The Policewoman Chapter 228

As soon as Zhao Shan pulled open the door to her room, she saw Yang Qing, the chairman’s new secretary, standing at the entrance to the room.

Yang Qing asked eagerly, “Mr. Zhao, you’re going out?”

“Yes, do you have something to do?” Zhao Shan asked icily.

Yang Qing smiled sarcastically and said, “I just wanted to come over and see, have you finished reading that planning book yet?”

“Oh, not yet!” Zhao Shan shook her head and said, “I’m a bit busy right now, I’ll read it when I get back, and when I’m done, I’ll let you know!”

“Okay, you go ahead and get busy!” Yang Qing said curtly, “Mr. Zhao, do you need me to go out with you?”

“No need!” Zhao Shan waved her hand and walked out of the office, through the corridor and straight to the special lift she shared with the chairman.

The lift door opened and Zhao Shan quickly got into the lift.

In no time at all, the lift reached the ground floor.

As she stepped out of the lift, she walked through the ground floor lobby and out of the office building, immediately attracting the attention of everyone in the lobby.

She was dressed in a grey uniform suit, a white shirt, a pair of black stockings and a pair of black high heels, with a tall, elegant and graceful figure.

Zhao Shan had already got used to it and did not care about the eyes of everyone as she walked towards the car park at the entrance of the company as if no one else was there.

She had just arrived at a red Maserati parked in the car park when a man’s voice suddenly spoke from behind her.

“Honey, where are you going?”

Zhao Shan turned around to see a tall, lanky man holding a bouquet of roses in his hands come up to her.

A gangly smiling face brought a sense of debauchery, with two thick eyebrows that rippled in small waves with the slightest hint of laughter and curved eyebrows like a bright upper sine moon in the night sky.

Beneath the eyebrows are a pair of clear, transparent eyes with a light coffee tint.

Those two beautiful eyes have a childish look to them, and their wheat-coloured skin is set off by thin, moderately thick red lips and a perfectly shaped face that looks particularly sunny.

A head of black, ear-length hair set him off to perfection, and his black top and skinny jeans revealed his stunning figure to Zhao Shan.

Zhao Shan frowned and raised her eyebrows, asking in a cold voice, “Yang Song, didn’t I tell you? I told you not to come to the company to look for me, why don’t you grow ears?”

“Hehehe!” Yang Song smiled nervously and said, “In order to give you a surprise, that’s why I didn’t go upstairs ……”

“You don’t have to do this, I don’t care,” Zhao Shan said coldly, “Tell me, what do you want from me?”

Yang Song said curtly, “I’ll treat you to a big meal at noon today, what do you think?”

Zhao Shan suddenly remembered something, so she looked Yang Song up and down and said in a delicate voice, “That depends on whether you have that ability.”

“Haha, what ability?” Yang Song laughed loudly and said, “In Yanjing City, there is nothing that can be difficult for me, Yang Song, tell me, what is it?”

“It’s simple, if you can catch up with me in your car, I’ll accompany you to dinner.” Zhao Shan said playfully.

“Sure, let’s make a deal!” Yang Song said with a nod.

Zhao Shan saw that some of the employees in the company were standing at the main entrance looking towards them, and some of them even came together to talk about it in a cross talk.

Fearing that if the company security guards saw her being pestered by a man, they would rush out from the office building to stop her, she hurriedly pulled open the car door and got into the driver’s seat, then closed the car door, keeping Yang Song out.

Immediately afterwards, she started the car and slammed on the accelerator.

The Maserati instantly picked up speed and, like an arrow, swept up in a red storm, plunging into the traffic on the street.

Seeing Zhao Shan drive away, Yang Song quickly jumped into a blue Porsche parked next to him, started the car and chased after him.

Although both the Maserati and the Porsche had unsurpa*sed performance and speed, they could only be fully realized on motorways or race tracks, but on the traffic-clogged city streets they were no different from ordinary cars.

However, Zhao Shan and Yang Song, one being a second-generation rich man and the other a second-generation official, and Yang Song being the leader of a gang of punks, with their special status and skilful driving skills, often ignored traffic rules and drove their cars through the streets and alleys.

The two cars were speeding through the congested streets, one after the other, almost cutting in and out of cars on sight.

“Hmph, trying to catch up with me, no way!” Zhao Shan looked through the rear-view mirror and saw Yang Song’s Porsche sports car catching up, coldly snorted and C*cked her small mouth, a disdainful smile wiped across her face.

In the congested street, Zhao Shan kept increasing the speed of her car, beeping her horn incessantly to overtake the car, while Yang Song, not to be outdone, drove the Porsche sports car and chased after the Maserati sports car in front of her.

The two cars, one in front of the other, one in basket and one in red, were like a cat and mouse, weaving back and forth in the constant flow of traffic.

Zhao Shan’s driving skills were good, and the Maserati was like a fish swimming in water in the moving traffic, while Yang Song was even more skilful, bringing the performance and characteristics of the Porsche sports car to the forefront.

The two cars looked like they had taken Viagra, racing through the busy and noisy street, chasing each other.

Cars dodged, some too late, and came into close contact with those behind them, leading to a flurry of collisions and curses.

When Zhao Shan’s Maserati reached an intersection, Yang Song’s Porsche had caught up with it, and the two cars were less than a car length away.

Just as the light went out and the yellow light turned red, Zhao Shan accelerated sharply and the Maserati raced off like a wild horse, quickly crossing the intersection.

When Yang Song’s Porsche sports car caught up, the red light was already on, so he slammed on the brakes.

Crunch!

The ear-piercing sound of brakes rang out and the Porsche sports car came to a violent stop, and in a flash, the wheels scraped sparks against the ground, emitting a pungent burning smell.

“Sh*t, D*mn traffic lights!” Yang Song slapped his hand hard on the steering wheel and roared at the red Maserati that was speeding away ahead of him.

Yang Song had been holding back a defiant energy to try and match Zhao Shan, but he had not expected Zhao Shan to use the traffic rules of the red light to cheat when he was about to catch up, causing him to feel very angry.

Woo-hoo!

A motorbike police car with its siren and flashing lights came up from behind and pulled up in front of the Porsche.

Two uniformed traffic policemen jumped out of the car.

Bump!

A junior traffic policeman walked over and knocked on the driver’s side door with his hand.

Yang Song opened the door and asked in a cold voice, “Hey, what are you knocking for? What do you want?”

The traffic policeman saluted Yang Song and said, “Sir, please take out your driving licence and driving licence!”

Yang Song watched Zhao Shan drive away, he was already holding his anger, and when he saw the little traffic policeman giving him a hard time, he immediately got angry and said angrily.

“I don’t have it!”

The traffic policeman didn’t know the man in front of him and wanted to get angry, but seeing that he was driving this multi-million dollar sports car, he must have come from a great deal of money, so he tried to control his emotions and gestured towards Yang Song who was sitting in the driver’s seat and said.

“Sir, please pull the car over to the side of the road.”