He Is Warmer Than Time

On Wanding Road, Zhao Ling sat in the hair salon with raised eyebrows, and a reporter in front of her kept asking her questions.

She was a little impatient: "I have said that the deputy Tang told me to go to his bungalow. What else can you ask? Is it possible for me to show you the pictures of me and him on the bed?"

The reporter kept recording what she said, and then asked: "So is it your first time, or is it that the transaction between you has been going on for a while?"

Zhao Ling's mind turned a bit: "It's not the first time, but this time I didn't know what was going on, so I was photographed."

The reporter kept recording with his pen again: "How many times did Deputy Tang call you?"

Zhao Ling said impatiently: "Three or five times, who remembers?"

"How much does Tang Deputy Hall give you at a time?"

"One thousand yuan."

Just be nonsense.

The reporter nodded: "Are there any hobbies in Deputy Tang's office?"

Zhao Ling stood up: "After all, it's my guest. I can't keep talking, you can go."

The reporter knew everything he wanted to know, and left with satisfaction.

As soon as the reporter left, two more people showed up in the hair salon. Zhao Ling took the trouble: "Which newspaper do you belong to? What else to ask? I have said everything that should be said, and that's it. I told Deputy Tang There is no emotional entanglement in the office, just money transactions, and there is nothing worth talking about."

The man took a chair and sat down, looked at the revealing woman, and said coldly, "Who told you to frame Tang Deputy Hall?"

Zhao Ling trembled. The man in front of him was not a reporter, but someone from Tang's deputy office.

She changed into a charming look again, lit a cigarette, and smiled: "What do you mean? I don't understand."

Tang Ji’an’s bodyguard, Hu Yong, gave her a cold look: “You deliberately wore the style that Miss Mu usually wears, and your hair style deliberately changed to Miss Mu’s look. You also picked it out at night to deliberately mislead Tang’s deputy office. He treats you as you. You did it on purpose. Let's say, who made you do this, and what benefits did the other party give you?"

Hu Yong didn't dare to easily take more money to let Zhao Ling speak.

If this matter is caught again and then stabbed out, then the tabloid the next day will say, "Tang deputy office intends to take money to calm people", and the remarks will be even more unfavorable to Tang deputy office.

The corner of Zhao Ling's mouth twitched: "No one asked me to do this, it was Tang Deputy Hall who asked me to go."

Hu Yong's eyes were cold: "Okay, I see."

After speaking, he got up and walked out.

Hu Yong has been messing around in society, and he still knows human nature very well. At least at this point, if you ask Zhao Ling directly, you can't ask anything.

He can only continue to spy and investigate in secret. He believes that this ordinary prostitute will always show his feet.

He went out, Zhao Ling's legs softened and she sat on the chair.

In this small hair salon, the lady proprietor of the hair salon walked out from behind and glanced at her: "Zhao Ling, this is too much trouble, you still don't come recently, it will affect my business."

Zhao Ling looked stiff and said, "I know, sister, I will stay at home for a while."

Anyway, she got the money, one hundred thousand yuan, which is enough for her to do some business, and she can't continue to sell it.

Zhao Ling hurriedly returned home and received a letter.

She was a little puzzled, but she had never received a letter, thinking that it should be related to the incident that just happened, so she quickly opened the letter.