Chapter 309: Let

The history of the Three-Level Cadre Conference held in Hengyue City can be traced back more than twenty years. It was held once after the chaos was set right, and never again since.

Three-level cadres refer to the three levels of city, county, and district. After the abolition of districts and the merger of towns, the district-level administrative structure originally established in the county no longer existed, and was replaced by town-level planning. In a sense, the current town is the original district. It's just that the area under the jurisdiction of the original district was larger, and the territory under the town is much smaller.

Three-level cadres, in the Hengyue area alone, should be three thousand people. Excluding cadres with rank but no position, the number of people who can actually attend this conference will be at least five hundred.

Such a large-scale conference, reappearing after twenty years, makes people feel as if they are in a different world.

Suddenly remembering that it would be the millennium after the New Year, a cross-century conference naturally requires cross-century handwriting, and I couldn't help but secretly admire the municipal leaders.

The main venue of the conference was the Municipal Committee Auditorium, and the participating cadres were all accommodated in the Xinlinyin Hotel.

When I reported to the conference reception desk, I saw that Guo Wei had already signed his name on the Chunshan County reporting personnel list.

The scale of the conference was too large, and all the bureaus and offices in the city had drawn some people to help, among whom Huang Weiwei was assigned to the reception group. After I signed my name, I looked up and saw Huang Weiwei standing in front of me with a smile, handing me a room key.

"How many people are staying?" I asked, carrying my suitcase. The meeting was for three days, and although the weather was cold, I still had to change clothes. The city is not like the township; in the township, no one says anything if you don't change clothes for ten or eight days, but in the city, at this level of attention, not changing clothes for three days will leave people with a laughingstock.

Everyone is talking about quality, and cadres are competing for cultivation. I can't fall behind!

"Currently, it's just you," she lowered her head to instruct a few beautiful girls to do a good job in reception, and she herself had to take me upstairs.

"Guo Wei is not staying with me?" I asked suspiciously, grabbed my suitcase, and followed her to the elevator.

"He seems to be arranged on the county-level cadre floor, not on the same floor as you," Huang Weiwei said expressionlessly, her high heels clicking on the ground.

Women wearing high heels can show the gracefulness of their figures. The hidden temperament and the seductive body will be vividly reflected in the swaying walk.

She was wearing a winter skirt, with leggings wrapped around her legs, sticking tightly to her slender legs, and her slightly raised buttocks were full of charm.

Guo Wei's administrative rank is the same as mine; we are both deputy division level. He can stay on the county-level cadre floor, implying that there must be a big change in between.

Just as I walked to the elevator entrance, I heard someone shouting my name loudly. I turned around and found it was Mao Ping, the town mayor of Maoshi Town, standing next to Deng Hanyu, the town mayor of Chengguan Town.

"Town Mayor Chen, you brat, you've made a fortune, driving a luxury car," he ran over with a grin and punched me dissatisfiedly: "I followed behind you, stepped on the gas tank, but I didn't catch up with you."

I asked in surprise: "You were behind me?"

Mao Ping laughed: "Town Mayor Deng is right. You are a second-rate person, a master who drives without a license, driving without looking at the surrounding situation. I broke the horn, but you didn't slow down at all."

I smiled awkwardly and said: "There is still ice on the road, I have to be careful."

"Careful my ass, is your speed what careful looks like?" Mao Ping turned his eyes to Huang Weiwei standing on the side, and suddenly became lewd, asking with a smile that wasn't a smile: "Your friend?"

Huang Weiwei said neither humble nor arrogant: "I am the person in charge of the reception desk, my name is Huang Weiwei."

Mao Ping wanted to reach out to shake hands, wiped his hand on the side of his pants, and seeing that Huang Weiwei had no intention of shaking hands, he had to put his hand into his pocket and said self-deprecatingly: "Sorry, leader."

Huang Weiwei smiled indifferently and didn't make a sound.

Mao Ping leaned close to me and said in a low voice: "Play a game together tonight?"

I looked at Deng Hanyu who hadn't come over, wanted to laugh, and deliberately asked him: "Town Mayor Deng's meaning?"

He nodded seriously and turned to leave.

After walking a few steps, he turned his head and asked me: "Secretary Guo is staying with you?"

I shook my head, and he returned, saying mysteriously: "He definitely won't stay with you. People are now county committee leaders, how can they squeeze together with you township cadres."

His words had words, and I was about to ask when the elevator came down. Huang Weiwei said softly: "Go back to the room and rest first."

Mao Ping squeezed his eyes at me, smiled lewdly, and made a gesture of calling.

I lived on the 18th floor, a very auspicious floor number.

Municipal leaders don't stay in hotels, and leaders of districts under the city don't stay in hotels. In the hotel, there are only us cadres from the county.

According to the rank, county committee leaders live on the 28th floor, and leaders of various county bureaus and offices live on the 20th floor. We township cadres all stay on the 18th floor.

Huang Weiwei brushed the room card on the door, with a "di" sound, the green light lit up, and she pushed the door and entered.

As soon as she entered the room, she turned around and locked the door, leaning against the desk, looking at me straight with a smile.

I threw my suitcase on the bed, hugged her slender waist with my backhand, and stared straight into her eyes and asked: "Miss me?"

She smiled shyly, avoided my gaze, and said softly: "I don't miss you at all."

"Really don't miss me?" I lewdly laughed, used a little strength on my hand, and my mouth arched toward her chest.

She giggled, tried hard to push me away, struggled for a long time, finally calmed down, and said melancholily: "Do you miss me?"

I didn't know if her "me" referred to herself or something else, so I didn't dare to answer rashly. After hesitating for a long time, I said: "You say, do I miss you? I miss you to death." As I spoke, my hand couldn't help but want to arch into her clothes.

She held down my hand, sighed, and said: "Feng, I think you have changed."

"Where have I changed?" My hand didn't stop, and finally broke through her sweater and touched her smooth skin.

"You are very naked now." Her face turned red, and she held down my hand through her clothes: "You didn't dare to be presumptuous before."

"Is that so?" I said insincerely, kissed her on the lips with lipstick, and a sweet fragrance penetrated, hitting the bottom of my heart.

"Have you ever had anything with Xue Bing?" she asked shyly, sticking out the tip of her tongue to respond to me.

"Had what?" I said dissatisfiedly, containing the tip of her tongue and circling it.

"Knowingly asking." She retracted the tip of her tongue into her mouth and refused to cooperate with me anymore.

"Really not!" I said, pointing to the ceiling and swearing: "If there is, heaven will strike and earth will split."

She paused, covered my mouth with one hand, and said coquettishly: "Fool, who told you to swear? Really stupid!"

As she spoke, she leaned into me, pressed tightly against me, looked up at me, and said softly: "Kiss me!"

Everything faces the sea, spring flowers bloom. I lowered my head without hesitation, covered her cherry-like small mouth, and my tongue pried open her teeth, looking for the tip of the tongue that made people fascinated.

She gave a light moan, stuck out the tip of her tongue, and cooperated with my violence.

Her body slowly softened, almost falling to the ground. I hugged her, lifted the quilt, placed her steadily on the bed, and looked down at her face as beautiful as a peach blossom, my heart surging.

She reached out, hugged my neck, pulled me into her chest, and said infinitely happily: "If only it could be like this every day!"

I scraped her nose and said: "Little woman, just thinking about being intimate."

She smiled shyly and said: "I am a little woman, I just like it like this."

"Good, good, good," I said repeatedly, teasing her: "You, big chest and no brain."

She didn't get angry at all, turned her body over, and said: "Don't you like it?"

"Like! Of course I like it!" I said, turned her over, put my hand on her high chest, and brushed it gently, like a spring breeze.

She shuddered, closed her eyes, and let out a light breath.

We had skin-to-skin contact before, so I was familiar with the road and lifted her clothes. She was wearing a pink bra, the soft white set off by the pink, making people feel a dazzling dizziness.

I touched it gently until I felt her tender grapes harden, then untied the strap of her bra, and with a "bang", it hit my heart like a nuclear bomb.

I leaned down, pressed on her slender body, and said seriously: "Wife, I'm coming."

She gave a "hmm", didn't dare to look at me, reached out to cover her eyes, and her body emitted a layer of tender pink.

At this time, silence is better than sound! Saying more is either a fool or brain-damaged. Now is the time for body language. I contained her in one bite, and she shuddered all over, hugging me tightly.

My hand still wanted to wander down, but she didn't want to, holding it tightly and saying: "Feng, let's get married. After marriage, you can do whatever you want. Not now."

It was like pouring a basin of cold water on my head, and I continued to struggle desperately. Helplessly, she guarded the city gate tightly, giving me no chance to succeed. I fell from her body in frustration, lay on the side, looked at the ceiling, and didn't say a word.

"Not allowed to be angry!" She climbed up, leaned on my chest on her side, and reached out to tease my lips.

"Not angry!" I said, smiling faintly.

"Still saying not angry. Look at yourself, as if someone owes you 108,000 yuan." She pursed her lips and comforted me softly: "Sooner or later it will be yours. We are not in a hurry, okay?"

"Not good!" I answered her straight.

"Not good must be good." She sat up, pulled down her clothes, covered her white and soft body: "I don't want to be like Sister Mengmeng."

"What happened to her?" My curiosity was aroused, and I asked.

"Nothing." She smiled faintly, scraped my nose and said: "Almost lost you."

She put on her shoes, leaned down and kissed me on the forehead and said: "Be good and rest, I'm going to work. I'll come to see you tonight."

Before I could speak, she had drifted away like the wind, leaving a room full of melancholy for me to taste alone.

The door was knocked, and then I heard Mao Ping shouting softly outside the door: "Town Mayor Chen, Town Mayor Chen."

I pulled the quilt over myself in frustration.

Thinking of the beauty in Laoyingzui a few days ago, I almost couldn't control myself. ===== CHAPTER 310 =====