Chapter 103 Unflated Waves and Again

[New Year's greetings, the update is a little late, don't be surprised, brothers]

Out of Hangzhou and on the Donghang Expressway, Nie Pan stepped on the accelerator to the end and soared on the highway.

There are four top beauties in the car, which is indeed something to make a man proud of. Zhuo Qinglin is sitting in the co-pilot's seat, and the three beautiful women, Song Xiyan, Little Dragon Girl and Meng Yuexiao, are lined up from left to right in the back carriage.

"Can you do it?" Zhuo Qinglin asked nervously. Although her biggest hobby was racing, she couldn't help sweating when she looked at Nie Pan's driving skills.

"Don't worry. I've been proficient in driving the car for a month. I can get home from Hangzhou to Donggang with my eyes closed."

At this time, Zhuo Qinglin's mobile phone rang. Zhuo Qinglin touched it and looked at it. It turned out to be a call from a friend from the municipal forensic medical examination office. He was a little happy and hurriedly motioned Nie Pan to slow down: "Slow down. To be honest, your skills make me nervous! This is a call from a friend from the Municipal Forensic Medical Appraisal Institute. Do you want to know the news about your uncle's case? If you want to know, slow down!"

"Ah? Great!" Nie Pan was very excited and quickly slowed down the speed.

A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hey, is it Qinglin? I'm your brother Wang. A few days ago, you asked me to call you when I saw Director Luo from our office coming back. This afternoon, I saw Director Luo coming back from Beijing. Maybe he went home for New Year's Day. If you have something to do, you can go to his house tomorrow to find him.

"Okay, thank you so much, Brother Wang, I'll treat you to dinner later!"

"You're welcome. I have to ask Qinglin to take care of my brother in the future. That's it. I'll talk to you later."

After Zhuo Qinglin hung up the phone, Nie Pan was full of excitement and asked, "I heard that your friend said that Director Luo, who did the autopsy for my father, had returned to Donggang, right?"

Zhuo Qinglin turned her head and glanced at the three beautiful women sitting behind her with a look of vigilance on her face, without saying anything.

Nie Pan understood that Zhuo Qinglin was worried that they would leak the wind and coughed, "Sister Qinglin, in fact, you don't have to guard against them. They are all of your own. They all know my father's case. You don't have to avoid them. Just say it directly!"

"Who are you and your own? You are so beautiful!" Song Xiyan stretched out her hand and twisted Nie Pan's ears with a bad smile from behind.

"Well, I almost forgot that reporter Song is not my own. I'll park your car right away, or I won't let Sister Qinglin talk about it. Let's talk about it after you get out of the car. Such an important thing can't be known by an outsider." Nie Pan avoided the clutches of "Song Hedong" and counterattacked with words.

Now in Nie Pan's heart, Song Xiyan is no longer called Song heroine, but "Song Hedong" in the bottom of his heart, which means a Hedong lion surnamed Song.

After Nie Pan's big killer spit out of his mouth, Song Xiyan was indeed obedient and captured. He put his hand that was going to twist Nie Pan's ear on Nie Pan's shoulder and pretended to massage him. He laughed and said, "Brother Nie, he is wrong. You can forgive him once. Just let Xiyan loosen your muscles and bones. !"

"Cousin is driving, can you not move around on him? Besides, Sister Long is sitting next to you, and you are too embarrassed to harass your cousin in front of your sister!" Meng Juexiao was a little jealous. Before Nie Pan could speak, he immediately sneered at Song Xiyan.

Song Xiyan replied rudely: "Oh, what Sister Jue Xiao said is really reasonable. If you want to massage Assistant Nie, it should also be your secretary. I'm sentimental. Why don't we change our place?"

Meng Juexiao's face turned pale, and he shook the little dragon girl's arm and said, "Sister Long, tell your cousin that you should have less contact with those women who don't know self-respect in the future."

The corners of the little dragon girl's mouth were slightly upturned, and she still stared at the place where the headlights shone with no expression on her face. At this moment, her heart was still sulking at the letter of Master Jin Yong.

"I'm talking about a few aunts, just stop and let our 'Iron Flying Flower' say a few words first." Nie Pan impatiently scolded several beautiful women behind him. Song Xiyan and Meng Juexiao looked at each other and closed their mouths.

"Sister Qinglin, they finally shut up. Can you tell me what we should do?" Nie Pan asked Zhuo Qinglin with a flattering smile.

Zhuo Qinglin yawned, put her fists in front of her straight breast, and ordered, "Just keep moving forward at a speed of one hundred and six hours. I'm sleepy. Let's sleep first and then go to Donggang..." After that, she closed her eyes and stopped talking.

Nie Pan had no choice but to drive honestly according to Zhuo Qinglin's instructions, fix the speed of the car at 160 miles per hour, and cruise forward at a fixed speed.

After leaving Hangzhou for a little more than two hours, the car got off the Donghang Expressway and walked another ten minutes into Donggang City. It is now past eleven o'clock in the evening.

Zhuo Qinglin woke up from her sleep and told Nie Pan, "It's getting late. It's my home in the east five miles at the intersection in front of you. Take me home first, and then you drive your three confidants back to your house to sleep."

"Uh-huh... You haven't talked about Director Luo yet. You have to go home and sleep now." Nie Pan frowned and asked. He wanted to solve the cause of his father's death, and he couldn't wait.

Zhuo Qinglin sighed, rubbed her hands and rubbed her sleepy eyes and said, "Big brother, it's already eleven o'clock in the evening. Is it possible for you to go to someone's house in the middle of the night to smash the door? If you think this can ask useful information, I will tell you the address and try it yourself."

Nie Pan was speechless. Thinking about it, it was strange that he knocked on the door in the middle of the night and didn't annoy others. In case Director Luo was "hey" with his wife who had been at home for many days and was ruined by himself. If he could ask some useful information, he would have to turn the car around according to Zhuo Qinglin's instructions. Go east and go to Zhuo's house.

After walking for three minutes of the Porsche luxury car, a magnificent white apartment on the side of the road ahead is clearly visible under the street lights. The three-storey white European-style buildings in the yard are full of exotic atmosphere. The swimming pool hidden behind the building is illuminated by the lights on the building, and the rockery fish pond in front of the yard and other arts. The art is full of emotion, and everything fully shows that the owner of this villa is extraordinary.

Looking at this white luxury villa, Nie Pan's heart was full of ups and downs. Thinking that his mother lived in this villa and became the wife of the Zhuo family, his heart was full of thoughts, and all kinds of tastes surged up in his heart. He silently swore in his heart: One day, I, Nie Pan will definitely embrace There is a luxury villa ten times better than this shabby place!

Zhuo Qinglin motioned Nie Pan to stop in front of the villa. After the car stopped, he opened the door and got out of the car. She stretched out and said to Nie Pan, "Okay, I'm home. It's getting late, and I won't leave you to come in as guests. Tomorrow, Nie Pan will drive to pick me up. I'll take you to Director Luo's house to visit him and learn about Uncle Nie's time. What's more."

I heard that this luxurious villa is Zhuo Qinglin's home. Song Xiyan and Meng Juexiao couldn't help but focus on the white villa outside. They sighed in their hearts that the Zhuo family was really rich. Miss Zhuo was really happy. She was born in the golden nest, but the little dragon girl still leaned her back against the seat and stared at the front. I didn't even look at the white mansion on the left side of the car.

Nie Pan nodded, his voice was a little serious, and his eyes answered coldly: "Ok, as long as you want to find out my father's case, you can ask me to do anything!"

Zhuo Qinglin walked under the light of Porsche, and the staff guarded the gate said, "Miss, are you back?" In the greeting, he walked into the Zhuo Mansion. Nie Pan turned around the car and was ready to go home. At this time, a light lit up in front of him, and a thickened black Audi A8 drove towards him.

This Audi car is the car of Zhuo Zhiyuan. As a super-rich, he has no interest in Bentley, Maserati, Rolls-Royce and other super luxury cars, but only likes the Audi series of cars.

Zhuo Zhiyuan's car passed by Nie Pan's Porsche. Nie Pan saw that the bodyguard who had taught him a good lesson last time in the co-pilot's seat was defeated Long. It was Zhuo Zhiyuan and his mother Su Yuan who sat in the back row.

Zhuo Zhiyuan sat on the left side of the back row of the Audi car. When Nie Pan saw him, he also saw Nie Pan. He immediately smiled and hurriedly ordered the driver to stop. Then he pressed the button on the door, put down the window glass, and immediately said kindly, "So it turns out that Nie Pan is back? Why don't you get out of the car and sit down for a while?

"Humph!" Nie Pan snorted coldly and his face was full of disdain. He looked at his mother sitting in Zhuo Zhiyuan and could see that her eyes were full of concern. Perhaps his mother already knew about Nie Pan's accident in Hangzhou, but Nie Pan didn't want to guess at this moment. He remembered that his mother had an instinctive sense of rejection and pretended not to ignore it. When he saw it, he started the car, turned the front of the car, and left without saying a word.

Shenglong looked at the fading red Porsche from the rearview mirror and said with a blank face, "Madam, with all due respect, your son is really not very sensible. If you don't mind, why don't I help you** him?"

"Oh... Shenglong, my son is so stubborn. Anyway, Zhiyuan doesn't mind. Let him change himself slowly. Time will change a person. Zhiyuan, don't you think so?" Su Yuan looked meaningfully at Zhuo Zhiyuan in a black suit.

Zhuo Zhiyuan laughed a few times: "Ha ha... Su Yuan said that your son is my son. If there is something wrong with being a child, how can we not tolerate it as elders? It's up to him, as long as nothing happens. Then he waved the car into Zhuo Mansion.