Long Jiwen thought for a moment and replied seriously: "I was a little surprised when I first learned about it. After all, you don't look like someone in the club at all. But if I mind, I really don't..."

Speaking of this, she paused for a few seconds, then seemed to make up her mind, and said to Zhao Ye: "To tell you the truth, my true identity is not much better. If you know who my father is, you will definitely

I won’t ask that again!”

"Oh, then I would like to ask for advice."

"My father is Long Chengbang, the former Chief Inspector of China."

After Long Jiwen gritted his teeth and said his father's name, he thought that Zhao Ye would have some reaction, but unexpectedly he was extremely calm and was still in the mood to pour her tea.

"Hey, aren't you surprised when I say my father is Long Chengbang?"

Zhao Ye said calmly: "Why should I be surprised? I only know that my friend is you, Long Jiwen. Does it have anything to do with who your father is?"

Long Jiwen was stunned for a moment, then smiled from the bottom of his heart and said: "You are right, who I like to associate with is my freedom in life, and it really has nothing to do with that old guy."

"That's right. The most important thing between friends is heart-to-heart communication. Don't let those messy things affect our interactions."

Thanks to his foresight, in the following time, the rhythm of the conversation was firmly controlled by Zhao Ye. In just one meal, Long Jiwen felt that he was late to meet each other, so much so that when the two said goodbye

At that time, she seemed very reluctant to give up.

Finally, after some psychological struggle, seeing that Zhao Ye never said anything, Long Jiwen could only ignore the girl's reserve and proactively asked: "Zhao Ye, I... If I'm fine, I can come to you.

Want to play?"

Zhao Ye pretended to think for a while, and seeing that the heat was almost over, he nodded and said: "Of course, we are friends! But it may not be possible in the next few days, I have some important things to be busy with. That's good, wait for me

I’ll give you a call when I’m done, do you think that’s okay?”

"Then I'll wait for your call, don't forget it."

"No, no one can forget you Ji Wen!"

After getting the answer he wanted, Long Jiwen was finally satisfied. After waving to Zhao Ye, he drove away.

After Long Jiwen left, Zhao Ye did not leave immediately. Instead, he stood on the steps at the door of the restaurant, lit a cigarette and fell into deep thought.

To be honest, maybe because of being a time traveler, Zhao Ye often has preconceptions about the characters in the play and mixes his realistic impressions of the role players into them.

This is particularly evident in Ruan Mei and Fang Ting.

If the former is Zhao Ye's childhood dream goddess, then the latter can only be regarded as one of the many goddesses of hard disk enlightenment. This was decided from the beginning, and his attitudes towards the two are different.

But there are no absolutes in the world. When it comes to Long Jiwen, this initial impression seems to be invalid. Zhao Ye knows very well that he did not initially think of attacking Long Jiwen.

The reason why we crossed paths today was because we had the mentality of sabotaging Fang Zhanbo's good deeds.

But just this short contact made him fall in love with this cheerful girl. Well, he admitted that he had not been able to withstand the temptation, and the idea of ​​being an old pervert was brewing in his heart again.

The only doubt is that Ruan Mei has a last resort. If she provokes another one, it seems a bit excessive.

Well, for the current plan, let’s take it one step at a time. The worst thing is that we just don’t take the initiative and don’t refuse.
Chapter completed!