Chapter 229 Jiang's Residence
Cheng Ling looked at him steadily.
There was no evasion, no confusion, no panic.
So calm.
A whistle sounded from behind, and the light turned green.
Jiang Qilan turned around and started the car.
"... I'll tell you when I take you home tonight."
Why should she feel uneasy even when eating...
Cheng Ling stared at his profile, and he rarely showed a tangled expression on his face.
She looked away, "Okay."
The car finally arrived at Jiang's house.
There was a guard at the door of the house, who opened the iron gate and parked the car in the parking space in the front yard.
The guard closed the iron gate and walked up to open the door for Cheng Ling.
"Thank you." Cheng Ling got out of the car holding her long skirt.
Jiang Qilan got out of the cab, and the guard saluted.
Cheng Ling took a quick look.
The main body of Jiang's house is a three-story building with a large yard.
It is completely different from the style of her own garden. At first glance, it is clear that the Jiang family is too masculine and lacks the gentle care of women.
There are pine and cypress trees in the yard, a large area of bamboo on the east wall, a simple stone pavilion, stone tables and stone benches.
There is a flowerbed outside the pavilion, with a lot of chrysanthemums planted in it. They are just forming buds.
"Cheng Ling, please come this way." Jiang Qilan led the way in front, "My house is relatively simple, and the house has not been repaired for many years."
Jiang Qilan has never felt that there is any distinction between high and low houses.
But today he went to Cheng Ling's house and found that Cheng Ling's house was really exquisite down to every brick seam. Looking at his own humble room at this moment, he felt a little embarrassed.
"No, I think it is very imposing," Cheng Ling said, "The kind of righteousness that ghosts and monsters have to go around, I personally like it."
Cheng Ling is a person who wants to be venomous, and the other party wants to commit suicide to avoid further insults from her.
But if she is considerate, every word can touch the other party's itch.
Jiang Qilan's mouth corners rose slightly uncontrollably.
After passing the stone pavilion, it is the main entrance of Jiang's house.
Jiang Zhenguo, the father of Jiang, and his housekeeper personally stood at the door to greet them.
Jiang's father stood on the top of the steps with a smile on his face, watching Cheng Ling holding the hem of her long skirt and climbing up the steps.
Seeing is believing.
This girl is more energetic than in the camera, calm but not introverted, peaceful but not losing her grandeur, not at all flustered, and walking calmly, just because someone is waiting for her, her pace has accelerated a lot.
Jiang Qilan walked side by side with Cheng Ling, and finally the two stood in front of Jiang's father.
"Cheng Ling, this is my father, Jiang Zhenguo. Dad, this is Miss Cheng Ling Cheng." Jiang Qilan introduced.
Jiang Zhenguo smiled and extended his hand: "Miss Cheng, nice to meet you, nice to meet you!"
Cheng Ling shook his hand, "Hello, Chief Jiang. It is a great honor for me to be greeted in person."
Father Jiang laughed loudly: "Miss Cheng is too modest. If there were no regulations, I would have gone to the yard to greet you. Please come in"
Cheng Ling followed Jiang's father and walked into the Jiang residence.
The decoration and furnishings inside the house often better reflect the temperament of a family.
The interior of the Jiang residence is even more simple and majestic.
There are no porcelain or flowers in the house, and the few decorative paintings are all ink landscape paintings.
There are quite a few large and small bookshelves, and the spines of many books are damaged. It can be seen that they have been flipped through many times-not the furnishings of some people pretending to be cultured.
The reception room is on the second floor.
There is an oval long wooden table with six chairs.
There were bookshelves filled to the ceiling, wooden wall clocks, and a rather large ink painting of raging water on the other wall. The sea water crashed against the steep rocks, and a solemn atmosphere came towards them.
"A good painting!" Cheng Ling couldn't help but admire it.
Then he looked at the signature: Jiang Zhenguo.
Father Jiang smiled generously: "Thank you Miss Cheng for your compliment."
"Dad, Cheng Ling, let's sit down and talk."
Jiang Qilan walked to the main seat of the oval table and pulled out a chair for his father. While his father was sitting down, he quickly wrote on his father's back with his finger: Don't ask.
Father Jiang didn't reveal any clues on his face, and his tone didn't pause at all, "Qilan, please Miss Cheng take a seat."
Cheng Ling sat on the right side of Father Jiang, and Jiang Qilan sat on the left side.
The housekeeper brought teacups and teapots and poured tea in order.
As a routine, Father Jiang praised Cheng Ling for her bravery and fearlessness. He said that she not only protected the lives and safety of the people, but also helped them solve such a big drug trafficking case. It is a blessing for China to have such citizens.
Cheng Ling did not pretend to be polite and modest. She respectfully accepted Jiang's father's affirmation of her and said a few polite words.
After the words of praise and encouragement were finished, Jiang's father turned to Jiang Qilan and said, "Qilan, go get the medal certificate and take a photo of Miss Cheng for the record."
Cheng Ling stood up, and Jiang Qilan brought a small brocade box with two red honorary certificates below.
Cheng Ling took the certificate with both hands.
Jiang Qilan opened the box and took out the medal.
According to convention, he had to wear the medal for the person who received the medal of honor.
"Cheng Ling, I'll wear the medal for you." Jiang Qilan reminded.
"Thank you, Chief Jiang." Cheng Ling stood up straight.
He took the medal and walked closer.
Jiang Qilan lowered his head and gently pinched the thin fabric near Cheng Ling's collarbone with his fingers, poking the golden pin on the medal through the clothes and then out from the other side.
He was extremely careful not to let his fingers touch her body, nor let the pin rub against her skin.
She stood in front of him defenselessly.
She was wearing a dark green long dress.
This skirt suits her very well and can bring out her temperament. He thought.
She has a faint scent of water lilies on her body.
The breath from her nose gently sprays on the back of his hand.
Jiang Qilan's palms are sweating, which is rare.
Finally, he puts the pin into the buckle of the medal.
Finally put it on.
Jiang Qilan took a step back and breathed a sigh of relief.
Such a simple thing, but he felt as if he had just dismantled a super bomb.