didn't know why. Originally, it was a rare condition in a thousand years. Maybe she would have a good word in front of Duwei, maybe her position would be second to none in the music city. But when she thought of Zhang Aoyang, the great God in her heart, who had been hacked by the killer sent by the chief secretary, she felt sad.

She seems to think that now she is wrong, she suddenly miss Zhang Aoyang. If she can go back to last night, she must do her best. She must tell Chief Secretary Zhang Aoyang that she has laid an ambush. But it's too late for everything.