Chapter 1424: Carrying on with the Ambiguity

Chapter 1424: Carrying the Ambiguity to the End

Originally, I thought that today was the last day of the holiday, and Long Lingyun would definitely come back with the children. However, after returning home, Zhao Jianhui found that he was actually alone. Because Dafeng and Erfeng were with him, he did not need guards, nannies, chefs, etc. at that time. Now they all followed Long Lingyun back to the capital. The whole No. 1 Courtyard was silent in the vast night, and it seemed particularly peaceful.

If I had known earlier, I would have eaten outside before coming back. Now I have to go back again...

With a low sigh, Zhao Jianhui slowly turned around, but heard a voice behind him very softly and sweetly saying: "What's wrong? No one is home?"

"Oh, it's Minister Le, you just came back too? Haha, my wife went back to the capital, and I forgot about this... Have you eaten, or let's eat together..." The person behind him was Le Jing.

The temperature difference between morning and night is quite large at this time of the year. When she came back from the airport in the afternoon, it seemed that she was wearing a silver suit, but now she was wearing a long woolen skirt, the kind that covered most of her thighs from her shoulders. The skirt was very long, and the hem reached her knees. The clothes were very loose, a bit like the bat-knit sweater that was popular a few years ago. Wearing such clothes, people could not see her beautiful figure at all.

Zhao Jianhui was surprised that such a woman with a very important appearance, beautiful face and outstanding figure would wear such a dress.

The moon was dim, hanging above the treetops, like an oval pink golden egg, but the moonlight was as cool as water, as if it did not contain a trace of impurities, and there was a bit of coolness in the night sky.

"Come to my place. I drank a lot of wine at noon. I want to eat something light at night. I don't want to go out to eat..." Le Jing said as she walked forward. She didn't hear the footsteps of the person next to her. She turned around and saw Zhao Jianhui still standing there. She couldn't help but snorted and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

This is not what an organization minister should say to a secretary... In fact, it is not what a woman in her thirties should say to a normal man. There was a bit of resentment and ambiguity in this sentence, which made Zhao Jianhui unable to respond, but he had to follow her forward. In fact, Zhao Jianhui really didn't want to go to her place. In the middle of the night, he went to the home of a mature and charming single woman. It was not that he was really afraid that Le Jing would eat him, but he had no confidence in his self-control in front of women.

Le Jing's home is the one on the left side of the second row. The layout is basically the same as the two-story building where Zhao Jianhui lives, but there are two fewer rooms.

"You do it first, I'll go change clothes..." After entering the living room, Le Jing asked Zhao Jianhui to sit on the sofa, and she went upstairs. After a while, she changed her clothes and came down. She was wearing an apricot yellow home shirt, which was also very loose. She was wearing a pair of pink slippers, and she walked down the stairs with a leather bag, raised her arms behind her head, and tied her loose hair.

"What do you want to eat? My cooking skills are not very good. I can stir-fry two home-cooked dishes and cook egg noodles." She asked while doing these actions.

From where Zhao Jianhui was sitting, he could clearly see that the half of her thigh exposed outside the home clothes was very white, crystal clear, round, and tight and strong.

"Oh, whatever, I'll eat whatever you make. What's there to be picky about eating for free?" After a glance, Zhao Jianhui quickly retracted his gaze and said with his head down.

"I think you are an idiot..." Le Jing said this in a low voice, but Zhao Jianhui could hear it clearly, so he lowered his head and took out a cigarette.

"If you want to turn on the TV, watch it for a while. If you don't want to watch it, there are books on the bookshelf at the back..." Le Jing said as she entered the kitchen. After a while, she heard the sound of clinking vegetables.

Zhao Jianhui stood up and walked to the bookshelf on the west wall of the living room. There were many books on it, most of which were books such as "Organization Procedure Law" and "Organization Procedure Compilation". There were also some props for decorating the facade, such as "Dream of Red Mansions", "Journey to the West", "The Count of Monte Cristo", "Jane Eyre", "The Red and the Black", etc.

In the bottom row, there were two photo albums. Zhao Jianhui touched them casually, sat back on the sofa and opened them. There were all beautiful photos of Le Jing, but most of them were taken by reporters at meetings or when attending some activities and given to Minister Le. They were beautiful, but a little rigid, empty and quiet but not lively enough.

It was not until he opened another album that Zhao Jianhui saw the unknown side of Le Jing. Most of the photos in this album were taken in the park, in the mountains and forests, and some were taken in the living room. Hey... these photos were taken in the bedroom, the scale is a bit excessive, it seems that they are Le Jing's selfies...

Just when he was about to flip through the pages, she reached out from behind the sofa with a pair of slender hands with water droplets on them and held them down: "These photos are not good, you'd better not look at them."

Zhao Jianhui smiled subconsciously: "You said you don't want to look at them, then don't look at them, how embarrassing it would be for me?" As he said this, Zhao Jianhui turned his head, and his nose almost rubbed against Le Jing's red lips, and he immediately turned back.

Her head was very close to Zhao Jianhui's, and her breath was like orchid. A few naughty long hairs hung down from her neck, gently tickling Zhao Jianhui's face, giving it a tickling and crispy feeling. She didn't seem to realize this until Zhao Jianhui looked at her.

Zhao Jianhui quickly tilted his body to the outside so that the top of his head was farther away from her face.

Before Zhao Jianhui could sit upright, Le Jing suddenly snatched the photo album and held it away from him. As she walked towards the kitchen, she kept saying: "I won't let you see it! If I say I won't let you see it, I won't let you see it!"

At this moment, Zhao Jianhui almost wanted to laugh. At this moment, Le Jing looked like a middle-aged woman who was almost forty years old. Is there any trace of the demeanor of a provincial or ministerial official? She is clearly a little girl who hasn’t grown up yet!

Suddenly, Zhao Jianhui regretted coming here with her. Drink tea quietly without moving...

"Why don't you watch TV or talk? I thought you were angry and left?" Le Jing asked him as she walked over with two plates of food and placed them on the coffee table in front of Zhao Jianhui. A plate of fried bamboo shoots and a plate of fried meat with celery, a faint aroma wafted over, and the taste was very authentic Shandong cuisine.

"I learned how to make it. I don't know if it tastes right. Try it..." She said this, knowing that Zhao Jianhui grew up in Province S, which is the birthplace of authentic Shandong cuisine.

Zhao Jianhui took a deep breath and stretched out his hand towards the fried pork with celery: "It smells so good. I'll try it first. You don't know. Since I came to Hedong Province, no matter where I go, Whenever I go to eat, it always smells like vinegar..."

"Pah..." Zhao Jianhui's fingers were opened by Le Jing's slap: "What are you doing? Who told you to taste it like this? I'll get the chopsticks later. ...Really, sitting here motionless, you really Become a guest yourself..."

Seeing her walking into the kitchen quickly, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking to himself, wouldn't I just be a guest in your house? If you don't treat yourself as a guest, then what are you treating yourself as?

When she came out again, Le Jing was holding two plates in her hands. One of the hands holding the plate held two pairs of chopsticks: "Take it... let's not go to the restaurant to eat. Sometimes I I like to eat here and watch TV while eating..." After putting down the plate, she looked at Zhao Jianhui hesitantly and said, "Would you like some red wine? I also have a bottle of Visa here..."

"It's better not to drink. Didn't you say it yourself? You drank a lot of wine in the morning and now you want to eat something light." Zhao Jianhui shook his head and quickly rejected Le Jing's proposal. When you're with such a beautiful woman, it's better to avoid those things. Wine is the medium of sex.

"Okay, I thought you wanted to drink, but actually I don't want to drink either. Just wait a moment, the water will be boiling, and I'll make some noodles." As he said this, Le Jing stood up and walked into the kitchen. . However, no matter how Zhao Jianhui looked at it, he felt that when he said he would not drink, Le Jing's face clearly showed a trace of disappointment.

This meal was tasteless to Zhao Jianhui. It's not that Le Jing's cooking skills are bad, on the contrary, the Shandong cuisine she learned to cook is very authentic. But the more it looked like this, Zhao Jianhui felt that it was hard to swallow the dishes she had made specially for herself. It's not that she doesn't understand Le Jing's thoughts. If she says she doesn't have the urge to push this woman, she's lying to herself, but there are just too many women around her. Besides, Le Jing is different from ordinary women. By the age of forty, he had reached the position of director of the organization department of a province. He thought with his toes that there was someone behind this woman. It would be better for me not to provoke people like her.

Le Jing's appetite was very small and she had stopped eating a long time ago. She just sat opposite with her cheek in hand and watched Zhao Jianhui eat. Zhao Jianhui finally put down his chopsticks, patted his belly and said with a smile: "This meal is very good. Thank you, Minister Le, for your kindness. Next time you have a chance to eat at my house, you can also try my wife's cooking. ... It's very late, I Go back..." As he said that, Zhao Jianhui stood up.

Le Jing couldn't help but roll her eyes at him and whispered: "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

"What? I did it on purpose? I didn't say anything, did I?" Zhao Jianhui said a little pretending to be stupid.

"Forget it, forget it, leave quickly. There is a tiger in my room that can eat people..." She may be disappointed, but there is no reason to keep Zhao Jianhui. She just felt a little angry when she heard Zhao Jianhui mention Long Lingyun deliberately. .