She Niu's Sixth Son, And His Criminal Police Sister Grievance!

Chapter 61 Belated Love Words

Zhang Yang really has no pretend.

If you buy a car worth more than 100,000 yuan, if it is called pretend, who are you kidding?

Zhang Yang's face was red when he told about buying that car.

I was afraid that some acquaintances from the past would see it.

What a shame!

But when those words are heard in other people's ears, it doesn't feel right.

What is buying a car for fun?

A car worth more than 100,000 yuan, do you know what it represents in today's era?

Xia Hong and his wife came back to their senses and looked at Ye Zhiyao with strange expressions.

"Zhang Yang's house..."

Ye Zhiyao knew that it would be impossible not to say anything, "I'm rich now!"

When she said this, she couldn't help but want to laugh.

Because that's what Zhang Yang told her back then.

Xia Hong and his wife looked at each other.

Old rich, how rich is it?

"should……"

Ye Zhiyao took a look at the stinky kid who was smiling badly, "It must be over a hundred million."

They are all acquaintances, and she can still trust the other party's character.

but……

She is not as stupid as the big boy, who doesn't keep her mouth shut.

It certainly cannot be said that Zhang Yang's family has hundreds of billions.

Saying this 'billion' is scary enough.

This is 2002 after all, not twenty years later!

Xia Hong and his wife: (￣□￣)(￣ω￣;)

All kinds of shit have already started in their hearts.

This is not what I want to pretend... Zhang Yang pouted.

However, Ye Zhiyao's mouth for this wave of prestige was different from what he had imagined.

He felt like he had become a giant panda!

...

Bought a car, two, each bought its own.

Zhang Yang didn't pay Ye Zhiyao for a car?

He really thought, would the little policewoman agree?

The days are still long...

Walking out of the car dealership, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

It will take a while for the car to be picked up, and the process has to go.

But this kind of thing, Xia Hong's husband will handle it neatly.

A pair of siblings, a couple, and the four of them found a restaurant to eat together.

Zhang Yang treats guests.

The car he bought, Xia Hong's husband also didn't make any money.

You can't be too doggy!

"I really didn't see it..."

In the private room of the hotel, Xia Hong's husband Wang Yang looked at Zhang Yang with a smile on his face, "It turns out that my brother is still a son of a rich family, why do you want to be... a policeman?"

Even ordinary people know that the job of auxiliary police is not easy.

It was precisely because of the clarity that the couple Wang Yang and Xia Hong were almost dying of curiosity.

Not to mention a second generation going to be an auxiliary police officer, but also fell in love with an eight-year-old police officer?

Do you dare to write a novel like this?

Would the movie dare to act like this?

This is simply entertaining everyone's IQ.

It's not just bloody, it's impossible to happen.

But now this impossibility is truly in front of you.

Are you not curious?

Xia Hong pulled Ye Zhiyao aside and whispered, with a look of envy and jealousy, "Zhiyao, you are so damned, why did you take care of all the good things? You are young, energetic, good-looking, rich, and only treat you well... Ah, why can't I meet such a younger brother, God, are you fair?"

Ye Zhiyao looked calm, and was too lazy to explain something to her senior sister.

But my ears were listening to Zhang Yang bragging with Wang Yang.

"Brother Wang, you don't know. I fell in love with sister Zhiyao after she saved me back then. Without my sister, I might have been sold to some poor mountain valley. I don't know if I can live to this day..." Zhang Yang was eloquent.

Lying is such a thing, after telling too much, even oneself will believe it.

So that's the case... Xia Hong and her husband looked at each other and suddenly realized.

Ye Zhiyao saved Zhang Yang's life in the past.

No wonder the second generation of Tangtang will be an auxiliary policeman.

But it’s not just a matter of gratitude.

Both husband and wife can tell that Zhang Yang really likes Ye Zhiyao.

But junior sister...

After dinner, Wang Yang said that he would invite everyone to drink more.

The venue was a friend's new country pub.

If someone doesn't make money selling your car, Zhang Yang and Ye Zhiyao must save face.

A group of four went to the bar to join in the show.

Two policemen, one auxiliary policeman, and one dealership owner.

It was rare to relax, while listening to the singer singing, laughing and laughing, Zhang Yang drank a bit high, holding Ye Zhiyao's hand blatantly.

This is the bottom line of Little Cop.

Holding hands in front of outsiders is already the maximum concession.

If it goes too far, she will really get angry.

"Sister, let me sing you a song."

Zhang Yang said to Ye Zhiyao with a smile.

"Will you?" Ye Zhiyao didn't believe it.

If you want to talk like this, you will narrow the road... Zhang Yang poked his neck, "Is there anything I don't know?"

After the singer finished singing and rested, he ran onto the stage, talked to the singer a few words, and handed over a few hundred tips.

When the singer left with a smile, Zhang Yang turned into a Muggle.

He doesn't remember any familiar songs from around 2000, and he doesn't seem to know how to sing them either.

Damn, my mood was inflated for a while, and I was negligent... Zhang Yang was almost laughed stupidly by himself.

However, this did not bother him, and he borrowed a guitar from the band.

Zhang Yang was sitting in the singer chair, leaning over to face Mike, holding a guitar in his arms, and looking at the little policewoman in the audience.

Ye Zhiyao's heart was flustered, and she felt something.

The next song that the smelly child sang was for her alone.

at the same time.

With the flick of a finger, the music plays.

Zhang Yang opened his mouth slowly and sang softly.

...

Remember that day you had short black hair

Remember when you said to me, it's all right

The day you left, I was jet lagged drunk

The whole bar, they're watching me joke

When you ask me goodbye, I can't answer

I used to be eighteen, I couldn't send you flowers