Life With You

Yuan Bao said as he drove: "She is still very strong, usually only child, and the second generation of this kind of high-ranking official. Nine out of ten are from home to eat. When I have an accident, the following will turn into a pot of porridge. In terms of point, I almost admire her."

George Sheng stared at the back of Yuan Bao's head, and said with a smile but a smile: "You are helping her to speak nice things again."

Yuan Bao wore a golden bell-covered iron cloth shirt and was not affected at all. He threw the conversation back directly, "Don't you think Song Xi is quite calm?"

George Sheng kept his gaze away, his thin lips pressed together, and he replied with no change in joy and anger: "Make do."

There was a touch of helplessness in Yuan Bao's eyes. George Sheng was a rare compliment. It was already very good to get him to make do with it.

The car drove all the way from Haiwei Group to a newly opened hot pot restaurant on the third ring road, got off the car, and went straight to the private room upstairs. The door was opened. There was a huge space. By the window was a round table with ten seats. There were already two people sitting at the table, both men.

The one on the left is a rose-red half-sleeved T-shirt, with bright eyebrows, and the corners of the lips are upright; the one on the right is wearing a white shirt with meticulous cufflinks, and only has a button on the neck. The look is still handsome, but obvious Less publicity, more calmness.

Seeing George Sheng and Yuan Bao come in one after the other, the former raised his eyebrows and said, "Yeah, say Cao Cao Cao Cao has arrived. I just told Bo Yan that some people say treats and come in more than the guests. Tonight, hurry up and leave the place for you to pay the bill."

Yuan Bao greeted the two people on the table with a smile, and both of them responded with a smile.

George Sheng walked towards the main position, and said as he walked, "I just went to Thailand, why did I even have the surgery?"

He laughed at the yin and yang of the other party's nymphomaniac, Chang Jing didn't change his face, and immediately replied: "If I want to do it, I must pull you to do it together. Good brothers are blessed and enjoy the same difficulties."

As he said, he suddenly raised his chin toward the man in the white shirt opposite, "Is it, Ruan?"

When the voice fell, Ruan Boyan's face was as usual, and the clouds were calm and light: "You are hard, you are hard twenty-four hours a day."

Yuan Bao picks up music from the side, George Sheng takes out the cigarette, Yuan Bao wins over the lighter, and takes a cigarette. George Sheng sits lazily on the back of the chair, listening to Chang Jing and talking about the mountains.

Chang Jingle laughed and said, "You all know this, who did you ask about?"

Ruan Boyan said: "Whoever doesn't know you in a club? I will not be a cultural company and change to medicine. I will hire you as a health care product spokesperson at a high price."

The corners of George Sheng’s obvious lips curled up, as if he was listening to the excitement. He took a mouthful of cigarettes. He spit out white smoke and narrowed his eyes. He said half-truth, “Don’t hurry up, it’s better to hit the sun if you choose a day. He signed."

As soon as he said this, Chang Jingle turned his head to look at George Sheng, and changed his serious face a little and said: "Hey, listen to Boyan, what happened to you?"

George Sheng said ‘um’.

Chang Jingle smiled and said, "Yes, you can swallow it all because of such a big fat?"

George Sheng said: "The old fox does not miss the lion's mouth."

When speaking outside, everyone was very careful and would not mention the names of sensitive persons, but everyone in the room knew everything about it. The old fox was talking about Cheng Deqing.

When George Sheng went to Panzhou, he was in time for Chang Jingle to go to Thailand. He only came back today and everyone gathered for dinner.

After chatting for a few serious words, Chang Jingle suddenly lowered his voice and said: "I heard our old man say that Song Yuanqing suddenly admitted to corruption recently, and it is estimated that he will be sentenced within this week. You said that the case was investigated for several months. Song Yuanqing hasn't confessed, so why did he confess it suddenly now? This crime is confessed to a sentence of seven or eight years in prison. Is he crazy?"

Chang Jingle is a real offspring of high-ranking officials. They are not the second generation of officials. Starting from his grandfather’s generation, the governor of northern Hebei, his father is the president of the current Yecheng Procuratorate, and his grandma is a senior judicial official, that is, from his mother. The family is in business, otherwise the whole family will be officials.

It is said that there are officials everywhere in the night city, and that depends on the gold content of the official position. For families like Chang Jingle, ordinary officials must raise their faces to cater.

Ruan Boyan came from a culturally wise family, and would not know if he did not inquire carefully about the affairs of this circle.

Today is the first time he has heard of it. Hearing this, he was calm and mixed with a meaningful tone and replied: "At first, we said that he was corrupt. My family members were very surprised. We had to set up a cultural company before and wanted to invite him to be a guest. Come, my dad prepared a set of four treasures of Shunzhi's study and sent it to him. Not only did he ask someone to send it back, he also gave a piece of calligraphy to wish us a good business. At first, the family thought it was just trying to catch it. A few years passed in a flash, and he never took the initiative to contact us."

Chang Jingle also looked puzzled, "During his reign, his word of mouth has been good. This time he was reported by his real name. Everyone was guessing who was trying to fix him. Anyway, I don't believe that he will be corrupt, but he actually I admit it, what's the trouble?"

At the last sentence, Chang Jingle looked at George Sheng.

George Sheng finished his last puff of cigarettes, his eyes dropped slightly, while twisting his cigarette butts, he said: "We have no interest in dealing with him, and he can't get in, because it doesn't matter what we get in, I care more about it. Who is the one mentioned, can it be used."

Don't look at the identities of the three people on the table. The backgrounds are very different, but most people don't know how to say about friends. Whether they like to see the facial features or not, it depends on the three views.

The three of them are not only very close friends in private, but also business partners. Of course, many businesses don't clearly state their names, but the real money that flows into their pockets every month.

George Sheng broke the conversation, and Chang Jingle soon followed his new ideas to chat. Everyone rarely cares about Song Yuanqing. This is the most realistic person who takes the tea cold. What everyone cares about is always in place. That person, as for who that person is, whether the surname is Song, Chen or Wang, does not matter.

There was a lot of serious and non-serious talk, and George Sheng asked inadvertently in the middle: "Why do you have to come to this store? I didn't see how delicious the food was."

Looking at the plate of ancient pineapple meat in front of him, George Sheng made it clear that he was a little disgusted.

No matter how Chang Jingle opened a small stove for him, he gave him a whole table of Chinese food in the hot pot restaurant. He is famous for being picky.

Hearing this, Chang Jingle said without thinking: "You ask Boyan, he has to come."

Ruan Boyan lowered his head to rinse the clear soup pot in front of him, and said without raising his head: "You listen to him farting, he is fond of a waiter here, he must choose this place all his life."

George Sheng didn't eat and couldn't stay idle. He lit another cigarette. The fox's eyes curled slightly. He said in a mocking tone: "If you like it, you buy it. Why bother?"