left the hotel and asked his driver, Xiao Zhong, to take him to the provincial committee compound to pick up Fang Ya, the head of the Propaganda Department. 。Xiao Zheng called Fang Ya on the way, so F...In the slight tremor of the car, Liang Jingjing looked at the pushpin for a while, feeling a bit hesitant to stab it in. 。Actually, since she started working in the Municipal Party Committee Office Secretariat, Xiao Zheng has been quite good to her. He treats her as an equal, just like tonight, allowing her to pour him wine, which shows his trust in her. 。Equality and trust, those were things she had never received from Yan Wu, or Cui Tingjian, or Sun Liangji, and the others.

Yet today, she was going to treat him this way, not only drugging him but also sending him to the gates of hell. 。 of any use. 。A police officer took out bundles of US dollars from inside, and another police officer photographed the scene as evidence. 。At the same time, I also sorted out both stacks of photos and...