This place is not far from home, and it only takes about ten minutes to walk home.
Fu Weilun turned his gaze to Song Congxin and said calmly, "Comrade Song, get in the car."
On the way back, neither of them spoke and the car was very quiet.
After arriving at the place, Song Cong politely got out of the car to express his gratitude.
Looking at the man standing in front of the car window.
Fu Weilun looked unpredictable, and said calmly: "Comrade Song seems to be paying too much attention to our children."
Hearing his words that sounded like a question, Song Congxin's eyebrows and eyes became cold and he remained calm.
He said softly, "Comrade Fu Yu's ideas on work are mostly the same as mine, and we get along very well."
Fu Weilun turned his head and looked at him steadily.
He was not satisfied with his answer. At today's meeting, he paid more attention to Fu Xiao than to his work.
"Although Comrade Song's interview results were excellent, he should have stayed in Anyang County. Why did he come to the municipal government?"
Song Congxin's eyes stirred, and he looked over, "Secretary, people always want to move up."
"It's good for a person to go to a higher place."
But this is not a high place. If you want to go to a high place, you should go somewhere else.
Fu Weilun's face was covered with a thin layer of ice, with a sneer on his lips, and his deep eyes stared at the young man in front of him who spoke without a single mistake.
There was a hint of coldness in her voice. "You are from the Song family in Beijing. You should recognize her face. No matter what your purpose is, I advise you to stop your dangerous thoughts."
After saying this, Fu Weilun suppressed his emotions, chuckled, and said in a light tone: "I'm sorry, Comrade Song, parents always pay too much attention to their children. If there is any misunderstanding, please don't be offended."
Although he said sorry, the coldness in his eyes could not be ignored.
After saying this, he started the car and drove away.
The sky gradually darkened and lights shone from afar.
Song Congxin lowered his eyes, his dense eyelashes drooping, hiding the emotions in his eyes in the mixed light.
There is no misunderstanding.
He did approach Fu Yu with a purpose, and thus approached her.
But she is so smart and so distant from outsiders.
Plus, there are so many smart people around her.
How could he possibly get close to her and fulfill someone else's impossible wish?
Yes, it’s a luxury.
Knowing clearly that it is just an impossible dream, should he continue to approach others with a purpose?
Fu Yu, what a good person, not just at work.
Normally he would want to be friends with people like this.
Fu Xiao is a person who wins your heart at first sight.
The better you get to know her, the more your heart will beat.
But he is so despicable?
Song Congxin tightened his five fingers, veins bulged on the back of his hands. He closed his eyes, trying to suppress the regret that suddenly welled up in his heart.
...
Starting from the next day, as if knowing that she was good at taking meeting minutes, Fu Weilun directly asked her to follow in on some simple meetings.
She would also be asked to help write some less important manuscripts.
This was a bit difficult for her, although she had written some high-scoring essays before, but after all, essays in later generations all relied on imagination.
This kind of documentary manuscript is quite difficult for her.
But she has good writing skills, and after experiencing several failures and knowing which words should not be written, she was able to get the hang of it.
In just one week, I can write some wonderful articles.
That day, Fu Weilun called her into the office and handed her some newspapers to read.
After she left, one of the people in the secretariat walked up to Feng Shuheng and started muttering, "This secretary's niece is different. She's only been here for a short time, but she's already writing a manuscript. She didn't even take an exam, and went straight into the office. Sigh, comparison is the thief of anger."
Feng Shuheng looked up at him, the jealousy in his eyes was so obvious. How come he didn't know before that this colleague was so narrow-minded.
He sighed softly: "That girl has no official position and no salary. She just comes here to kill time."
"She might leave in two days. Besides, our work is so easy while she's here. Why do you think that?"
The man's face instantly turned red, he didn't know where to put his hands, and he stammered: "Really? Haha, I don't know."
Feng Shuheng didn't show it on his face, but in his heart he labeled him as someone he couldn't have a close relationship with.
In the office, Fu Xiao finished reading the newspaper and asked in confusion: "Third Uncle, why are you showing this to me?"
Fu Weilun took off his gold-rimmed glasses and chuckled, "Write some articles these days and submit them to the newspaper to see if they can be selected..."
Fu Xiao didn't ask him why, but just nodded and said, "Okay, I'll write it when I get back."
"No need," Fu Weilun lowered his head and continued to process the documents, his tone calm: "You can write in the office, there is manuscript paper in the corner."
Watching her sitting on the sofa and beginning to ponder, Fu Weilun's eyes showed an ambiguous expression.
Since you are excellent, you should let everyone know what you are hiding...
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