A heartthrob? Here you go!

Chapter 260: Experience of being a husband.

After four hours of public opinion fermentation in the afternoon, no matter where Yu Ge goes now, countless people will cast their eyes on him, either implicitly or directly.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Ge received the appointment letter and went to the parliamentary office on the 36th floor.

As soon as the elevator opened, a handsome young man stepped forward and bowed his head respectfully, "Councilor Yu, good afternoon. My name is Li Bin, and I'm your secretary."

After he introduced himself, Yu Ge was led to his exclusive office.

After explaining everything in detail, he lowered his head and asked, "Do you need me to pack up your office supplies in the committee room?"

"I have taken a housekeeping course and got full marks for the relevant management. Please rest assured."

After Yu Ge refused, he left respectfully.

After closing the door, Yu Ge turned around and looked towards the office again.

It was spacious and bright, with all kinds of luxurious decorations, but Yu Ge couldn't see the value of it.

All she could see was that the dozens of pearls adorning the bottom of the curtains were rare seawater pearls, each worth more than 30,000 yuan.

She withdrew her gaze and slowly walked to the desk.

On the desk was a new uniform, the style of which was no different from the one she was wearing, except that there was a dark gold stripe with the word 28 in cursive font embroidered on the collar.

The pass and nameplate were placed on the top. Since she had no family and no family crest, the pass was completely blank.

On the nameplate, it is written:

Yu Ge, member of Parliament with 28 seats.

Yu Ge picked up the nameplate and looked at it quietly for a long time before sitting down in the office chair.

She took out the paper bag in her hand, which was the bag she used to pack the drinks she bought.

After taking out some documents and trivial things from it, Yu Ge stuffed the passes, nameplates and uniforms on the table, which symbolized power, into the paper bag.

After sorting out everything and changing the permissions in the app, Yu Ge carefully reviewed the relevant new regulations.

Firstly, there are regular parliamentary meetings every month where some major proposals that are difficult to propose need to be discussed.

Secondly, each member of parliament has a department to which he belongs. Some have real power, such as the eight top nobles, but some do not, or are just subordinate.

Yu Ge must also have a department to which he belongs, because the previous 28-seat councillor happened to be from the Shen family, so the department that Yu Ge is in charge of happens to be the Special Supervision Bureau.

But Yu Ge was not going. She wanted a brand new department of her own, instead of being subordinate to others.

She needed to have someone to rely on as soon as possible, something that would give her a say in parliament and the capital to attack and move forward, rather than being manipulated and restricted as a subsidiary of the Fang family.

After thinking through the follow-up plans, Yu Ge took a deep breath and typed out the statement word by word.

All major public opinion platforms will become her stronghold, her battlefield, and her territory from now on, and she must consider them carefully.

Yu Ge calmed down and her eyes moved to the draft proposal she wrote this morning.

"Several suggestions on establishing a propaganda bureau."

Yu Ge retracted his gaze, quickly typed out the statement, and then sent it.

[Yu Ge]

[Good evening, everyone. It is surprising that I can receive your support and recognition along with the new 23rd seat Councillor Di and 26th seat Councillor Kun. It is my honor to be able to receive attention from the members of the parliament.

This also shows that everyone loves the United States of America and pays attention to and supports all the politicians of the United States of America. It is a blessing for the country.

In the future, I will also use more media platforms to share my experience with you. I always believe that I am not the end, but a beginning. The future of national construction still depends on everyone's concerted efforts. Thank you again. ]

As soon as the statement was issued, there was an immediate and enthusiastic response.

Analyze Yu Ge’s statement rationally and praise her.

[As expected of someone who can enter the parliament, what he said is absolutely flawless!]

[No wonder these nobles chose Yu Ge. He was neither arrogant nor impatient, and he considered the overall situation. His response was humble and polite, and he also praised him. Now no one could have any objections.]

There are students who are confused and crying for blessings in the exams.

[Ahhhhhh Commissioner Yu! Alive! I need junior high school review materials. I really can’t continue reviewing QAQ]

[Upstairs, it's Councillor Yu! ]

Yu Ge saw the message and clicked on it, and saw that it was a student from a well-off family.

It’s hard to continue studying at the junior high school level…

This further illustrates how serious the United States’ monopoly on knowledge and education is.

Knowledge monopoly is not simply about dividing exams by region and setting admission quotas. It also means working with textbooks and filling students' brains with profound, complicated and impractical principles as test points.

It is difficult for students to understand principles that are deliberately obscure, so they naturally develop an aversion to learning and spontaneously refuse to learn. This is also a means of knowledge monopoly.

After breaking the monopoly of public opinion, the next step is the monopoly of knowledge.

Yu Ge lowered his eyes and shared all the information about his junior high and high school again, and immediately received many replies.

[I know that studying God is useful! ! ]

[Is it my illusion? I really think Councillor Yu’s material is better than the textbook! Can future textbooks follow this approach?]

[I think so too! ! ]

[Second!]

Yu Ge cautiously did not reply, but skipped it and looked at the other replies.

In addition to the above two responses, there are also -

[I know Yu Ge. She was very diligent when she was in college. I could see her in the library every day. She worked very hard.] The "school friend" who suddenly appeared was talking about Yu Ge's past.

[The same shoes as Yu Ge, only 29.9! ] I learned this by myself and advertised in the comment section.

But in her comment section, the most popular comments were not these, but——

[Ahhhhhh, councillor! I knew it, goddess, you can do it! You can be a councillor! You can also be me!!! Ahhhhhhhh] Those who are going crazy and horny in the comment section.

When they clicked on it, a bunch of people started roaring crazily, with the word "ah" everywhere. Yu Ge could hardly recognize the word.

But no matter which comment, there is someone replying.

[Wei Ai Xiao Yu: Please respect yourself! Keep your chastity!]

Yu Ge paused for a moment, read through everything, and after roughly grasping the current progress of public opinion, he exited the public opinion platform and happened to receive two inquiries.

[Fang Chi: Yuyu, I have prepared dinner! When will you come back for dinner?]

[Song Jingshen: I was very obedient today, can you reward me?]

He withdrew his cold and displeased gaze, and his long, jade-white fingers quickly typed out a new line of words.

[Song Jingshen: You can also do the first-rated thing to me. I have prepared everything. We can celebrate tonight^_^]

Yu Ge thought about it and replied:

[Xiao Yu: Come to my house for dinner tonight. A Chi will cook.]

After a while, the person on the other side asked: Is everything okay with my aunt?

Yu Ge typed: It doesn’t matter.

Lin Hui's body has recovered and her psychological problems have been dispelled, but she has a lot to do and she still can't rest tonight.

The other party replied: OK ^_^

After leaving the parking lot, Yu Ge took the Fang family’s car home alone.

Just after going upstairs, closing the door and changing shoes, he heard loud banging noises coming from the kitchen. Yu Ge's eyebrows jumped, and when he was about to go over to check, Lin Hui on the sofa spoke.

"There are fried chicken legs inside. Qingyou is here, you don't need to go in."

Lin Hui said this while cracking a melon seed and keeping her eyes glued to the TV.

With Ye Qingyou around, how could Fang Chi still make such a big fuss?

What exactly is his inability?

Yu Ge was still worried, and when he was about to go check, the doorbell rang.

"Yo, here we come."

Lin Hui ate some melon seeds with a smile, glanced at the kitchen, and said casually, "You can rest assured now."

Yu Ge opened the door, and the elegant and gentle young man walked in slowly and greeted in a warm voice: "Good evening, Aunt Lin."

Yu Ge had informed her in advance, so Lin Hui was not surprised. She waved her hand, gave a brief response, and continued watching TV.

Song Jingshen turned to look at Yu Ge, and when he was about to speak, there was another loud noise in the kitchen.

The elegant young man suddenly changed his words and said with a smile, "Is Mr. Fang cooking?"

"I thought maybe I could teach him a little and pass on some of my experience."

Experience as a husband.

After Song Jingshen finished speaking, he seemed to remember something, smiled at Yu Ge softly, found a pair of shoes skillfully, changed into them, put down the two bags in his hands, and walked towards Lin Hui holding only the gift box.

He put the gift box down very politely, and then stood aside properly, with his back straight and slightly bent, apologizing and greeting Lin Hui.

Even though Lin Hui treated him perfunctorily, he maintained his composure, with a warm smile on his face that made people feel like spring breeze.

Finally, he nodded slightly, then stood up and walked to the entrance, picking up the two bags in his hands, Qingrui looked at her with bright eyes.

Looking at Yu Ge, he suddenly took a step forward, bent down and kissed Yu Ge. His tall figure completely covered Yu Ge's figure.

In the living room, Lin Hui glanced sideways, took the remote control and turned up the volume.

Yu Ge frowned, and when he was about to step back, he said in a hoarse voice: "Borrow a prop."

After saying that, Song Jingshen felt the soft touch and did not move too much. He restrained himself for a while and then stood up.

"If he is stimulated too much, he will be more obedient."

Just like him.

Song Jingshen lowered his eyes and looked at Yu Ge, slightly curved his eyebrows, and smiled with a sense of calm madness, "Leave it to me."

After saying that, he turned around, his figure as straight as a pine or cypress, and slowly walked towards the kitchen.

Ever since they broke up, he's gone mad. He wants to kill everyone and bring Xiaoyu down and lock him up.

But there's nothing I can do, I've failed.

Thinking of everything that happened at the engagement party, Song Jingshen's heart was still beating wildly.

His love for Yu Ge is a love that is intertwined with flesh, blood and soul, a love and possession that cannot be separated even if one's heart is torn out and bones are scraped.

In that case, let it be. We'll be entangled with each other for the rest of our lives. Even if we get married, there's no way I can get rid of him in this life.

Yu Ge watched him calmly walk towards the kitchen, and alarm bells started ringing in his head.

Just as Song Jingshen knew why Yu Ge called him here, Yu Ge also saw what Song Jingshen wanted to do.

She let out a deep breath, then slowly walked to the sofa, clicked on the proposal, and reviewed it carefully.

If you want to set up a propaganda bureau, you must not be alone.

Yu Ge calmed down and began to think.

Behind the sofa, Song Jingshen had already walked to the kitchen with his things. When he saw the frantic scene inside, he said in a gentle voice:

"Good evening, both of you."

A clear and elegant voice sounded, and Fang Chi was startled for a moment. The moment he turned his head, a bubble just burst from the chicken leg in the oil pan. With a pop, the boiling oil splashed onto the back of his hand holding the chopsticks.

A burning pain came from the back of his hand, but it was no match for the shock in his heart. Fang Chi stared at the young man at the kitchen door for a long time without saying a word.

Ye Qingyou sighed, suppressed the surprise in his heart, nodded and greeted: "Good evening, Mr. Song."

Fang Chi didn't say anything, and Song Jingshen didn't care. He just walked forward and looked around the kitchen, his lips curved further: "Fried chicken legs, steamed sea bass, stir-fried meat with mushrooms, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

He nodded. "It's a very good home-cooked dish, but I think Xiaoyu might not like it."

Small fish?

What qualifications does he have to shout like that?

Hearing this intimate name, Fang Chi seemed to return to the days when he had no status and he and Song Jingshen had to suppress attacks.

Yes, he really can't compare to Song Jingshen in anything.

He is not as handsome as Song Jingshen, not as powerful as him, and not as dexterous as him.

But it doesn’t matter, in the end Yu Yu still chose him, he is her fiancé.

Fang Chi calmed down, his lips slightly curved, and he said softly: "I think Mr. Song has misunderstood. I checked this menu with Xiaoyu in bed last night."

Hearing those two words, Song Jingshen's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"The kitchen is too messy to welcome guests. Mr. Song, please go outside first."

"Just a friendly reminder," Fang Chi smiled, "Mr. Song's address to my fiancée is too intimate. Please pay attention to etiquette."

"Etiquette?" The young man asked in confusion, "So, Mr. Fang San also knows about etiquette, morality, integrity and shame."

Fang San?

Who is the mistress? How shameless!

Fang Chi's anger instantly rose. He turned back with a sneer to turn off the fire. When he threw away his chopsticks, the back of his head was suddenly pressed down by a huge force, and his whole face was hanging above the oil pan.

His purple eyes widened instantly as he looked at the oil pan so close to him. He put his hands on the stove and tried to stand up, but the hands behind his head were as steady and hard as cast iron.

A clear and melodious voice sounded beside his ear, and he whispered, "You were the one who called me Xiaoyu, too?"

"A shameless thief and a shameless male mistress, you want to talk to me about etiquette?"

The handsome young man was holding two bags in one hand and pinching Fang Chi's neck and head with the other, suppressing him tightly.

Behind him, Ye Qingyou was stunned. He immediately stepped forward to pry Song Jingshen's hands apart. Fearing to alert the people outside, he lowered his voice and persuaded, "Stop making trouble! Yu Yu and the others are outside."

But Song Jingshen was so strong that the two men could not shake him at all.

He smiled warmly and said, "Stolen things must be returned to their original owners."

"Mr. Fang San."

Fang Chi said nothing, his eyes fixed on the oil pan.

The chicken legs in the pan were completely fried dry, with the oil just sizzling slightly.

That's enough.

Fang Chi smiled, and with the hand that was supporting the stove, he took the spatula, scooped the hot oil at a rapid speed, and poured it directly behind him.

If he can't win, he's doomed. How dare a divorced husband challenge his legitimate fiancé!

"Fang Chi!" Ye Qingyou exclaimed instantly, turned around and grabbed two pot lids to cover the hot oil.

The golden hot oil was poured into the steamy pot lid, making a sizzling sound. Seeing that all the oil was trapped, Ye Qingyou breathed a sigh of relief, but also became angry.

"What the hell are you two fussing about? It's already 7:30! Not even one dish is ready, what are you fussing about?!"