Reborn Ace Prosecutor

"Let's go up, let's go up, let's keep going up. It should continue to go up..." Feng Ling sat in the room, dumbfounded as he looked at the trend of the stock chart. The excitement in his heart could no longer be expressed in words. He suddenly discovered that

God was really not kind to him. Even though he had been in such a miserable state for the past twenty years, he had all made up for it this time.

"How many houses can I buy with the money here? How many lovers can I keep? How many times can I go to the entertainment venues?" Feng Ling said to himself in a dreamy way, because these huge sums of money may last a few lifetimes for a lavish person.

Not finished.

"I am a billionaire. Do I still want to eat this instant noodles now?" Feng Ling finally woke up from the excitement, looked at the instant noodles he had just made, and became conflicted.

"Throw it away. It's junk food." Feng Ling finally made up his mind, and then ruthlessly threw the newly made instant noodles into the trash can. However, his heart still hurt a little. It seemed that he was used to living in poverty.

, it is also difficult to be luxurious, and it is not easy to live this life of being exposed overnight.

After the dashing Feng Ling threw away the instant noodles, he looked at the stock chart again and then closed the computer with confidence. Precisely because there was a lot of luck involved in the rise and fall of stocks, he was also afraid that some tragedy might happen again due to his temporary luck.

For example, if the stock falls from the current price of more than 20 yuan back to its original price, or is suspended, then his opera life is quite tragic.

Hurrying downstairs, Feng Ling quickly found a higher-end restaurant, ordered a few high-priced dishes, ordered a bottle of beer, and started drinking by himself. Anyway, with his current drinking capacity, he couldn't drink at all.

The concept of drunkenness will not appear, and it will not affect subsequent work, so it seems a bit indifferent.

Just when all the dishes were served and Feng Ling was about to have a big meal, Yang Xiyao's call came unexpectedly. This was also the first time Feng Ling took the initiative to call Feng Ling after he brought her back from the Supreme Club. Although

The two of them were living together in the same house, but they had not seen each other for a few days. For some unknown reason, Yang Xiyao began to avoid Feng Ling intentionally, leaving early and coming back late, even going to the bathroom with caution.

Avoid meeting Feng Ling. And during working hours, Yang Xiyao never appeared in the procuratorate. According to Nie Xiaoqian, she seemed to be on purpose to perform some other task.

"Is she shy? Or is she embarrassed?" Feng Ling imagined with some evil thoughts. He even began to wonder if it was because he saw Yang Xiyao's upper body that day that she had such a big reaction.

"Hey, it's me, beauty..." Feng Ling quickly came to his senses, put down his chopsticks, picked up the phone and said.

"Come to the procuratorate immediately." Yang Xiyao said coldly, as if there was no emotion in her words. Feng Ling could also sense that this woman was not in a good mood.

"Now? I haven't eaten yet?" Feng Ling looked at the dishes on the table and licked his lips.

"It's up to you whether you come or not, but I can't guarantee Chen Yu's safety..." Yang Xiyao replied proudly. Although she was extremely kind, she seemed to have an invisible charm.

"Okay, I'll come." Feng Ling couldn't help but lose his temper because Yang Xiyao mentioned Chen Yu. He still missed the passion with Chen Yu that night. Although the two of them were using each other and had no feelings,

But he also doesn’t want the life of the woman he has had a relationship with to be in danger.

Feng Ling paid the bill quickly and looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table. He felt extremely depressed. It seemed that he was lucky but could not enjoy it.