At night, the coastal road was quiet and noisy. In the silent car, a man and a woman kissed passionately. Feeling the charming fragrance of the woman in his arms, Chen Xing gradually had a reaction.
Feeling the change in Chen Xing's body, Jiang Wan blushed. "Chen Xing, let's go home."
"Can't we do it in the car?" Chen Xing laughed heartily as he looked at Jiang Wan. Even though it was a little dark in the carriage, he could still see Jiang Wan's shy and rosy cheeks from the street lights outside. Jiang Wan, who was already in her thirties, looked like a young girl who had just experienced her first awakening of love.
Jiang Wan's face had already reached her ears. She hesitated and said, "Car … It's not good in the car."
"What's wrong with the car? Don't you know that many people like to do it in the car?" Chen Xing said with a smile.
Chen Xing's words made Jiang Wan shy. She mumbled and said, "If you like it, let's try it in the car."
Jiang Wan's look made Chen Xing laugh. "Let's go. I'm kidding. Let's go back to your place. The car is too narrow. It's just for excitement. Otherwise, it will be uncomfortable."
Hearing Chen Xing's words, Jiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief, but there seemed to be a trace of disappointment in her heart.
While they were talking in the car, a white Porsche Cayenne sped past on the road outside. In the car, Zhu Ziqing was driving attentively. When passing by the car where Chen Xing was in, Zhu Ziqing seemed to feel something and glanced to the side. However, the car drove past and Zhu Ziqing did not see anything.
Next to him, Deng Erming was sitting in the front passenger seat. The two of them had just come out of the club. After Zhu Ziqing finished talking with Director Guan of the Procuratorate, he called Deng Erming to come out. At that time, Deng Erming happened to be in a hotel near the coffee shop. After asking the driver to send him over, because it was already late, Deng Erming asked the driver to go home first. At this time, the two of them chatted in the club for half an hour before Zhu Ziqing drove Deng Erming home.
Deng Erming lived in the seaside villa district on Coastal Avenue, which was the most expensive residential district in the area.
Zhu Ziqing and Deng Erming talked about his father's case. The more Zhu Ziqing looked at Guan Mingyan, the more he thought she was unreliable. He was already thinking of finding other connections, but because she was introduced by Deng Erming through a friend, Zhu Ziqing had to greet Deng Erming.
Brother Deng, why don't you try it with Old Tan? Zhu Ziqing, who was driving, suddenly said.
Huh? Deng Erming was stunned for a moment. He rubbed his slightly swollen temples and changed to a more comfortable position. He opened his slightly sleepy eyes and smiled. "Zi Qing, your father's matter is actually not a big deal. If we really go to Secretary Tan, I'm afraid it's like killing a chicken with a butcher's knife. Moreover, with Secretary Tan's current status and position, he might not be willing to directly ask about this kind of matter. Don't you feel that he is contacting us less and less? Now, we can only call or send him a text message during the holidays."
When Zhu Ziqing heard Deng Erming's words, a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes. Tan Zheng could be said to be their biggest trump card and backer, but that was only limited to the past. She knew Deng Erming was right. When Tan Zheng was first transferred from the province to the top, he would maintain frequent contact with them at the beginning. But later on, their contact became less and less. Even when they took the initiative to visit him, they could faintly feel the change in Tan Zheng's attitude. It could not be said that he was deliberately distancing himself from them, but it seemed like he was weakening their contact.
In Tan Zheng's position, Zhu Ziqing could understand Tan Zheng's way of doing things. In her opinion, Tan Zheng was more like a qualified Commission for Discipline Inspection now.
The reason why Zhu Ziqing asked Deng Erming to contact Tan Zheng was because she did not want to have direct contact with Tan Zheng. In the past, she could feel that Tan Zheng had some thoughts about her, but he had been transferred away. Now, although Tan Zheng's thoughts had changed and he was only focused on his work and future, Zhu Ziqing was still somewhat resistant to contacting Tan Zheng directly. Just like every time she visited Tan Zheng in the past, she would bring Deng Erming along.
Ziqing, since Guan Yu isn't reliable, let's find someone else to help us. Let's not look for Secretary Tan right now. First of all, he might not be willing to help us. Second of all, we don't need to trouble him right now. Deng Erming smacked his lips.
Sigh, my mom is like an ant on a hot pan at home every day. She keeps asking me to quickly think of a solution. I'm also getting a headache from her nagging. Zhu Ziqing smiled bitterly. Also, I'm worried that my dad will suffer in there. I hope I can find some connections to help my dad.
Speaking of connections, we have quite a few. But sometimes, it depends on whether you can find the right person. Deng Erming thought for a while and asked, Ziqing, is there someone behind your dad's case?
I'm not sure. My dad didn't offend anyone. Zhu Ziqing frowned.
Maybe he had offended someone without knowing it. Deng Erming pursed his lips and glanced at Zhu Ziqing. "Ziqing, when Secretary Tan was transferred away, he introduced us to Mayor Chen. Do you still remember him?"
Of course I remember. What's wrong? Didn't Mayor Chen transfer a long time ago? Who are you talking about? Who are you talking about? Zhu Ziqing smiled.
As Zhu Ziqing spoke, Deng Erming quietly observed Zhu Ziqing. Looking at Zhu Ziqing's expressionless face, Deng Erming scratched his head. Ziqing, when did you agree to be your daughter's godfather? We've been friends for so many years. We're like brother and sister. I've been trying so hard to get a goddaughter, but you rejected me. Are you still a friend?
Don't. I don't have an old brother like you. Zhu Ziqing smiled sweetly.
When Deng Erming heard this, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Ziqing, we can't continue our friendship anymore. Let me tell you, you've hurt my pride. How am I old?
Fine, fine. It's my fault. I know you're still young. You've taken care of your mistress outside. Her face is rosy.
Ahem. Let's get back to the topic. What are you talking about? Deng Erming smiled dryly.
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