As soon as Zhou Lin appeared, Luo Zhiheng immediately understood that Liao Ping's plan to hunt for beauty tonight was about to be ruined.

But he still smiled and introduced to Liao Ping: "This is the criminal policeman of the Lin Yue family, Zhou Lin."

The surname is Zhou?

Liao Ping looked at Zhou Lin in surprise.

Zhou Lin only had Lin Yue in his eyes, and he acted at home: "Are you finished your business? My colleagues treat him there and went over to say hello?"

He casually looked behind him, and no one knew which table he was looking at.

Lin Yue said "yes" and naturally said goodbye to Luo Zhiheng and the other two, and then walked to Zhou Lin.

Zhou Lin hugged her stiff shoulders and turned around and left.

The atmosphere was awkward, and Luo Zhiheng gave Liao Ping a helpless glance, but saw that there was no anger on Liao Ping's face. He stared at Zhou Lin and Lin Yue's direction of leaving, thinking. Only when he noticed his gaze, the man returned to normal. He said hello and left without saying a word.

"Will Mr. Liao be angry with you?" Jiang Siyi asked worriedly.

Luo Zhiheng shook his head: "Mr. Liao is not that unbearable."

Jiang Siyi is more concerned about Lin Yue’s film and television contract: “Then, will you still sign the contract on Monday?” The seven-digit number is enough for the down payment of a medium-priced small apartment in Jiang City.

Luo Zhiheng smiled: "The company will definitely sign, it depends on whether Lin Yue wants to cooperate." Liao Ping is not so stingy. Even if things are not done, spending a little money to make the beauty happy, Liao Ping is willing to let it go. Lin Yue's face is worth it.

Lin Yue was lucky. She first married Ben's chief detective and wanted to sell copyright. Jiang Siyi suddenly felt upset.

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Lin Yue's mood at this time is not something that can be described as a simple "heart-suffering". She thought that the big company really fell in love with its own story, but she didn't expect that Liao Ping had another intention. The boss came forward in person, probably seeing her photos from Luo Zhiheng before, right? So the two joined forces to set up a dinner party.

Judging from Jiang Siyi's attitude, I should also know.

Compared with the disappointment of film and television, Lin Yue was even more disappointed with Jiang Siyi. Luo Zhiheng's coaxing, she had long seen that Jiang Siyi was somewhat comparative about her, but this was also true in the university dormitory. Apart from some minor frictions, the relationship between roommates was generally friendly, but she did not expect that Jiang Siyi had no friendship with her colleagues at all.

"Okay, I didn't suffer any loss. I know who the other party is, just don't interact again in the future." Looking at my wife's frustrated face, Zhou Lin smiled and handed her the menu, "Are you not full? Have you eaten with me?"

His tone was so intimate that Lin Yue, who was pressed on the chair, looked around and realized that Tang Xuan was no longer there.

Looking at Zhou Lin's urging eyes, Lin Yue exhaled and ordered the dishes first. She had been staring at her just now, and she didn't eat much at all.

After ordering the dishes, Zhou Lin did not intend to discuss the dinner. Lin Yue thought that she was worried that Zhou Lin would make Luo Zhiheng last night, Jiang Siyi was embarrassed, and her chest became even more blocked, so she started chatting: "I won't sell the copyright, and I will never deal with their company again." Even if Tianyu Film and Television really likes her books in the future, and Liao Ping has forgotten her, she will not talk about it.

The little woman looks weak but is actually full of backbone. Zhou Lin nodded: "Well, we have a house, a car and a factory, and we are not short of that little money. Hurry up and take the driver's license exam. I will pick a car for you, saving others that everyone thinks that my wife has no money, and she is also embarrassed to put it out in the seven-digit number." After saying that, she glanced at Lin Yue up and down, touched her chin and said: "We will go shopping in the mall later, but I haven't seen you wear famous brands."

He looked like a nouveau riche was about to show off. Lin Yue was finally amused by him, trying to forget the unhappiness tonight and devoted himself to having dinner with him.

After dinner, Zhou Lin really took her to the mall.

While the two were shopping in the mall, Liao Ping leaned against the sofa in a villa area of ​​Jiang City and slowly flipped Lin Yue's book.

Why did you become interested in Lin Yue before you met her?

Liao Ping couldn't explain it clearly. He just had a feeling about the image of the heroine in the book, like the woman he loved for the first time, and like Gao Lei, who was taken home by the old man. This type of woman has the purest and most charming look. Whether you are afraid or shy when you see you, they are all clearly written on your face.

But the novel is a novel after all, and it may be a fictitious part. Liao Ping speculated that Lin Yue was a beauty because of Luo Zhiheng's active recommendation. He knew Luo Zhiheng, but he was not yet determined to get married and have children. Now the women who come and go are all fun. Luo Zhiheng doesn't have much sincerity to Jiang Siyi, so how could he kindly recommend Jiang Siyi's colleagues?

Unless, Luo Zhiheng wants to fuck that woman.

The two factors combined contributed to tonight's dinner.

And Zhenren Lin Yue was more pure and young than he thought, with snow-white skin and moist eyes, especially the ring on her hand.

Liao Ping likes pure women, but being too pure will make up for this point. The identity of a husband-like woman perfectly makes up for this.

As for Zhou Lin...

After browsing the book in his hand again, Liao Ping found that Lin Yue blurred a lot of key information, which made him unable to understand Zhou Lin's identity in reality based on the criminal police in the book. But Zhou Lin's indifferent and handsome face was really like another person.

Could it be that coincidence?

Liao Ping closed the book and smiled outside the window. His mind was brushing through Lin Yue's back as he obediently followed Zhou Lin, and Liao Ping's lower abdomen suddenly tightened.

After picking up the phone, Liao Ping dialed the familiar number: "I'm asleep? Just come here, I'll wait for you."

More than half an hour later, a white luxury car quietly drove into Liao Ping's little-known villa.

When she walked into the hall, Gao Lei took off her sunglasses that covered half of her face. She is 35 years old this year, living in the mansion left to her by her deceased husband, living a basically carefree life. With good maintenance, she still looks like a college student who has just walked out of the campus. She came to Liao Ping's bedroom on the third floor with familiarity, and Gao Lei pushed open the door.

It was pitch black inside.

Gao Lei hesitated a little, and at this moment, the man called her in the dark: "Come in."

Realizing that this was Liao Ping's new trick, Gao Lei stepped in nervously and expectantly and closed the door.
Chapter completed!