After writing the materials for the whole afternoon, Song Qingyun was a little dazed and he was really not used to working in the office.

Writing materials is not something that people do at all, because you don’t know whether the things you write are qualified, so you must be mentally prepared to be beaten back several times.

The most important characteristic of a writing expert is to have a strong mentality. For example, Lao Wang of the office was called back twenty times last year. He was not in a hurry. The leader said it could not be used, so I will write it again. If it doesn’t work once, it will be twice, and if it doesn’t work twice, it will be three times...

In the end, Lao Zhong was so angry that he cursed.

In view of this, Song Qingyun was so anxious that he waved his hand whenever his leader asked him how his writing style was: "No, no, I didn't get high scores in writing during my studies. Please spare me!"

It is already autumn now, and the second half of the year is the busiest time for the unit to work. Various summary, assessment, literary and cultural events, and many worries. Song Qingyun is a little glad to have gone to Hongshi Village. He is a person who likes to do practical things and must be suffocated to death when he is doing things in a vain life.

Secretary Zhong just said that reminded him, yes, I have been in Hongshi Village for half a month, and now the branch secretary and the village chief do not know any of them. Is this aphorism?

"Hey, hey, hey, is this the phone number of Secretary Gong Zhenxin and Gong?" When he got off work, Song Qingyun got into the car, lit the fire, turned on the air conditioner, but did not rush to leave.

Chen Dagou moved quickly and immediately got into the car and sat in the back row. He had some intelligence barriers and could not wear a seat belt.

After dinner, Song Qingyun visited Gong Zhenxin. Seeing his condition, he asked him when he would go back to the village.

The person who answered the phone was a woman, Gong Zhenxin's daughter: "Yes, yes, this is my father's call. He couldn't see it and couldn't answer it. Who are you?"

Song Qingyun reported to her home and said that she had been to Hongshi Village for so many days and should have met Secretary Gong as soon as possible. But there were too many things and it was delayed. Today, she happened to be in the city and wanted to come over to visit the old man. Is it convenient?

Gong Zhenxin's daughter hesitated for a moment and said, "This is OK. I'll wait for you at home at 8 o'clock in the evening. I'll send you the address by text message."

After the call, Song Qingyun thought about bringing some gifts when he went to see Gong Zhenxin after dinner.

It is said that it is most suitable to visit the disease and buy fruits. The problem is that the old man has diabetes, so it is not suitable to send fruits. Buy a bouquet of flowers? Rural people don’t like this kind of unreal thing.

At this time, the passenger door was suddenly opened, and the fragrance was swelling, and a figure with the smell of el-5 sat in.

Big red and green, and the flowers are fascinating.

Song Qingyun looked closely and was shocked.

It's Luo Ting.

She came, with her flaming red lips.

"Brother Song, why are you hiding from your little sister and making people wait here every day?" The voice was so fucked that it couldn't be dissipated.

Song Qingyun's scalp was numb: "Hello, hello, am I busy? I'm outside for two days in three days."

"I am really busy with people. I like someone who is a professional person like Brother Song the most. But you shouldn't not reply to my message! Do you hate me? If I have something to make you unhappy, I can change it."

Luo Ting looked sad and waves of light flowed in her eyes.

"No, no." Song Qingyun couldn't stand it: "Have you eaten?" I'm going to have a meal, and there will be a date later.

"No, ah, Brother Song, haven't you eaten yet? Otherwise, I'll give you a face, okay?" Luo Ting twisted her body, coquettishly, holding Song Qingyun's arm and shaking it.

Song Qingyun didn't expect that he could get such a result by asking casually: "This... I'll treat you, otherwise, let's go and eat KFC, I'll treat you."

He is a kind and kind person who doesn't like to refuse people, let alone a woman.

"Okay, okay, thank you Brother Song. I haven't eaten kfc for a long time. But I heard that eating fried chicken will make you fat, so it's not beautiful! Brother Song, please treat me to a meal. Is this a date?"

Song Qingyun rolled his eyes in his heart, "You're so beautiful, why do you make an appointment?" The reason why I chose KFC is that the place is located on the ground floor of the Commercial Plaza, and there is a parking lot at the door, so there is no need to find a parking space everywhere. Second, I will pack it myself and say goodbye to the world.

As for whether you are afraid of gaining weight or not, what does it have to do with me if you are fat or not? As for whether you are beautiful or not, please, Comrade Luo Ting, you can't see your true face at all, so I naturally have no way to judge.

KFC is not far away, and it takes five minutes to drive. As soon as I stopped the car, I saw Chen Dagou with a furry face jumping from behind. Luo Ting was so scared that she was: "Who, who are you? When will you get into the car? Do you want to scare people to death?"

It was strange today. Chen Dagou didn't say a word in the back seat. Luo Ting only talked to Song Qingyun and didn't see him.

Song Qingyun said: "Don't be afraid, this is a fellow villager with an elegant personality."

Luo Ting looked up and down at the middle-aged man with a leopard head and eyes, wondering, "Wenya?" Brother Song is really good at telling jokes.

In the end, Song Qingyun's plan failed. On the way here, Luo Ting had already placed an order on the mobile app in advance, and chose the Hall-eat.

There was no choice but to sit in the seat. He gave all the food to Chen Dagou. He only held a cup of coffee and drank it in small sips, which made him feel like he was living like the New Year.

"Brother Song, I met my aunt today. I don't know where I said the wrong thing. The aunt was very angry. I feel so sad. What was wrong with me? Isn't it okay for me to correct it?" Luo Ting squeezed her eyes hard, but she couldn't squeeze out tears.

"No, no, she is a little moody, you don't know when the old man will turn against you." Song Qingyun thought for a while, and felt that it was not a solution for him to just escape in Luo Ting's matter, and it was not done by a real man.

People send flowers to their office every day, but now they have made jokes and there is no place to put their faces on them.

That's right, since we've sat together today, we've just opened up.

"Oh, that's it. Auntie is old after all. I'm also a girl, I can understand."

Song Qingyun smiled and said, "What are you saying? Luo Ting, if you don't come to me, I really want to ask you to talk about this. First of all, I am Xiao Luo's friend. Xiao Luo called me yesterday and said that you proposed to break up with him. Xiao Luo was very sad."

"Yes, I broke up, and he and I didn't feel it. He has been chasing me all the time, but I have never promised him anything." Luo Ting said with a smile: "Brother Song, I like you. I can't force my feelings to come, and there is no need for you to feel embarrassed."

Song Qingyun: "Yes, yes, freedom of marriage, freedom of love. Since you and Luo are not married or even have no certain relationship, if you like others, no one has the right to point fingers. But..."

"Puchi."

"What's wrong?" Song Qingyun frowned slightly.

"Brother Song, you speak so seriously, like an official. So majestic and handsome!"

Song Qingyun's head was a little bulging.
Chapter completed!