Chapter 44: Scenery Under the Skirt

Carrying tea oil and rice wine, I followed Huang Weiwei step by step. Although she was dressed in a pure professional outfit, she still couldn't hide her graceful figure, especially the buttocks wrapped in tight pants, which often turned into fantasies that made people drool. People who have experienced personnel, the feeling for the opposite sex often starts from the most basic primitive desire.

Huang Weiwei is clearly a conservative girl, her actions show that she has not yet experienced personnel, and she is still ignorant of the ultimate joy between men and women. She uses a professional outfit to cover up her youth, but youth betrayed her from her body. Her high-raised chest is ready to come out, her fair skin is breakable, and even every step she takes, her tightly closed legs show that she is still a virgin.

The Organization Department Minister was not at home, the old nanny looked at her with love, full of kindness. Seeing me standing behind her, she opened her mouth in surprise, turned her head and shouted to the living room: "Madam, the young lady brought someone back."

The old nanny served in Huang Weiwei's house for three generations, which she told me later, always using this title.

A beautiful woman wearing glasses came out holding a book, looked at me up and down, her face expressionless.

Huang Weiwei introduced me as a cadre from Chunshan County who came to see her father. She took off her shoes, revealing a pair of small and exquisite feet, and walked in without wearing slippers.

The beautiful woman blamed: "Wear shoes, the ground is cold."

The old nanny brought me a pair of slippers, signaling me to take off my shoes and enter the house.

I held the tea oil and rice wine in my hand, so I had to take off my shoes and enter the house. First, I sent the things into the kitchen, and after coming out, I saw that Huang Weiwei had changed into a white casual skirt, leaning on the sofa in the living room with her bare thighs, looking at me with a smile.

The minister's wife's attitude towards me was not cold or hot, I was a bit awkward. Entering such a high-level cadre's house, it was the first time.

Huang Weiwei was contrary to her usual seriousness, and the daughter's coyness was fully revealed. She curled up her legs, her toes playfully tapping her mother's waist, the skirt edge slipped down, almost covering the root of her thighs.

The minister's wife patted her leg and said softly: "There are guests."

Huang Weiwei looked at me and said playfully: "He, not a guest."

The minister's wife looked at her incomprehensibly, for me, a person of unknown identity, the minister's wife would not express any opinion, not to mention, the daughter brought a man home for the first time, what this man came from, what relationship with the daughter, were all unknown.

The old nanny brought a plate of fruit and greeted me kindly.

"Where is my dad?" Huang Weiwei sat up and asked.

"Your dad has been busy with meetings these days. It's time to change, organization work is hard to do." Minister's wife, Deputy Director of the Municipal Transportation Bureau, Chen Yazhi, has not gone to work for several years.

"When will my dad be back?" Huang Weiwei picked up an apple and carefully rotated it to peel it with a small knife.

"Almost there." Minister's wife, Deputy Director of the Transportation Bureau, Chen Yazhi, stood up, smiled at me politely and said: "Weiwei, come to my room, I have something to find you."

Huang Weiwei made a face at me and followed her mother.

I sat alone watching TV, the old nanny walked over lightly and probed me: "Young man, are you from Chunshan County?"

I said: "I am from Hengyue City, doing social education in Chunshan County."

The old nanny said oh, turned around and went to the kitchen.

The living room was empty except for me. I looked at this living room, the area is about forty square meters, several calligraphy works are hung on the wall, the inscriptions include those of Organization Department Minister Huang Shan, and works of several well-known calligraphers in the province. The stairs wind up to the second floor, which are several bedrooms, and a piece of pure white wool blanket is laid in the middle of the living room, and several pots of Clivia are placed on the root carving in the corner, green and dripping.

Just looking, a door upstairs opened, Huang Weiwei leaned on the railing and called me up. Chen Yazhi, the director, came down from upstairs, looked at me and said: "You go up, I'll call you when Minister Huang comes back."

I am not familiar with Huang Weiwei, although I had many dirty thoughts behind her just now, I know that the distance between me and her is not calculated in kilometers, it must be calculated in light years.

A girl, inviting a man to visit her bedroom, will an encounter fall from the sky?

I was uneasy, thinking I was in a dream, until Chen Yazhi, the director, stood in front of me and looked at me left and right, saying: "Are you really Secretary He's nephew?"

"Secretary He?" I don't know this person.

"Municipal Party Committee Deputy Secretary, transferred from Hebei half a year ago." Chen Yazhi, the director, answered my question.

What Secretary He, what does it have to do with me? My father's hometown is in the north, and there is no one left. My mother's family has been in business for generations, no official has come out, and I don't even have a nephew, and I don't even have a wild nephew, how did I become someone else's nephew?

Is what my father said really true?

With questions, I went upstairs, Huang Weiwei didn't take me to her bedroom, she opened a door, it was a study decorated in an antique style, a huge table was placed in the middle of the room, and the four walls were bookshelves, filled with all kinds of books.

"My dad's study." Huang Weiwei introduced: "Chen Feng, you studied Chinese language and literature, there must be books you want to read in my dad's study."

I stood in front of a row of thread-bound books, I found a set of "Jin Ping Mei", this is the book I dreamed of, I almost wanted to pry open the school library for this book, and be a thief who is not ashamed of people.

"How do you know I studied Chinese language and literature?" I asked.

"How could I not know?" She tilted her head, asked me back, put her hands behind her back, and the raised chest almost pressed against my eyeballs.

I quickly moved my eyes away, looking at a woman's chest, not a lecher is an artist. I am not an artist, and I don't want to be a lecher.

Huang Weiwei seemed to understand my actions, her face turned slightly red, turned her body away, leaving me a side profile with waves.

"Is Group Leader Guo very familiar with you?" I changed the subject, Guo Wei constantly showed intimacy with Huang Weiwei, anyone with eyes could see it.

"Not familiar." Huang Weiwei said lightly: "He is a secretary of the Municipal Party Committee Office, I am a cadre of the Confidential Room, we have work matters to contact." Huang Weiwei said lightly: "He graduated from Peking University, his uncle is the director of the Municipal Personnel Bureau."

Grandma's, they are all people with backgrounds.

"What about Huang Qishan?"

"Clerk of the Letters and Visits Bureau Secretary Section, his father is the deputy director of the Construction Bureau." Huang Weiwei turned her head and asked me: "Didn't you all go to college in the provincial capital?"

I smiled awkwardly and said: "Indeed. But we are not in the same school, so we didn't know each other before."

"Chen Feng, are you planning to stay in Suxi Township for a lifetime?" She asked me, took out a book and handed it to me: "Comprehensive Mirror in Aid of Governance, a good book for governing the country and settling the nation, my dad said."

I took it and said: "Read it several times, a little insight."

"You haven't answered me yet."

"Answer what?"

"Is it a lifetime?"

"Can I decide?" I laughed.

"You can!" She threw a sentence: "It depends on how you do it. Man proposes, God disposes."

I said infinitely sadly: "I, there is no one in the court to be an official, and there is half a text of oil and salt money left at home." ===== CHAPTER 45 =====

I said with infinite sorrow, "As for me, without connections at court, it's hard to be an official; at home, I have barely a penny left for oil and salt."