Sandalwood marks

The car was not far from Jingli Hotel. Wen Langying, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, raised his left wrist and looked at his watch. Seeing that the time was only 09:30, he thought for a while and took out his mobile phone to call Mr. Zhang.Mr. Zhang has a fixed schedule, and he doesn't go to bed until after ten o'clock every night.

"Grandpa, I'm Langying."

"Langying, why are you calling so late?" The voice was majestic.

Mr. Zhang was flipping through some internal publications in the study, when he heard his grandson's voice coming from the microphone, his face showed kindness.

"I had dinner with Lihui from Shijia tonight. I want to put the project in the county under his jurisdiction."

"Oh, the historian made a promise?" Mr. Zhang didn't have any surprise on his face. He was very assured of his grandson's ability to handle affairs. Make the most suitable choice.

"Yes, historians are interested in the position of the mayor of the city in the southeast." The corners of Wen Langying's mouth rose slightly, and it was easiest to talk to grandpa, and the grandparent and grandson could often understand each other's thoughts with just a few words.In terms of tacit understanding, Wen Langying is a little bit behind Grandpa.

"The historian's ambition is not small." Mr. Zhang's eyes flashed brightly.Southeast City is the largest economic city in the coastal province. If Lihui succeeds in taking that position, as long as there are no major mistakes during his tenure, he will be a member of the territory, and then he will be qualified to enter the center.That is to ascend to the heaven and ascend to the highest authority.

"Lihui has this potential." Wen Langying is optimistic about Shi Lihui.

"Well, I see. I'll talk to Huang Chun." Mr. Zhang agrees with his grandson's point of view.

Huang Chun is the mayor of Wuhai City, who was brought up by Mr. Zhang.The project took care of the historians, but when Huang Chun failed, someone had to come forward to appease him, and it would be best for Mr. Zhang to come forward in person.

"Thank you, grandpa!" Wen Langying smiled this time showing her teeth.

"Don't thank me. Come and spend time with your grandma when you have time. Your grandma hopes that you will always be by her side." Mr. Zhang on the other end of the phone is also in a good mood.

"Understood, I will definitely go back to the capital when I have time, as long as my grandma doesn't force me to go on blind dates all day long." Wen Langying twitched his lips. He is only 29 years old, and marriage will be considered in at least four or five years.

"What's wrong with making a decision early? You'll be thirty next year, and you can stand at thirty, and you can take your time to consider candidates." Mr. Zhang is not as eager as his old wife about his grandson's marriage.Wen Langying's private life was covered up very well, and there was never a single word of bad rumors. Mr. Zhang was very relieved and never asked questions.

"Grandpa, I understand that before the age of 35, I will definitely find you a satisfactory granddaughter-in-law."

Wen Langying has made good arrangements for her future. It is just right to get married at the age of 35. After giving birth to a child, it will take 30 years to grow into a talented person, just to succeed her at retirement age.

After talking on the phone with her grandfather, Wen Langying dialed the cell phone of her biological grandfather, Mr. Wen.

"Langying, are you still in Wuhai? Are you back in Shanghai?" Old Man Wen's voice was more friendly than that of his father-in-law.

"I just left Wuhai City, and I'm about to get on the elevated road. It's estimated that I can arrive at Shanghai at eleven o'clock." Wen Langying told her location.

"Go back to the mansion?" The Wen family has a five-story villa in the high-end residential area of ​​Shanghai, where the old Wen family lives all year round.

"No, I'm going to host a meeting at the company tomorrow morning, so I'll live there." Wen's family has more than one villa in Shanghai. Wen Langying lives in a villa near the company except that he must go back to the mansion during the Chinese New Year.

"Oh, come back for dinner that Sunday. Your grandma misses you very much." Mr. Wen also misses his grandson, but he knows that young people nowadays pay attention to the freedom of living space, and they don't force their grandson to accompany the old man and the old lady.

"Understood, grandpa." Wen Langying's voice softened, and he didn't mention the matter of the historian to his grandfather, because he didn't need it, and he didn't need to disturb old man Wen.

Since his son and daughter-in-law's plane crashed, Mr. Wen's health has been declining day by day. Five years ago, he underwent a major operation and recuperated at home after being discharged from the hospital. He seldom interfered with the company's affairs. Since then, Wen Langying has been in charge of everything about the Wen family.

After talking with the elders on the phone, Wen Langying opened his mobile phone and looked through the two documents sent by Secretary Mo yesterday.I was delayed by something last night, so I didn't have time to read it.Choosing a lover is a need in life, but it is nothing more than a formality.Lover, it's just a condiment.

It took 5 minutes to read the information, which was too fast. After reading it, Wen Langying's face pulled down a little, and he frowned and called Secretary Mo's mobile phone.

"Secretary Mo, how did you choose these two?"

"Boss Wen, what's the matter? They are in good condition in all aspects." Secretary Mo felt hairy when he heard the boss's displeased voice.

Wen Langying gritted her teeth: "It's very good. Makeup is comparable to Concubine Fan." What he was looking for was a male lover, not a man who looked like a ladyboy.

"..." Secretary Mo wanted to cry. There are not many handsome men with good qualities, so who would put pressure on men?

"Forget it, take this matter slowly."

Wen Langying's words made Secretary Mo feel lighter. "Yes, Mr. Wen, I will continue to pay attention."

Putting down the phone, Wen Langying glanced out the car window, looking at the rapidly receding scene, somehow, he remembered the young man he saw at the intersection of traffic lights in Wuhai City yesterday evening.The young man has short black hair, good skin, and slender legs. When he looks in his direction, he is full of defense, like a newly grown cheetah on the grassland, with a graceful and alert demeanor.

Why can there be outstanding handsome men in the small city of Wuhai, but Shanghai, whose population is six or seven times larger than Wuhai, can't find one?It must be that Secretary Mo's vision is not good. When he is free, take some time to search, and he will definitely find the right one.

Wen Langying thought about it, and suddenly shook his head, because he realized that he was so impressed with the young man who happened to glance at the traffic light intersection, that he firmly remembered his clothes and expression at that time.