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Chapter 1424 Carry out the ambiguity to the end

Originally thought that today was the last day of the holiday, Long Lingyun would definitely come back with the child.However, after returning home, Zhao Jianhui realized that he had become a loner.Since Dafeng and Erfeng were by his side, he didn't ask for guards, nannies, or chefs at that time. Now they all followed Long Lingyun back to the capital, and the whole No. [-] courtyard was quiet after the vast night, which seemed extraordinarily quiet.

If I had known that I would have eaten outside and came back, now I have to turn back...

With a low sigh, Zhao Jianhui turned around slowly, but he heard a soft and sweet voice behind him saying: "What's wrong? Is there no one at home?"

"Oh, it's Minister Le, you just came back? Hehe, my wife has returned to the capital, I forgot about this problem... Have you eaten yet, why don't you let us vent your anger and eat something..." The person behind is Le Jing.

The weather at this time has a relatively large temperature difference between morning and night. When I came back from the airport in the afternoon, I thought she was wearing a silver suit, but now she was wearing a long woolen suit. Skirt, the kind that covers most of the thighs from the shoulders. The skirt is very long, and the hem reaches to the knees. The clothes are very fat. You can't see her beautiful figure at all.

Zhao Jianhui was surprised that Xiang Xiang, a woman with a beautiful face and outstanding figure, would wear such a dress.

The moon is dim yellow, hanging on the treetops, like an oval pink golden egg, but the moonlight is as cool as water, it seems that there is no trace of impurities, and the night sky is somewhat cool.

"Go to my place. I drank a lot of wine at noon and ate something light in the evening. I don't want to go out to eat..." Le Jing walked forward as she spoke, but she didn't hear the footsteps of the person beside her. Turning her head, Seeing that Zhao Jianhui was still standing still, he couldn't help snorting and said, "What's the matter with you? Are you afraid I'll eat you?"

This is not what an organization minister should say to the secretary... Actually, it is not what a woman in her 30s should say to a normal man.There was a bit of resentment and ambiguity in these words, which made Zhao Jianhui unable to answer, but he had to follow her forward.In fact, Zhao Jianhui really didn't want to go to her place. He went to a mature and charming single woman's house at night, not because he was really afraid that Le Jing would eat him, but because he didn't have much confidence in his self-control in front of women. .

Le Jing's home is in the second row on the left. The layout is basically the same as the two-story building where Zhao Jianhui lives, except that there are two rooms missing.

"You do it first, I'll change clothes..." After entering the living room, Le Jing asked Zhao Jianhui to sit on the sofa, but went upstairs by herself.After a while, she changed her clothes and came down. She was wearing an apricot yellow home shirt, which was also a very loose one. She stabbed her feet and pulled a pair of pink slippers. As he walked, he held a leather case and stretched his arms behind his head, tying his loose hair.

"What do you want to eat? My cooking skills are not very good. It's okay to fry two home-cooked dishes and finish the egg noodles." While doing these actions, she asked.

From where Zhao Jianhui was sitting, one could clearly see that the half of her thigh exposed outside the home clothes was very white, very crystal clear, very round, very tight and strong.

"Oh, whatever you want, I'll eat whatever you do. If you eat for free, what's the point of being picky?" After a glance, Zhao Jianhui quickly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and said.

"I think you are an idiot..." When Le Jing said this, her voice was very low, but Zhao Jianhui could hear it clearly, so Zhao Jianhui lowered his head and took out a cigarette.

"If you want to turn on the TV, you can watch TV for a while. If you don't want to watch it, there are books on the shelf at the back..." Le Jing walked into the kitchen while talking, and after a while, she heard the sound of clanging vegetables being cut.

Zhao Jianhui stood up and walked to the bookshelf on the west wall of the living room. There were many books on it, most of them were "Organizational Procedures Law", "Organizational Procedures Compilation" and so on, and some of them were "A Dream of Red Mansions", " "Journey to the West", "The Count of Monte Cristo", "Jane Eyre", "Red and Black" and other props to decorate the facade.

On the bottom row, there were two photo albums. Zhao Jianhui picked them up casually, sat back on the sofa and opened them. They were full of beautiful pictures of Le Jing, but most of them were at meetings or when attending some activities. Those reporters took photos and gave them to Minister Le. They are beautiful, but they are a bit rigid, more than quiet but not agile.

It wasn't until he opened another photo album that Zhao Jianhui really saw the little-known side of Le Jing. Most of the photos in this photo album were life photos, some in the park, some in the mountains and forests, and others. There are a few chapters that were clearly taken in the living room, hey... These few photos were taken in the bedroom, the scale is a bit out of bounds, it seems to be Le Jing's selfie...

Just about to look back, she stretched out a pair of slender palms from behind the sofa and held them down: "These photos are not good, so don't look at them."

Zhao Jianhui smiled submissively and said, "If you say you don't want to watch it, then how shameful am I?" While talking, Zhao Jianhui turned his head, the tip of his nose almost touched Le Jing's red lips, and then turned back immediately .

Her head was very close to Zhao Jianhui, blowing like blue, a few mischievous long hairs hanging down from her neck, gently scratching Zhao Jianhui's face, itching and crispy feeling.Before Zhao Jianhui looked at her, she didn't seem to realize this.

Zhao Jianhui quickly tilted his body to the outside, keeping the top of his head away from her face.

Before Zhao Jianhui could sit upright, Le Jing suddenly grabbed the photo album and took it to the side far away from him.While walking towards the kitchen, she was still saying, "I won't let you see it! If I say I won't let you see it, I won't let you see it!"

At this moment, Zhao Jianhui almost wanted to laugh. At this moment, Le Jing, how could she look like a middle-aged woman who was almost 40 years old?Is there any demeanor of a provincial and ministerial level official?She's clearly a little girl who hasn't grown up yet!

Suddenly, Zhao Jianhui regretted coming here with her.Drink tea quietly, without moving...

"Why don't you watch TV and don't talk? I thought you were angry and left?" Le Jing came over with two dishes and put them on the coffee table in front of Zhao Jianhui, Le Jing asked him.A plate of fried bamboo shoots, a plate of fried meat with celery, a faint aroma wafts over, the taste is very authentic Shandong cuisine.

"I learned how to make it, and I don't know if it tastes right. You can try it..." She said this, because she knew that Zhao Jianhui grew up in Province S, which is the birthplace of authentic Shandong cuisine.

Zhao Jianhui took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand to the fried pork with celery: "It's delicious, so I'll taste it first, you don't know, since I came to Hedong Province, no matter where I go Going to eat always smells like old vinegar..."

"Pa..." Zhao Jianhui's fingers were slapped open by Le Jing: "What are you doing? Who told you to taste this? Wait a minute and I'll get the chopsticks....Really, sitting here motionless, really I became a guest..."

Seeing the back of her quickly walking into the kitchen, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but smile wryly, and said to himself, am I not a guest in your house?If you don't treat yourself as a guest, what do you think of it?

When she came out again, Le Jing was holding two plates in her hands, and one of the hands holding the plates was holding two pairs of chopsticks: "Take it... we won't go to the restaurant to eat, sometimes I just I like to eat here, watching TV while eating..." Putting down the plate, she looked at Zhao Jianhui hesitantly and said, "Would you like some red wine, I still have a bottle of Visa..."

"Let's stop drinking. Didn't you say it yourself? You drank a lot of wine in the morning, and now you want to eat something lighter." Zhao Jianhui shook his head and quickly rejected Le Jing's proposal.With such a big beauty, it's better not to touch that stuff, wine is a matchmaker for sex.

"That's fine, I thought you were going to drink, but I don't want to drink either. Wait a little longer, the water will boil up immediately, and I'll make noodles." While talking, Le Jing stood up and walked into the kitchen .However, no matter how Zhao Jianhui looked at it, he felt that when he said he would not drink, there was a trace of disappointment on Le Jing's face.

This meal, what Zhao Jianhui ate was tasteless.It's not that Lejing's cooking skills are not good, on the contrary, the Shandong cuisine she learned to cook is very authentic.But the more it looked like this, Zhao Jianhui felt that it was hard to swallow the dishes she had worked hard for herself.It's not that she doesn't understand Le Jing's thoughts. If she said that she didn't have the urge to push this woman, she would be lying to herself, but there are too many women around her. Besides, Le Jing is different from ordinary women. At the age of 40, he became the head of the organization department of a province. With his toes, he thought that there was someone behind this woman.For a person like her, it's better not to provoke her.

Le Jing's appetite was very small, and she had already stopped eating. She just sat opposite and watched Zhao Jianhui eat with her cheeks in her hands.Zhao Jianhui finally put down his chopsticks, patted his stomach and said with a smile: "This meal is very good, thank you Minister Le for your kindness, next time you have the opportunity to eat at my house, you should try my wife's cooking too....It's very late, I I'm going back..." While talking, Zhao Jianhui stood up.

Le Jing couldn't help giving him a blank look, and said in a low voice, "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

"What? I did it on purpose? I didn't say anything, did I?" Zhao Jianhui said with a bit of a silliness.

"Forget it, let's go quickly, there are tigers in my room that can eat people..." She may be disappointed, but there is no reason to keep Zhao Jianhui, but she is a little angry when she hears Zhao Jianhui deliberately mentioning Long Lingyun .