When Song Zhichao was sorting out documents in the study, someone knocked on the door, but it was Ruan Ling, the personal female bodyguard.

Ruan Ling deliberately wore a black suit today, and she was dressed very neatly. She reported to Song Zhichao that the car was ready and ready to leave at any time.

Song Zhichao nodded, indicating that he understood.

Ruan Ling did not leave.

Song Zhichao asked her what else was going on.

Ruan Ling said, "Are you sure you want to only let me go with you alone?"

Song Zhichao didn't speak, got up from the desk, "It's just to inspect the prison, how many people do you want to bring?"

Ruan Ling wanted to speak and stopped.

In fact, Ruan Ling knew that it was very risky to visit Stanley Prison this time, although the prison was tightly guarded and she was agile, but if something happened, she could not afford it.

Originally, Ruan Ling wanted her eldest brother Ruan Jun to go with her, but Song Zhichao sent Ruan Jun to do something with Qi Wanda.

Ruan Ling retreated, hoping to be able to be with Niu Xiong, and the two of them could take care of each other if they protected Song Zhichao.

But Song Zhichao told Niu Xiong to stay at home to help protect his father and mother.

In other words, this time Song Zhichao went to Stanley Prison to inspect, and she was the only one with this protection.

Even if Ruan Ling thinks very highly of herself, she can't help but feel a lot of pressure.

Seeing Ruan Ling's worried look, Song Zhichao said: "I remember well, when I hired you and your eldest brother Ruan Jun from the Angel Security Company, you didn't like me. ”

Ruan Ling didn't hide it: "That's true." ”

Song Zhichao smiled and looked at Ruan Ling: "Why don't you like me?"

Ruan Ling: "Because it feels like you're a playboy." ”

"Really?"

Ruan Ling nodded and said coldly: "You tease even an ugly woman like me, and you still say that you are not?"

Song Zhichao remembered the blowing in Ruan Ling's ears and eyes at that time, and felt that his actions at that time were really a little Meng Lang and frivolous.

"If it's because I've done something indecent to make you think like that, then I apologize to you. ”

Afraid that Ruan Ling wouldn't believe it, Song Zhichao spread his hands again and said: "I'm serious, I just thought it was funny to tease you at the time, and I didn't mean anything else." ”

Ruan Ling said with a straight face: "Why are you telling me this?"

"I just don't want you to misunderstand me. Song Zhichao said, "I don't want you to misunderstand Niu Xiong." People say that those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, although I sometimes Meng Lang is a little, but Niu Xiong is a very serious person. ”

Ruan Ling tightened her mouth, looked at Song Zhichao, and did not speak.

Song Zhichao paced to the desk and sat down again, looking at Ruan Ling: "Can you bring me a cup of tea?"

Ruan Ling walked over and helped him make a cup of tea.

Song Zhichao said: "Thank you." He pointed to the chair next to him and motioned for Ruan Ling to sit down.

Ruan Ling said, "I'll just stand." ”

Song Zhichao was not reluctant, and continued: "I know, Brother Xiong, he likes you. He has been with me for so long, he came to Hong Kong from the mainland to work hard, he is very lonely, and I also want him to have a companion by his side. ”

"I can see that you are a good girl, so I hope you can accept him, or give him a chance. ”

Ruan Ling smiled, and the hideous scar on the left writhed on her face like a centipede: "What do you mean by telling me this?"

Song Zhichao smiled: "It means that this time there is more luck and less luck, please make plans early." ”

Ruan Ling was stunned for a moment: "In that case, why do you still want me to accompany you?"

Song Zhichao picked up the teacup, took a sip and said with a smile: "The secret of heaven must not be leaked." ”

......

Song mansion, garage ---

Song Zhichao looked at the 5 Series BMW that Ruan Ling had selected, and frowned, "It's still too high-profile." ”

Ruan Ling pointed to the antique BMW: "What about that one?"

Song Zhichao: "That car was already in the limelight last time--- it is even more high-profile than this one." ”

Song Zhichao refers to the last time he drove this antique car worth 3 million Hong Kong dollars, accompanied Du Chunmei to dinner, and finally caused chaos in the world of Haosheng Hotel.

Ruan Ling saw that Song Zhichao was not satisfied with these cars, and took another look at the dazzling "Cadillac", "Rolls-Royce", and "Ferrari" in the garage, and really didn't understand, the bad taste of rich people--- buy so many luxury cars but don't drive, what the hell?

But now Song Zhichao wants to drive a low-key car, where to find it temporarily?

Song Zhichao also felt that his request was obviously a bit "excessive". But this time I went to the Stanley Prison Market to show the news, if I drove a luxury car again, it would obviously be a target.

Song Zhichao's purpose is simple, to be as low-key as possible and as unobtrusive as possible.

Just when Song Zhichao was distressed, he heard the sound of the car starting from outside the garage, as well as Feng Dajian's loud voice, "Mr. Song, Mrs. Wang, please go back, we are also leaving!"

Song Zhichao's eyes lit up, "There you have it!"

......

Feng Dajian never dreamed that Song Zhichao would change cars with him.

Song Zhichao said that he fell in love with Feng Dajian's white Toyota pickup truck used to pull fruits, and said that he wanted to experience the taste of driving this kind of car.

Driving a broken car?

This kind of "high-level fun" Feng Dajian doesn't understand.

He thinks that Song Zhichao is obviously "full of food"; but he is a Hong Kong tycoon, and it is obviously inappropriate to use such a word to describe it, to be precise, it should be "rich people experience civilian life." ”

Well, I can't care so much, let's pick a car first!

Feng Dajian was taken to the garage by Niu Xiong, looking at the luxury cars in the garage, BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Mercedes-Benz, Lincoln, Cadillac, Ferrari, and many luxury cars whose names he didn't know, he thought he was dreaming.

"Oh mom, my eyes are glazed. ”

"Oh my God, I'm not dreaming. ”

"Can I pick these cars?" this sentence was asked by Feng Dajian to Niu Xiong next to him.

Niu Xiong was not happy--- he was not happy that Song Zhichao left him at home, but he took Ruan Ling alone to inspect Stanley Prison.

Therefore, he had a small emotion, and said to Feng Dajian, who was five big and three thick: "You have to pick quickly, what are you talking about!"

Feng Dajian was taken aback, feeling that this big guy didn't give himself face, and even Mr. Song didn't talk to him so loudly, how old are you? But when he saw Niu Xiong's eyes glaring, he looked fierce and vicious, and immediately said obediently: "Oh, you wait, I'll pick it out right away." ”

In the end, Feng Dajian picked the silver, fairy wings of the Rolls-Royce--- although Feng Dajian did not know the goods, but he watched TV, there were performances on TV, many times those tycoons, the tycoons drove this kind of car when they went out, their bodies drilled into the car, the door was closed, the butt of the car smoked, and the people around them bowed and saluted, but it was majestic.

"Is this one okay?" Feng Dajian shyly pointed to the silver Rolls-Royce.

When Niu Xiong saw it, he rolled his eyes and shouted: "Change one!"

scolded in his heart, the fruit guy is very knowledgeable--- this is his favorite "Rolls-Royce Phantom", even I am reluctant to drive, occasionally just help the car wax, you are still eyeing.

As Song Zhichao's personal driver, Niu Xiong felt that he had a responsibility to protect the integrity of the vehicle, and scratching was not enough at all.

Feng Dajian was a little unhappy: "But Mr. Song said let me pick whatever I wanted." ”

"Then you can pick and --- whatever you want!" Niu Xiong glared at him.

Feng Dajian immediately coaxed, "Ahem, then which one should I choose?"

Niu Xiong pulled him, "This one doesn't work! That one doesn't work either! No, that's it!"

Feng Dajian looked at the black BMW 5 Series in front of him, no matter how he looked at it, it was not as dazzling as a Ferrari or Rolls-Royce.

Before Feng Dajian could agree, Niu Xiong patted him on the shoulder: "When you go out, you picked this car yourself, I didn't force you to --- understand?"

The shoulder bones were about to be shattered, looking at Niu Xiong's threatening eyes, Feng Dajian could only reply mournfully: "I know!"