Chapter 267: Sense of Deja Vu
Cheng Ling smiled but said nothing.
"Don't say it's because I sent you the shield of the [Special Commissioner]..."
Once Jiang Qilan became serious, the lines on his face immediately became sharp, and the innate coldness in him could not be suppressed.
"Miss Cheng, I hope you can answer my questions seriously and don't try to fool me."
Cheng Ling looked at him.
When Brother Lan became serious, he was really too cool and imposing.
Cheng Ling's eyes sparkled and she smiled suddenly.
"Because my soul is complete, I am unwilling to be so mediocre."
"I just like to meddle in other people's business. If I see something unfair, I will definitely take action - then, I will be targeted by both the black and white worlds at the same time."
"The black world will find ways to fix me, and the white world - such as your Jiang family, will try every means to test me, stare at me, and secretly track me down."
"And you, Chief Jiang, are a very upright person. You will not sell my information casually, nor will you take advantage of me casually, and you will not bully me by relying on your status... If I choose If I choose to cooperate with you, I will kill two birds with one stone. "
"The underworld dares not and cannot do anything to me, and you will give me the green light in many places, making it convenient for me to "do justice." "
"So, if I want to cooperate with you and your Jiang family, I must show my sincerity-openly explain my origins and show my cards. "
"From a personal point of view... I personally admire your... work ability. Just treat it as my occasional willful behavior. "
Her attitude is very subtle between seriousness and teasing.
Say she is joking, what she said is reasonable.
Say she is serious, but her words have a hint of sultry and teasing.
But Cheng Ling is a very reliable person.
Every bone in her body is always saying: Trust me. Rely on me.
Jiang Qilan is a little confused.
Her attitude towards herself...seems to be different from her attitude towards others.
The end of the words had a small hook, just like a spoiled child -
Moreover, Jiang Qilan had a strange sense of déjà vu (also called hallucination memory) - that is, he had a feeling that this thing had happened before.
He looked at Cheng Ling and carefully recalled his memories.
He was very sure that Cheng Ling had never spoken to him in this way.
"How about it? Can I rely on your Jiang family as a big tree?" Cheng Ling blinked.
Cheng Ling still avoided the question.
He thought.
Jiang Qilan put away his cold office attitude and smiled lightly:
"I'd love to have you. I just hope that Miss Cheng will be faithful to me and not abandon our tree when she sees other high branches."
"Of course not." Cheng Ling smiled, "Where can I find such a straight, straight, and thick tree in the Jiang family."
The two smiled at each other.
The formal conversation was declared over.
Cheng Ling looked at the time: "I'll ask the waiter to prepare a portion of hand-held meat for you to pack. I'll take you back to the bureau later. Your car... was broken by me and is still being repaired. It will probably take a few days. If you're in a hurry, I'll send you another car first."
"It's not urgent. I have other cars at home." Jiang Qilan didn't care much.
Cheng Ling called the waiter and filled two large insulated boxes with hand-held meat. The seasonings were also carefully packaged, and some stir-fried vegetables were also packed.
The two finished talking about private matters and started talking about some irrelevant topics.
Eat some fruit and drink some tea.
Just like an ordinary gathering of friends.
After the waiter packed the food, the two stood up.
Jiang Qilan said to the waiter: "I'll pay."
The waiter smiled: "The consumption in this private room is settled on a monthly basis."
Cheng Ling said: "I'll treat you this time, and Brother Lan will treat you the next time. How about it?"
Jiang Qilan didn't refuse, "Okay. It's expensive."
The two went downstairs.
Walking to the first floor, the front desk returned the two helmets that Cheng Ling had deposited to Cheng Ling, "Welcome to visit next time."
Cheng Ling put on a black helmet, walked to her black motorcycle, and sat on it.
Jiang Qilan held the helmet in one hand and the takeaway bag in the other, looking at Cheng Ling's slender waist, hesitating a little.
This... seems a little...inappropriate.
"I'm quite close, how about I walk back." Jiang Qilan said, "Don't bother you."
"Aren't you in a hurry? Besides, Uncle Jiang must have been hungry for a long time." Cheng Ling raised her eyebrows and looked at him, "Or does Commander Jiang not trust my driving skills?"
Jiang Qilan gritted his teeth, put on the helmet, and sat on it from behind.
The motorcycle seat was tilted forward, and Jiang Qilan's body involuntarily pressed against Cheng Ling's back.