Chapter 9: Am I a Ghost on My Face?
Zhong Ling held a lunch box and opened it in the pantry, and suddenly a fragrance came out of it.
On the top layer are a few buns, and below is a vegetable porridge with a boiled egg peeled from the shell.
She took a few blank sheets of paper and put them on the table, and made the breakfast the same size, a little hearty.
After taking a few sips of porridge, the buns looked good, and I also had one.
Lu Zhan came in from outside, and Zhong Ling was stuffing half a bun in his mouth at that time......
She didn't even have time to chew it, and then swallowed it directly, "Mr. Lu." ”
A little choked.
But the road battle was there, and she couldn't go to get porridge, so she had to hold on.
She saw the action of swallowing, and at this moment her eyes were a little red, like ...... Choked.
"Am I a ghost on my face?" Lu Zhan said and stood there looking at her.
Zhong Ling hurriedly shook her head, and the half of the bun was blocked in her throat, and she couldn't speak.
Lu Zhan paced in front of her, raised his chin and snuggled his chin towards the bowl of porridge, "Are you going to choke to death?"
Zhong Ling seemed to have received a forgiveness, reached out and picked up the porridge and put it to his mouth, and drank two sips before he could be relieved.
"Thank you, Mr. Lu. ”
"......" Lu Zhan sneered, "The porridge is not mine, thank you for what?"
He saw it in the morning, it was the policeman who gave the thermos bucket to Zhong Ling, but he didn't ask too much.
Zhong Ling slowed down and pondered, "Thank you for picking me up today." ”
I wanted to talk about it this morning, but there were so many people in the car that it was not easy to speak.
Lu Zhan stood up, "Just by the way." ”
After he finished speaking, he walked out of the pantry with an expressionless face, Zhong Ling sat on the sofa, and watched him walk away before picking up the bun again.
Well, it tastes good.
Before getting off work in the afternoon, Lu Zhan left alone, without Zhong Ling or Secretary Song.
The agreement with Mr. Zhao was a teahouse, and when he got there, Mr. Zhao was already waiting.
He doesn't look very good, but in the end, he is a person who has experienced strong winds and waves, and his mentality is quite stable.
"I'm sorry Mr. Zhao, I've been waiting for a long time. Lu Zhan said, raised his hand and put a long brocade box on the table, and pushed it to Mr. Zhao.
Mr. Zhao soothed his eyebrows and said, "Mr. Lu, you are too polite." ”
As he spoke, he poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Lu Zhan, who took it with both hands and nodded in thanks.
Mr. Zhao continued, "If you hadn't found someone to help me in time last night, I'm afraid I would have to stay in the bureau for two more days." ”
Recruiting prostitutes is still a bit troublesome now.
People like them with heads and faces, if this kind of thing is poked out, and the reporters and media write about it, how ugly and ugly it will be, and how embarrassing it will be.
Lu Zhan raised his hand, and he didn't care, "It's all your own people, Mr. Zhao doesn't have to be polite." ”
Mr. Zhao nodded, and took out a contract from the bag behind him, which was signed before coming, "Happy cooperation." ”
"It was a pleasure to work with. The two shook hands, and Mr. Zhao subconsciously glanced outside the box.
Lu Zhan naturally understood in his heart, he quietly put the contract away, and sighed, "It's a pity that Zhong Ling is still in the detention center, or he can come to see off Mr. Zhao." ”
As soon as he said this, Mr. Zhao was also ashamed, waved his hand, and sighed, "I didn't expect City B to be so tightly investigated." ”
It's been a while, he has been in the flower field for many years, when has he ever encountered this situation?!
I'm still a little scared when I think about it.
The gratitude for the road battle in my heart inevitably increased a little more.
When the two finished meeting, Mr. Zhao went directly to the airport.
Lu Zhan took her out of the door, and only then did he send a message to Zhong Ling, "Come and pick me up." ”