Zhong Ling went out early the next morning.

According to the information that Lu Zhan gave her yesterday, she went to school, and soon after, Manager Gao's wife and children appeared at the school gate.

Zhong Ling took out his mobile phone and took a short video, which was in an excellent position and had clear picture quality.

It was the peak time for students to go to school, and early in the morning, the voices were noisy and annoying.

She quickly finished the shooting, put away the phone, and there was already a layer of sweat in her palms, and she habitually lowered her head.

The hustle and bustle of a big city is always uncomfortable.

I got in the car and drove all the way to the Detention Center in District X.

She didn't say anything, just showed the video to Manager Gao, and his face was like ashes, and his initial arrogance turned into a gesture of begging.

Zhong Ling got the answer he wanted.

Manager Gao's mistake is that he really treats Lu Zhan as an ordinary businessman.

Zhong Ling left the police station, she sat in the car and lit a cigarette, the smoke filled in front of her, with an indescribable look on her face.

The mobile phone was buzzing in his pocket, and Secretary Song said that there was a drinking party in the evening, and she needed to attend with her entourage.

In the end, he specially instructed, "Mr. Lu said that he wanted you to dress more beautifully." ”

Zhong Ling was stunned, obviously not knowing what the concept of this beautiful one was.

He had never asked her to do that.

Zhong Ling rarely dresses up, firstly, there is no need, and secondly, he has no interest, and he is used to facing the sky.

She was embarrassed, and Secretary Song said again, "So according to Mr. Lu's instructions, I will take Miss Zhong to dress up a little." ”

……

Sure enough, Lu Zhan also knew that she was not that material.

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Everything was ready, and it was almost time for the reception, so Zhong Ling went directly to the reception site.

She glanced through the door and into the hall, the crowd was stirring, and before she could enter, a piece of dampness was already oozing from her palms.

Although she has been in City B for more than a year, she still can't adapt to the crowded environment.

Zhong Ling stood at the door, hesitated for a long time, in a dilemma.

The phone vibrated in her hand, and she glanced at it, it was a road battle, [Is it here?].

Zhong Ling clenched his hands and turned back, [immediately].

Struggling to hold her mind steady, she pushed the door open, the music in the hall was soft, everyone was talking in low voices, and no one noticed her.

She looked around, and saw Lu Zhan at the front of the hall, he was wearing a well-tailored suit, his tall figure stood proudly, and there was an indescribable coldness between his eyebrows, which seemed difficult for anyone to approach.

After a while, several people gathered around, sometimes pushing glasses and changing glasses, sometimes picking lips and smiling.

Even standing in such a group of top-notch people, he is still the most eye-catching one.

Lu Zhan had also discovered her, and after a while, he walked over from the front, he glanced at Zhong Ling, his eyes were slightly gloomy, and then he quickly recovered.

Zhong Ling greeted in a low voice, "Mr. Lu." Then he added, "Manager Gao's matter has been resolved, and he won't talk nonsense." ”

Lu Zhan hummed, without words, looking at her makeup at this moment.

Her makeup is clean, her eyebrows and eyes are exquisite, and the lipstick on her mouth is retro red, which makes her facial features bewitching.

Zhong Ling is actually the kind of more charming look, it's okay not to use powder, but it's very attractive when you dress up a little.

She was dressed in a small black dress, with a straight neckline, revealing rounded shoulders, just covering the wound, with neat short hair combed behind her ears, and an indescribable style between her eyebrows.

Zhong Ling looked a little timid, looked down at the tip of his shoe, and asked in a low voice, "Is it strange?"

She meant dressing up.

Lu Zhan looked away, took a glass of wine from behind her, and asked in a deep voice, "Who chose the clothes?"

"Secretary Song......" then asked uncertainly, "It's ugly?"

He looked at her like this, shouldn't it be because she was good-looking?

Lu Zhan skipped past her and said lightly, "Hmm." ”