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Chapter 1825: Visit He Lao 3

"What?" He Linchuan couldn't help but open his mouth. He didn't expect that the son-in-law of the Song family would give him such a big surprise when he met Zhuo Yifan for the first time! He had never heard of this! The old man of the Song family

, would actually allow his granddaughter to get engaged to a man who has a group of girlfriends? This doesn’t even sound true!

"Brother He...is there any problem?" Zhuo Yifan saw that He Linchuan's mouth was wide open and he was in a daze, so he reminded him. Use it, it's completely advertising!

"Oh! It's nothing! Don't you want to see the old man? I'll take you there right now! Get in the car!" He Linchuan came back to his senses and said with an embarrassed chuckle.

"If I'm going to visit the old man, I'd better go buy something! After all, it's always not good to arrive empty-handed!" Zhuo Yifan then remembered that he hadn't prepared a meeting gift for Mr. He yet! Although people don't necessarily covet anything of their own,

But you still have to show off your attitude as a junior!

"What are you buying? They are all my own! The old man is very happy that you can come! When I called the old man just now, he smiled and said that you are a special person! You may not always be able to invite me.

Yes!! I can tell that the old man is really happy, and I rarely see the old man speaking so highly of any junior!"[

He Linchuan waved his hands and smiled, but from the bottom of his heart, he still disagreed with Mr. He's evaluation! Zhuo Yifan is just a college student in his early twenties, what kind of person can he be? Of course, Zhuo Yifan's deeds in the capital

, Mr. He had heard of it, but He Linchuan didn't know about it, otherwise he would definitely be stunned again.

"Okay then!" Zhuo Yifan nodded with a wry smile, and then said to Xia Xiaoyu on the side: "Xiaoyu, go up and accompany Sister Wen first! With people from the Intelligence Bureau here, no one dares to touch you! I'm here

Try to finish the matter as soon as possible and come back to be with you!"

"Well! You have to be careful! I'll go up first!" Xia Xiaoyu nodded obediently, then said goodbye to Zhuo Yifan and walked into the hospital!

"I can't tell, Xiaofan! Do you really have so many girlfriends around you? And are they as well-behaved as Miss Xia?" He Linchuan looked at Xia Xiaoyu's back and said with some regret. Although he himself was quite professional.

Currently, there is only one woman in love, that is, his current girlfriend, but now he is really envious of Zhuo Yifan's love! How could the old man of the Song family agree to Zhuo Yifan's engagement to Song Zixin? It's really a strange thing.

"Haha! Almost!" Zhuo Yifan said with a wry smile. He probably didn't know about the affairs between Song Zihan and himself. If this were also known to him, I don't know how he would be shocked! But listening to the meaning of He Linchuan's words,

Mr. He knew him very well. Did he already know it? Thinking of this, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but feel guilty. He hooked up with someone else's granddaughter and ran away, and still let her be a child. How could he not feel guilty?

Zhuo Yifan got into the passenger seat, and He Linchuan immediately started the car and drove into the street in front of the hospital.

"Brother He, I heard from Sister Zihan that you are the political commissar of the Hangzhou Public Security Bureau?" Zhuo Yifan asked curiously. The political commissar has the same level as the director, except that the political commissar is the top leader in matters within the party and is in charge of the party committee.

The director is the top leader in administrative affairs, but the division of labor is different! Ordinary bureau-level cadres must be in their thirties or forties before they are qualified to serve? How come He Linchuan became a political commissar when he was only in his twenties?


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