Rong Zheng hurriedly let go of her hand, and Zhou Ling glared at the two of them fiercely before leaving to pay the deposit.

Both of them had to be released on bail, which was a lot of money, which made Zhou Ling's already depressed mood even worse.

As a result, when the two of them came out, they had a black face all the time, and they didn't want to say a word.

At the door of the police station, Zhao Jiyue caught up with Rong Zheng and handed the medicine in her hand to Rong Zheng, "This is the medicine I bought on the road just now, you go back and wipe it, don't leave any scars." ”

Rong Zheng's face was ugly, his eyes were even more embarrassed, and he directly rejected Zhao Jiyue's medicine, "No need, I have it at home." ”

At this juncture, Rong Zheng no longer understands and knows that he can't touch Zhou Ling's bottom line again.

He is not afraid of yelling and anger, what he is afraid of is that she is silent like she is now.

Last time, I left without saying a word, very resolutely, leaving no room for anything.

Zhao Jiyue's chest rose and fell, her face was very ugly, she could only put away the medicine, and glanced at Zhou Ling on the side, "Do you have time to talk alone?"

Zhou Ling was a little surprised that Zhao Jiyue would take the initiative to talk to him, but he didn't refuse.

Now that she knows Zhao Jiyue's thoughts, there are some things that she can't turn a blind eye to.

Indeed have a good chat!

"You two go back first, I'll go back later. ”

Zhou Ling urged Rong Zheng and Zhou to leave first. Rong Zheng seemed to be a little uneasy, and his eyes were full of disapproval.

However, Zhou Ling didn't want to see Rong Zheng and Zhou Yiran at all now, and he was angry when he saw them.

So he didn't even give him a look, and walked in the other direction with Zhao Jiyue with a cold face.

There is an amusement park near the Public Security Bureau, and it is the rush hour after work at this time, and there are still relatively few people in the park.

The two found a relatively clean pavilion, and Zhao Jiyue first found a place to sit.

Zhou Ling looked around and found that except for Zhao Jiyue's side, the stone bench was dry, and there was still stagnant water on the rest.

If this is not intentional, who will believe it?

She quietly found a place that looked fairly dry, took a tissue from her bag, wiped it and sat down.

On the opposite side, Zhao Jiyue's legs were folded, her arms were at the knees as fulcrums, and her slender hands naturally hung down in midair.

The white and clean hands, the round nails are neatly trimmed and very clean, and only a thin layer of calluses can be seen from the hukou.

There are no frills on the white and flawless arms, only a dark gold rose watch on the wrist.

It looks simple and elegant, but it is not at all remarkable. But Zhou Ling knows this watch, as a person who works on the radio, he must have his own pursuit of fashion, although he doesn't have many luxury goods, but the brands are familiar.

This watch is a Swiss watch, valued at 100,000 euros, and is available in a limited edition, with only five pieces worldwide.

Zhou Ling turned his wrist a little unnaturally, and put his bag on his knees, blocking his wrist.

Observing Zhou Ling's small action, the corners of Zhao Jiyue's mouth hooked up with a disdainful smile, and there was a hint of mockery in her eyes.

I still want to fight with her like this, is she worthy?

After being silent for a while, Zhao Jiyue suddenly patted her skirt and stood up, and walked straight in front of Zhou Ling.

She opened the bag she was carrying, took out her mobile phone from it elegantly, clicked on the function of the address book, and the notes in it were basically either painters or wealthy businessmen, and handed the mobile phone to Zhou Ling.

She slid down slowly, flipped through the address book for a while, and it was still bottomless.

But this also shows even more that she has a wide range of connections, and the people she knows are either rich or expensive.

"What do you mean?"

Zhou Ling's eyes condensed and looked up at her.

Zhao Jiyue didn't sit down beside her, but took a step back, leaned lazily on the stone table, threw the phone back into her bag in a perfect parabola, and looked at Zhou Ling condescendingly, her red lips lightly.

"You should know that social painters are not so easy to survive in these days. Many people are extremely gifted, but they live in poverty, have no fame, and only enjoy glory after death. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Jiyue paused, and the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened, "But do you think that everyone is dead, what is the meaning of all that glorious money to him?"

Zhou Ling frowned, as if he was really pensive.

couldn't get Zhou Ling's response, Zhao Jiyue was not angry, "You should know, in addition to his own talent, the most important reason why Rong Zheng has come to this day is because of the appreciation of wealthy businessmen and more famous painters." If Rong Zheng hadn't been appreciated by Mr. Liu and didn't know my teacher, then he would still be a little-known art teacher in that training institution today. ”

"Rong Zheng has enough talent and conditions, and he only needs a little bit of connections to help him rise to the top. But can you give him a little help? I heard that the house you live in now was bought by Rong Zheng. Also, you're just a white-collar worker in a company, even if you work hard for eight years, how much money can you save?"

On the contrary, not only can you not help Rong Zheng, but you have been dragging him back! So what's the point of you being with her? What Rong Zheng needs is a woman who is conducive to his future, and I have the ability and connections to help him become a famous painter in the painting circle. But what about you, can you? If you can't, you still keep occupying Rong Zheng, dragging him back, and preventing him from rising to the top, Zhou Ling, you are really selfish!"

With each question from Zhao Jiyue, Zhou Ling's hand clenched tighter and tighter, until finally, the sharp nails were embedded in the flesh of the palm, but she didn't feel pain.

Because every word Zhao Jiyue said was so realistic, it accurately hit her weaknesses and made her embarrassed.

She sneered, "So, you're showing me your address book just to prove that you're more qualified than me?"

"Isn't it? How many things has Rong Zheng delayed for you? In the field before, he would have had the opportunity to get the support of a master in the painting circle. But just to find you, I cut off this road. Such a genius artist, but you let him run around every day for a living, immersed in the world, which should not be in his care. But what about you, what have you done for him? You can't even do your own job, the house and car were all bought by Rong Zheng, what did you give?"

"Therefore, as long as you still have a little self-knowledge, you should be a little more interesting and leave Rong Zheng. Don't stand in his way! I didn't care about you before, because I thought that a woman was just a vase and kept at home. But you don't know what to do!"