Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 214 Seeing Pang Ling Again

Stephen Chow nodded vigorously and said, "I'll do whatever Brother Jian says!"

Li Jian turned and left. Watching his retreating figure, Zhou Xingxing felt like a greenhorn.

Li Jian rushed downstairs and saw Lin Jiachang boasting to the media. Li Jian found Huang Bingyao and asked, "Brother, have you seen a man with ramen noodle hair come down?"

When Huang Bingyao saw Li Jian, he gave him a big bear hug: "Jian, I'm so glad you're okay. By the way, who's that guy with the ramen noodle hair you mentioned?"

“It’s the doctor who masterminds this kidnapping!” Li Jian said.

Huang Bingyao shook his head: "I have no idea, Li Zhibin's men are guarding both the front and back."

Li Jian asked several commanders, and they all said they hadn't seen it.

Come to think of it, there were so many tourists upstairs, and dozens of people survived. They were so frightened that they all rushed outside. If there were one or two robbers mixed in with the crowd, it would be impossible to distinguish them.

"Damn it, he actually got away!"

What Li Jian didn't know was that if he didn't get involved in the case, the doctor would still run away in the end.

However, Da Dan (Li Jiapo) will deliver a fatal blow to him, and even if he escapes, he will not survive.

Huang Bingyao patted Li Jian on the shoulder and said, "You've done your best. Nothing is perfect. If you can't catch it this time, you can try again next time!"

"But what are you doing here? Did the Cointreau Hotel send you an invitation to their jewelry exhibition?"

Li Jian pointed to Le Huizhen, who was interviewing Lin Jiachang in the distance, and said, "Hehe, I'm here to be interviewed by reporter Le. She invited me to dinner."

Huang Bingyao gave him a look that any man would understand.

We spent a night that was both grand and ordinary.

The next day, Li Jian took a day off.

Sleep until the afternoon.

I turned on the TV at random, and it was showing a program where Le Huizhen interviewed Lin Jiachang and others.

On TV, Yue Huizhen's skin was delicate, smooth, fair, and tender, like a rich, creamy substance.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she has fair skin and delicate bones, a smooth and fragrant complexion, and skin so delicate it could be broken with a touch.

And that perky butt covered in business attire, it makes you want to slap it.

"嘤咛——"

A woman's voice came from beside me, "What time is it?"

Pulling back the sheet, a pretty face identical to the one on TV appeared before Li Jian's eyes.

Li Jian chuckled and said, "Ah Zhen, your interview is playing on TV right now. You're famous again!"

It's estimated that no one on Hong Kong Island would have expected this.

The pure, beautiful, and highly professional TV presenter is now lying in another man's arms.

Orioles and swallows, weeping and wailing.

There's a saying that goes, "The goddess you can't reach is the woman someone else is obsessed with."

The thought that others could only see the clothes on Rak Hye-jung, while she was completely open and honest with him, was unforgettable.

A sense of conquest welled up in Li Jian's heart.

Lok Hye-jung's figure was neither too big nor too small, with fair and rounded skin, making her an absolute work of art.

She was lying on the bed, the sheet slipping down to her slender waist, alluring yet graceful.

Le Huizhen leaned against Li Jian's chest and said with a smile, "Isn't that all thanks to you, Brother Jian? Without you, how would I have had the chance to rise to the top? How can I possibly thank you?"

Li Jian's gaze fell on the other person's delicate and moist red lips, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I've heard that you journalists all have silver tongues and sharp wit. I'd like to experience that for myself."

Practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

After leaving Yue Huizhen's house, Li Jian finally understood what it meant to be eloquent, quick-witted, persuasive, and speechless.

Li Jian didn't drive; he walked along the street toward Saigon.

Drop drop-

We had just walked two blocks and reached a corner.

"Hey!" a woman's voice rang out from behind.

Li Jian turned his head and saw a familiar face, and couldn't help but smile: "Pang Ling, what are you doing here?"

Pang Ling leaned against the car window and laughed, "I should be asking you that. Taking a walk alone so late at night?"

"Want to grab a drink?"

Faced with the beautiful woman's invitation, Li Jian naturally accepted with utmost respect.

Dongman Bar.

The crow has firmly established itself in Wan Chai.

Last time Chan Ho-nam came over and caused a huge scene, he was locked up for several days, but he became much more well-behaved after he was released.

They didn't continue to cause trouble for the crows.

"What to drink?"

"Sake?"

"What's the difference between that stuff and water? Bring me some spirits, XO!"

"Wow, is this a blatant attempt to rip me off?" Li Jian said somewhat awkwardly.

Pang Ling rolled her eyes at him and said, "What, you want to pick up girls but don't want to spend money? Waiter, bring out your most expensive wine!"

The bartender was deeply impressed by Li Jian and looked at him upon hearing this.

Li Jian nodded: "Just get her whatever she wants to drink and put it on my tab."

Pang Ling's outfit was rather provocative.

Her long, straight black hair, which had been styled in a bun, was now completely down, and her lips, painted with lipstick, resembled flames.

She wore a black strapless top, which made her not-so-large cleavage show its cleavage.

Below is a short skirt that just covers the bottom edge of her buttocks.

In addition, Pang Ling is naturally tall and slender, making her a perfect clothes hanger.

Two long, beautiful legs were wrapped in black stockings, and her small feet were in a pair of red peep-toe stilettos.

She had a very aloof demeanor, unlike someone who frequents bars, but her sexy outfit gave her a unique and alluring charm.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman before?" Pang Ling (Nini) said, taking a sip of her drink.

The bar was crowded.

Bustling.

Pang Ling's looks, combined with this outfit, easily attract men's attention.

Li Jian smiled and raised his glass, saying, "I've seen plenty of beautiful women, but I've never seen anyone as beautiful as Miss Pang before."

"You can talk!"

Pang Ling seemed preoccupied. She picked up her glass and downed it in one gulp, then placed the glass on the table and said to the bartender, "Fill it up!"

After drinking five cups in a row, Pang Ling still showed no sign of stopping.

Just as she raised her sixth glass of wine, Li Jian quickly reached out and pressed down on her wrist: "Don't drink anymore."

Pang Ling's face was flushed, clearly indicating that she couldn't hold her liquor very well.

With blurry, drunken eyes and hot breath coming out of her mouth, she said, "Mind your own business! I want to drink more!"

Li Jian snatched the wine glass away.

Pang Ling threw a tantrum: "Give it back to me! You men are all the same, give it back to me!"

Li Jian raised his glass high, and Pang Ling climbed up the pole.

While dawdling, Li Jian also fully understood the meaning of the saying "friction generates heat".

Pang Ling searched for a long time without finding the cup, and instead worked up a sweat. She sat back down, panting, took out her wallet from her handbag, and pulled out two Hong Kong dollars: "I'll pay for it myself! Waiter, give me a bottle of wine!"

The bartender looked at the money, then at Li Jian.

Li Jian shook his head calmly.

The bartender said somewhat awkwardly, "I'm sorry, miss, you've had too much to drink. Please come back another time."

"Who said I'm drunk? I want alcohol! Give me alcohol!"

Pang Ling was clearly drunk; she could barely speak, and the blush on her face was even more intense, almost covering her entire fair complexion.