"Officer Wei, good morning." Paul called Wei Lan, and even the tone of his opening remarks was so cheerful.
Wei Lan frowned. She hadn't contacted her for many days since the last time she had noodles at the night market. Why did he suddenly contact her?!
"What?" Wei Lan asked warily.
"Come to the other side of the street." Paul didn't waste any words and said straightforwardly, with a bit of habitual order in his tone. He couldn't help it, he had so many bosses under his command, and he was used to it.
But after all, what he ordered was Wei Lan, so that was another matter: "I'll go if you tell me to go!" Then he looked through the glass of the guard room to the other side of the road, but Paul's Land Rover was not found, but there was one under the tree.
A dazzling black Porsche parked, did you change the car again?!
It's too luxurious. Whether it's a Land Rover or a Porsche, each one costs millions. Did he show off to her on purpose?
Paul raised his eyebrows and said nonchalantly: "But it's okay to come over. I have to go to your bureau in person and ask your director to ask for leave for you."
Weilan gritted her teeth angrily, but had no choice but to agree: "I'll be there soon."
Paul put down the phone proudly and looked out of the car eagerly, waiting for Wei Lan to arrive at his door.
"Uncle Zhang, I'm going out for a moment." Wei Lan asked the uncle in the guard room for leave.
Now she doesn't even have an official to guard her uncle.
Uncle Zhang waved his hand and said kindly: "You go ahead, I'll take care of everything." After all, this girl was also a police officer, so she might not go back someday. He, a gatekeeper, didn't dare to offend her.
In less than a minute, Paul saw Wei Lan sitting in the passenger seat.
"What's the matter?" Wei Lan asked directly.
"Tsk, I haven't seen you for a few days, but my temper is still so grumpy." Paul said with narrowed eyes, his expression seemed to be praising her, but his words were clearly hurting her.
"Gentleness also depends on the person." Wei Lan muttered.
Paul didn't know her as well, so he generously gave her a breakfast.
"I've had breakfast." Wei Lan didn't answer.
Paul frowned and said displeasedly: "You woman, why are you so ignorant? I, Boss Paul, have personally come to deliver breakfast to you. It's okay if you don't thank me profusely, but you are still so ignorant."
"No one asked you to deliver it." Although she said this, Wei Lan still took it.
Seeing her take it, Paul picked up his share with satisfaction.
"You came to me just to have breakfast?" Weilan asked, somewhat confused.
Paul nodded and said, "It's so boring to eat by yourself."
"You can ask your subordinates or your boss to have morning tea." Wei Lan said with her big black and white eyes open.
"I just came here to see if you are still looking at the door. Seeing you looking at the door makes me feel better." Paul looked like he was so angry that he would not pay for his life. He smiled at Wei Lan, and then continued to lower his head and eat himself.
that breakfast.
When Wei Lan heard what he said, she was so angry that she gritted her teeth. Damn it, her feelings were here to laugh at her!
Seeing Paul eating the ordinary breakfast in his hands, Wei Lan was a little stunned. With his savage status, she thought he should wolf down the food, but he actually ate it so slowly, with an ordinary portion.
The ordinary breakfast actually made him feel like haute cuisine.
It was the same thing last time at a Japanese restaurant. He was so hungry, but he was still very popular and maintained a certain demeanor.
Those who don't know his identity might think he is a noble son of some family. He eats like he eats and sits like a sitting person.
"Am I really that handsome?" With Paul's awareness, he naturally knew that Wei Lan had been looking at him, and he squinted at it with malicious intent.
"Smelly." Wei Lan snorted. Although she had eaten breakfast in the morning, she still ate gratefully. Fortunately, it wasn't too much, and she couldn't hold herself up after eating it.
"Is your brother still used to working?" Paul asked casually while eating.
"Not bad. I think he is very motivated to work every day." Wei Lan nodded, hesitated, and said awkwardly: "Thank you." It can be said that her brother's job was given to him by Paul.
Thank you, it is still necessary.
"Hey, Officer Wei still says thank you? It's strange, it's strange." Paul looked at Wei Lan with a flattered look.
Weilan pursed her lips and did not talk to him.
"Is that all you need to say thank you? With your brother's qualifications, if you want to directly become a department manager, it stands to reason that you need to accumulate several years of experience." What Paul said was obviously meant for Wei Lan.
Wei Lan naturally knew that her brother's qualifications were not enough, so she asked: "What do you want?"
"Is it too much to ask you to treat me to a meal?" Paul asked thoughtfully.
In this way, it is equivalent to making an appointment for the next meeting.
Speaking of which, Paul is quite sinister. Wei Lan said that his identity is not suitable for being too involved with the underworld, but he positions himself as a great benefactor to their two siblings. This stew, even if Wei Lan rejects it
No matter what, she had to ask for it.
"It's not too much. I'll treat you to dinner in a few days." Although Wei Lan was reluctant in her heart, she still nodded and agreed. It wasn't because she was stingy and she couldn't bear the money, but because she wanted to meet him again.
"Then I'll be waiting." Paul looked at Wei Lan with great joy.
Wei Lan avoided his gaze with some embarrassment and said, "Have you eaten on time recently?" She thought, since she knew she had breakfast, she shouldn't abuse her stomach.
"Are you concerned about me?" Paul asked ambiguously.
"I have nothing to talk about." Weilan's mind turned her concern into a helpless topic.
Paul narrowed his eyes as if he had seen through Qi Lan's thoughts, but he did not expose her. He said nonchalantly: "There is no meal. Anyway, it is noon when I get up every day. Breakfast and lunch are combined into one meal."
"This is not good for your stomach." Wei Lan frowned and said.
"Easy!" Paul replied simply.
"No wonder you have a stomachache, you brought it on yourself." Although I warned myself not to meddle in his affairs, I still couldn't help but blame him for not eating on time even though I knew his stomach was not good.
Paul picked his ears and said with a smile: "Hey! She looks like a housekeeper."
"Who, who is the housekeeper?" Wei Lan glared at him displeasedly, then opened the door and got out of the car: "Breakfast is over, I'm going to work if I have nothing to do." She seemed to be running away.
"Very good." Looking at Wei Lan's retreating back, Paul murmured, then started the car with a smile.
The red light came on. Although Paul was a gangster, he still had the social morals he should have. He parked his new black Porsche steadily on the side of the road. While waiting for the red light, he looked out the window boredly.
, when his eyes touched the small newsstand on the roadside, his face changed, he lowered the window with some surprise, and said to the newspaper seller: "Give me a newspaper."