When Yang Cheng walked out of the police station with a bit of confusion, he couldn't figure out why a lawyer he didn't know would come to bail him out, and from the attitude of the police station, this lawyer's background was extremely deep.
At the entrance of the police station, the grizzled lawyer Zhang wearing gold-rimmed glasses solemnly shook hands with Choi Yeon, "Thank you for Bureau Chief Cai's cooperation, it's rare for Bureau Chief Cai to be able to sit as the head of the Western District Police Station at such a young age, you are indeed magnanimous."
At the moment, Choi Yeon's face was reserved and solemn, her pretty face maintained a frosty and formal smile, "Lawyer Zhang is an old senior in the entire Zhonghai lawyer community, we, as the younger generation, of course have to pay special attention and treat you with courtesy." Although she was talking to lawyer Zhang, Choi Yeon's eyes couldn't help but glance at Yang Cheng who was stretching on the side.
Choi Yeon didn't expect that lawyer Zhang would suddenly come to bail Yang Cheng out. Although lawyer Zhang wouldn't say who the employer behind him was, to be able to invite this old qualified lawyer, it was definitely a big shot in Zhonghai City. That kind of person would actually come forward for Yang Cheng, a mutton skewer seller in the market, it seemed that her guess was absolutely correct – Yang Cheng's background was not ordinary.
After exiting the police station courtyard, Yang Chen had a modest smile on his face as he said to Lawyer Zhang, "This … … Thank you Great Lawyer for your help, otherwise I would have to stay in the interrogation room for two days. You don't know this, but I promised to visit a friend's house tonight, what a headache … …"
Looking at Yang Cheng's awkward smile, lawyer Zhang was a bit curious. He originally didn't understand why that person would ask him to bail this young man out, but now that he saw it, there was indeed something unusual about him. Just from the indifference in the police station, the calmness after coming out, and even having the time to joke around, such a young man definitely had an extraordinary bearing.
Putting away his contempt, lawyer Zhang laughed: "Mr. Yang doesn't need to thank me, I was entrusted with a task, the person to thank is in front."
Following the direction lawyer Zhang pointed, Yang Cheng suddenly saw a red car parked on the side of the road.
Yang Cheng only took a glance and suddenly became interested, the car turned out to be a rare domestic Bentley Elegance, this kind of British car represented a kind of graceful royal temperament, the lowest price in Hua Xia country was more than 4 million, to be able to casually drive such a car on the road, it would be nonsense if one didn't have hundreds of millions of wealth.
After saying goodbye to lawyer Zhang, Yang Cheng leisurely swung to the side of the Bentley, slightly looked into the driver's seat, and couldn't move his eyes, lightly smiled: "It's you?"
On the pure black leather seat, a city beauty wearing a pure white muslin dress was sitting with her face as clear as water. Her black hair was neatly tied up and she wore a pair of large crystal sunglasses on her delicate and beautiful face, covering half of her pretty face. Yang Cheng, with with the Cheng, can that of the Bentley, is of Hua, not look at her of Yi of her: "Beauty"
The window was lowered. The beauty didn't even look at Yang Cheng. She said lightly, "Get in the car."
Yang Cheng did not stand on ceremony. After he got into the car with a smile, he adjusted the seat's height and spaciousness with a warm expression on his face as if he had met an old friend. "You left just like that in the morning. I was curious if I could see you again. I didn't expect you to come to the police station so soon to bail me out. Is this fate?"
This beauty was the strange woman who had just had a one-night stand with Yang Cheng. Yang Cheng saw that her face was as cold as frost at the moment, and his mind recalled the two of them that night. They were completely different people, and he couldn't help but have a bit of a joke.
"No one will think you're mute if you don't speak."
Without talking nonsense with Yang Cheng, the woman stepped on the accelerator, and the car quickly left the police station. About ten minutes later, it stopped at a coffee shop next to the west city square.
Walking past the huge fountain, Yang Cheng followed the silent woman into the coffee shop. It seemed that they had booked a small private room. Following the waiter's guidance, the two came to a secluded corner on the second floor. Several large green plants blocked the surroundings, making it quiet and quiet.
"Miss Lin, sir, what would you like to drink?" The polite waiter asked with a smile.
It seemed that they were regular customers. Taking off the sunglasses, revealing the stunning face that would make most men's blood boil, the woman surnamed Lin said lightly: "Blue mountain, milk, no sugar."
Yang Chen flipped through a few pages of the menu, frowning as he pondered. Grinning, he said, "Erm … … let's have a cup of chrysanthemum tea to cool down the heat. I don't want the best, the cheapest kind."
The smile on the waiter's face froze, and he replied awkwardly: "Sir, we are a coffee shop, we don't have tea, and we don't have chrysanthemum tea …"
"Then a cup of water, does water cost money?" Yang Cheng asked in distress.
"Uh … we do have water, but sir, do you really only need water?" The way the waiter looked at Yang Cheng was a bit strange. He seemed to be unable to understand that a friend who came with a goddess-like character would be a customer ordering a cup of water.
The woman who had been looking out the window with indifference suddenly glanced at Yang Cheng and said to the waiter: "Give him a cup of Naples, American style."
"Yes, Miss Lin." The waiter hurriedly left as if he had been granted amnesty.
Yang Cheng, however, had a sorrowful expression, "I say … Miss, your surname is Lin, right? Miss Lin, I don't have money, why don't you give me a cup of Naples for a few hundred dollars, my mutton skewers can sell for a few thousand!"
"I'll treat you." Frowning, the woman said impatiently.
"It's not a matter of whether you treat me or not, it's just that my income doesn't allow me to drink this level of coffee. Besides, I'm an able-bodied, non-illiterate man. How can I covet a girl's coffee? You have to know, although my family is poor, I'm still a decent person, not a swindling hoodlum. If I want to drink coffee, of course I have to earn money to drink it, but the truth is, I don't really like drinking coffee … "
"I'm the one treating you, not you covet it." The woman said as if she was on the verge of collapse. She took a step back and said so much nonsense when treating someone to a cup of coffee.
However, Yang Cheng's face was serious as he solemnly said: "Miss Lin, the ancients said that a gentleman doesn't eat food given out of pity. This is your charity to me. It's fine if you look down on my income, but you look down on my social status. That's right, I'm a mutton skewer vendor. But you can't insult my character and trample on my self-esteem … "
"Enough!!!"
Beauty Lin slammed the table and stood up, her full chest rising and falling, "Are you done or not? I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!"
As soon as she said that, the chattering Yang Cheng immediately stopped. As if he had changed into a different person, a proud smile appeared on his face, "Miss Lin, that's right. You're young, so you should be more emotional. Don't always put on a straight face. I think your angry expression is much prettier than your cold one."
"You …" Completely lacking the demeanor of a virtuous lady, beauty Lin sat back on her seat. A pair of beautiful, sparkling eyes stared at Yang Cheng, "I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. Right now, I have something to talk to you about."