Seeing that Meng Yaohui had a posture of not giving up until he reached his goal, Wang Baoyu's eyes rolled, and a bad idea immediately popped up, he stopped, turned around, and asked, "Commissioner Meng really wants to know?" ”

"Say it!" Meng Yaohui thought that Wang Baoyu was afraid of him, and his tone was very much like that of a judge interrogating a prisoner.

"I'll be honest with you! Just now, I did chatter with Assistant Wu, and she asked about the relationship between hair and wealth. I told her that an old gentleman in her hometown who could read faces had said that hair has a lot to do with wealth, and that there is a need to pay attention to cutting hair. Just like Commissioner Meng, who is on the thin side, he should have a handful of hair in front of him, which is called gathering wealth. Wang Baoyu said seemingly honestly.

Meng Yaohui was stunned for a moment, touched the hair on his head meaningfully, and said casually: "I used to have hair here, but I cut it later." ”

"I'd rather believe what I have than what I don't. What you said is also right, I still have some small peasant consciousness in my thinking, the old gentleman in my hometown said that I should not be divided into heads, I listened to his reason for the current partial head shape, the result of the past few years is good luck, I don't know if it is a coincidence. Wang Baoyu said quite seriously.

"Things like fortune-telling and looking at appearances are all dross in traditional culture and cannot be trusted." Meng Yaohui said, showing that he has a rational standard of judgment on these.

"Commissioner Meng is right, when dealing with cultural phenomena, we should not listen to and believe partially. Assistant Wu is just a woman, and it is reasonable to be interested in these things, so let's not be unhappy because of these little things, right? Wang Baoyu echoed with a smile.

"Women don't see things from the same perspective as men. By the way, Deputy Mayor Wang, do you think that if I keep a handful of hair in front of me, will I look more energetic? Meng Yaohui asked seemingly unintentionally, and smiled at Wang Baoyu's seemingly friendly teeth for the first time.

"Of course, at that time, Commissioner Meng will be like Pan An, and his face will be better than Song Yu." Wang Baoyu said with a smile, knowing that although Meng Yaohui didn't believe it, he was still half-convinced.

"Then I'll listen to you once and keep the hair on the front." Meng Yaohui looked very happy, turned around and was about to leave, only to hear Wang Baoyu say again: "Commissioner Meng, it's best to perm the hair in front of you into a few more bends, that will look better." ”

"Why?" Meng Yaohui asked puzzledly, it has always been women who perm their hair, why does a big man work so hard?

Wang Baoyu said with a smile: "Commissioner Meng's forehead is naturally high, if you only keep a handful of hair, it is still not easy to consolidate the financial resources. If it is scalded into a roll, it is foolproof. ”

"I know, but in the future, I should pay more attention to keeping a good distance from my subordinates." Meng Yaohui's tone became cold again, probably remembering the unpleasant thing with Wang Baoyu again, and he was about to leave after speaking.

Wang Baoyu simply chased a few steps, looked around, and asked in a low voice: "Then you know the ins and outs of the chat I had with Assistant Wu just now, and you didn't make any mistakes in principle, right?" ”

Meng Yaohui saw Wang Baoyu's cautious and humble appearance, and couldn't help but put his hands behind his back proudly, and pretended to say: "Basically, there is none, but after all, this kind of content can't wait for the elegant hall, so don't discuss it in the unit easily, don't take it as an example!" With that, he paced and walked away.

A month later, Meng Yaohui really grew his hair in front of him, and permed a few bends, and he was beautiful all day long, and he really thought that he would become Pan An and Song Yu.

But later, there were always people looking at his new hairstyle and snickering, Meng Yaohui was puzzled, and he looked in the mirror countless times and didn't find anything abnormal, until someone said that the hair in front of him looked like the hair under a woman, and he realized that he had fallen in love with Wang Baoyu, and immediately scolded and cut his hair, swearing that he would never finish with Wang Baoyu in this life.

said that Wang Baoyu returned to the house and closed the door, and couldn't help laughing, teasing Meng Yaohui and making him feel very happy. After laughing, I thought of Wu Liwan again, what did Wu Liwan mean by asking herself such a private question just now? If it's not to tease yourself, then it must be a psychopath.

After thinking about it for a long time, Wang Baoyu didn't understand it, so he temporarily put down this problem, anyway, he must keep a good distance from Wu Liwan in the future, and he must not make mistakes in his style, and he must not touch the boss's woman.

By this time, the room had completely darkened, and night had come. Wang Baoyu stood at the window and looked down, there were street lamps installed near the town government, which illuminated the long road very clearly, and the warm lights in the windows of each house had a bit of the smell of small city lights.

"The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dim light." Wang Baoyu read softly, and still couldn't help but think of that girl, Cheng Xueman, in the lights of the city, is she living well? Will you be as lonely as yourself?

Since Ma Xiaoli happened to Cheng Guodong and became a feud, Wang Baoyu has felt that he has become distant from Cheng Xueman, and he doesn't know if his thousand-day appointment with her can still be carried on? Cheng Xueman knows that she has a conflict with her father, will she ignore him again and become strangers from now on?

In Cheng Xueman's heart, what position does he occupy? But no matter what, she won't surpass her father Cheng Guodong, right? These questions often plague Wang Baoyu, and when I think about it, I feel a depression rising in my heart.

Because of this, Wang Baoyu didn't dare to contact Cheng Xueman all day, he was afraid that if a phone call passed, Cheng Xueman ruthlessly sentenced them to death for love. After standing at the window for a long time, a cold wind blew, which made Wang Baoyu shudder, and he was a lot more sober.

No matter what, Wang Baoyu was still determined to call Cheng Xueman, even if he was sentenced to death, he had to see the verdict, so that although he would be in pain for a while, it was better than dragging it out like this.

Cheng Xueman answered the phone, and as soon as she heard this familiar voice, Wang Baoyu couldn't help but feel distressed. Cheng Xueman's voice was hoarse, and he had a hard time speaking, and it seemed that he was on a lot of fire.

"Sheman, what's the matter, it's been on fire lately, right? Is it eating too many chili peppers? Have you ever been to the hospital? Wang Baoyu asked with concern.

"Tell me more! At noon, my dad called me and scolded me, he had never been so fierce to me, I was stunned by him! Cheng Xueman said with a hoarse voice and a crying voice.

Wang Baoyu regretted his impulsiveness towards Cheng Guodong in the morning, and said such irritating words. However, the words spoken are like spilled water, and they will definitely not be recovered.