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The location of Zhao Yaoyaoyao is located in the alley on the east side of Wanghai Community. A teahouse with a small storefront is not big, antique, and not afraid of the alley with the aroma of wine. It is very deep inside. Fang Sheng turned around under the guidance of the waiter and walked into a small private room. There was no light, butter candles were burning on the table, and the small space was filled with a hazy freehand atmosphere. Zhao Yaoyao held his cheek with both hands, staring at the candlelight in a daze.

"I ordered a fish-flavored shredded pork set for you," she said. "The Longjing tea in this teahouse is good."

Fang Sheng asked: "What are you eating?"

She shook her head, and her tone felt helpless: "I don't eat at night, it's very hard to maintain my body shape...why I'll eat some with you."

Only at this moment did she look like a real, cute and tender girl next door.

While eating, she asked some details of the materials needed. The Propaganda Department did not consider making him a typical example and promoting him. Instead, in a theoretical article exploring the positioning of college students' village officials in talent training, she used Fang Sheng as an example to explain the importance of the village officials' experience, so she should understand his working and living in Fangtang Village.

After he almost finished eating, Zhao Yaoyao also put away his notebook and said, "That's all for the time being. If you don't understand, call you later."

“Welcome anytime.”

He rinsed his mouth and drank Longjing tea again, just waiting to praise the "good tea", but unexpectedly, her next sentence almost made him choke.

"You have a two-year agreement with Xiaorong?"

Fang Sheng smiled bitterly: "You... are really talking about everything, even this."

"It's almost two years?"

"This matter is a long story..."

"Tell me slowly, it's a long time tonight." Her face was flushed under the candlelight, with a unique charm.

In the first semester of his senior year, Fang Sheng and Zhou Xiaorong were worried about where they would go after graduation. Zhou Xiaorong's father Zhou Junwei was the executive deputy director of the Bijiang Provincial Department of Finance and a high position and power. He had also met Fang Sheng. Although he did not make a clear statement, he also expressed his approval in his words, and he vaguely suggested that if Fang Sheng develops in Bijiang Province, it would be fine to be promoted to the department level in the future.

"Isn't it very good? Why give up?" Zhao Yaoyao asked.

Fang Sheng smiled: "If I were really liked by that, I would not be Fang Sheng that Zhou Xiaorong liked, and I think it would be a good thing to tie my future with someone..."

At that time, the Fang family was facing a more troublesome choice - Fang Hua graduated from graduate school, but failed in the exam for the doctoral exam and civil servant exam, and he was unwilling to go to the company, so he could only find a way for his parents. Fang Chizong was a battalion-level cadre retired. According to the practice, he went to the local area without taking a job and only enjoyed the treatment of a regular subject. Although his comrades in the group were enthusiastic to help, the officialdom had its own ecology. The ceiling of the activities of section-level cadres was at most at the department level, and no matter how high it was, it was not enough. Therefore, after running around for more than half a year, his comrades finally replied that they could only protect one of their two sons, and the other one would find a way for a few years.

Fang Chizong could only do Fang Sheng's ideological work. First, his traditional idea believed that the eldest son was the eldest, so of course this opportunity was given to Fang Hua first. Second, his girlfriend Ren Shuhong passed the civil service exam and went to the Youth League Committee. The Ren family insisted on waiting for Fang Hua's work to be confirmed before getting married.

Fang Sheng had no reason to refuse, only Xiao Lan muttered softly, "It is better to find a job for graduate students than undergraduates." No one paid attention to her, Fang Chizong had the final say in the Fang family. As a result, Fang Hua passed the internal examination and entered the Law Enforcement Brigade of the Drug Administration with a professional position through an internal examination.

Things are troublesome. If Fang Sheng's work was going well, Zhou Xiaorong could beg his father to use his relationship to stay, but he arranged two people to work at the same time. After all, Zhou Junwei was out of reach in other provinces. In desperation, Zhou Xiaorong had to return to Bijiang City, the capital of Bijiang Province as his father wanted. It is conceivable that during the choice, the two quarreled countless times, had a cold war, and shed tears...

Seeing that the work had not been implemented for a long time, Fang Sheng was extremely anxious. At that time, ten counties and cities were recruiting college students in colleges. Half of them were angry and half panic. So he gritted his teeth and signed up, and then simply passed the written test. There were not many college students who signed up, and basically they could be hired by registering. Finally, they were assigned to Fangtang Village, Huanghai County.

The separation from graduation is about to happen, and the two had a serious talk and finally reached a two-year agreement: within two years, Fang Sheng could return to the provincial capital to work, so Zhou Xiaorong tried to come from Bijiang Province; if he could not return to the provincial capital, Fang Sheng had two choices, one was to work in Bijiang Province, everything was arranged by Zhou Junwei, and the other was to break up decisively.

After hearing this, Zhao Yaoyao thought: "No wonder Xiaorong attaches great importance to the two-year appointment... There are only five months left, so is there a way to return to the provincial capital?"

Fang Sheng sighed: "I believe in miracles, but miracles will not always come to me."

"I can't go back, how do you choose?"

"If I were considering going to Bijiang Province, I agreed to Xiaorong at the beginning, so why bother to go around a big circle?"

"Um."

At this time, the candlelight was beating, and Zhao Yaoyao gently pulled the candle wick with a toothpick. His pretty face, slender fingers, moving eyes, and the face with a faint halo of hair under the candlelight. Fang Sheng's mind was unconsciously flashing:

In the Ming Dynasty, I often had the joy of fighting grass, and I could cut the lanterns and sweep my eyebrows.

Zhao Yaoyao felt his eyes, and lowered his eyelids shyly, and his cheeks became a little hot for a moment. The box was silent, and occasionally the lights made a "bomb" sound.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Fang Sheng smiled and said, "You asked me so many questions in one go. It's my turn to ask questions. I'm not sure if I don't answer them. The first question is whether you have a boyfriend?"

She shook her head without hesitation.

"Why are you working in the Huanghai? Do you want to return to the provincial capital?"

She turned the cup with her right hand and said for a while: "It's hard to say, it depends on the opportunity."

Taking a deep breath, Fang Sheng said: "Maybe you will be unhappy, but I must mention it, about my dad..."

"I'm really angry!"

Although she said that, there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and she changed the topic and said, "I have a college classmate who also works in Bijiang. I told me something two days ago..."

Fang Sheng was heartbroken: "What?"

"She said Xiaorong is very busy recently."

"She is in the Cultural Relics Department of the Cultural Bureau and does not participate in cultural inspections, so why are she busy?"

Zhao Yaoyao didn't say anything, took a sip of tea and said, "Did you two have contacted each other this week?"

Fang Sheng remembered that from Monday, because of Secretary Han's sudden attack, he was in a state of chaos in the following few days, and discussed with Zhu Zhengyang from time to time to deal with Huang Youguo's revenge. On the other hand, he was nervously thinking about the restructuring plan of Zhenfeng Seaweed Factory, but forgot to contact Zhou Xiaorong.

But what's strange is that Zhou Xiaorong did not take the initiative to send text messages or say hello on QQ, let alone call.

What exactly happened? Fang Sheng felt unintentional panic.

Although he did not dare to expect a miracle to happen, he still longed to be transferred back to the provincial capital before the two-year agreement, and reunited with Zhou Xiaorong, got married, and had a child. The two of them were sweet and happy to stay together forever.

"Call her, it's also a big deal to promote the deputy mayor," said Zhao Yaoyao.

Next, I chatted about some of my college life back then. It was mainly Fang Sheng who said that when Zhao Yaoyao heard it, it was almost twelve o'clock. Both of them realized it was too late. For two single men and women who were not in a romantic relationship, it seemed a bit ambiguous to talk at this point, so they hurriedly got up and left.

At this time, the lights jumped, and the two of them left their seats and brought a gust of wind. The candle flashed for several times and turned off, and the private room was pitch black.

Fang Sheng didn't expect to use his mobile phone to illuminate it. What's strange is that Zhao Yaoyao is the same. The dark and dark hands naturally pulled together and groped to go over and open the door.

Her hands were smooth and delicate, and surprisingly soft, as if they could hold them tighter with endless force. At this moment, Fang Sheng suddenly understood what softness was like without bones. She didn't resist and let him hold them tightly, and even leaned slightly towards his body.

When she opened the door, a waiter rushed over in the corner in the distance. Almost at the same time, she struggled slightly, and her little hands slid out of his palm like a little fish.

On the way to send her back to the community, neither of them spoke. They didn't know what to say, and were afraid of destroying the rare tacit understanding. They arrived at the corridor of the building where she lived, and she said "goodbye" quietly, and then quickly went in.

Fang Sheng looked at her background in vain and suddenly felt that her waist seemed a little thinner than Zhou Xiaorong's.

Sin, sin!

Fang Sheng gently slapped himself in the face and secretly scolded him for being nothing.

When he came in the evening, Fang Sheng booked a room in the express hotel not far from the community, and walked for about ten minutes. While walking, he thought about the reason why Zhao Yaoyao suddenly reminded Zhou Xiaorong to be busy. Could it be that he was hinting at something? Thinking of her knowing that she even had a two-year appointment, she felt that the content of the exchange between them was even deeper than she had guessed.

After leaving the community, cross the road to the alley opposite, you will see the neon lights in front of the Express Hotel for a few minutes. Suddenly, three black shadows popped out of the alley on the right, just surrounding him in the middle.

The man in charge was hoarse: "Mayor Fang is really good at picking up girls. He let our brothers blew the cold wind for more than four hours."

They were secretly monitoring Zhao Yaoyao!

Fang Sheng said calmly: "What do you want to do? There are 110 police cars nearby."

The man on the left looked disdainful: "Stop coming, this is not Santan Town!"

The man on the right smiled grimly: "It's useless to die here!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" The man in charge waved his hand, "Someone asked me to say something, so that you are not allowed to interact with Miss Zhao in the future, otherwise, hehehe, the consequences are terrible."

"How scary?" Fang Sheng asked back.

The man in charge heard the ridicule in his voice, and was not angry, saying, "Our brothers must have some real skills, otherwise wouldn't we let Mayor Fang underestimate it?"

"Yes," the man on the left echoed, "I'm going to scratch two on my face, but I think it's better to scratch three. We are not three of us, one with one knife."

After hearing this, Fang Sheng guessed that they were not scaring people, but trying to be serious. He was very upset that he did not set Yan Huajie's mobile phone number as an emergency contact, and it was too late to dial.

The leader was facing Fang Sheng. Seeing that his right hand reached into his pocket to get his cell phone, he immediately showed his dagger and stepped forward. Fang Sheng subconsciously retreated, but unexpectedly he was hit by their Taoist.

The three of them have been working together for a long time and have extremely rich practical experience. Just now, the man in charge of the leader lit the dagger to attract the attention of the other party, but the man on the right actually took action!

A figure flashed, and the man on the right rushed over quietly and kicked Fang Sheng hard on the waist. Fang Sheng was caught off guard and staggered to the ground. Then the man in charge stepped on his cheek and said coldly:

"Mayor Fang, is the three swords slashing on the left or right face? Or the left and right one, or the left and right two?"

Fang Sheng gritted his teeth and twisted his feet hard. The guy's legs were really hard, and he couldn't move like an iron pillar. His eyes turned cold and he waved his dagger and stabbed Fang Sheng straight!

It's over! Fang Sheng sighed inwardly.
Chapter completed!