Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"How much effort will it take to uproot that tree?"

Officer Zhao thought for a while, hehe: "Are you kidding me?" How could a normal person uproot a tree nearly ten meters away!

"Police officer, you are playing with us." Jiang Zhi embraced the girl in his arms, held her back on her back, and patted her repeatedly, "My girlfriend is a little girl who is less than a hundred catties. I can’t help but feel the strength to destroy a tree more than ten meters high."

Officer Zhao thought...it seemed reasonable.

However, Officer Zhao is not easy to fool around: "Then how did the surveillance capture her pulling a tree?"

Jiang Zhi turned the computer and pointed to the screen. He didn't feel nervous at the police station at all. He was calm and relaxed. He said, "It was downwind, and the tree was bent. My girlfriend came to help me with a kind heart. It’s just that the wind was so strong that it blew the tree on my girlfriend’s shoulders. Your police didn’t give my girlfriend a Good Citizen Award, and you blamed her for destroying public property." He dragged his lazy voice, "Police officer, this What's the truth?"

"..."

Officer Zhao had nothing to say for a while. Looking at this ‘blue-haired little society’, he only felt an evil spirit rushing towards his face. He was still calm and calm, and he was really aura.

It seems that it is not an ordinary small society, but a big brother.

Officer Zhao calmed down for a while, and thought: "Can the wind tonight uproot the tree?"

Jiang Zhi lifted his leg and changed the sleeping position for the girl in his arms: "Then you think my girlfriend can?"

This, this, this...

Officer Zhao was speechless.

The other party was still indifferent, without any hurries: "Is there any problem?"

This lazy tone, how could it be mixed with the aura of blood sealing his throat.

Officer Zhao's voice was weak for some reason: "...not for the time being." At this time, hearing the door opening and a gust of wind at the door, Officer Zhao looked up, surprised, "Team Joe, why are you here?"

It is the head of the Criminal Intelligence Division.

Team Joe in the Intelligence Department is also a legend. He became the top leader at a young age. Regardless of whether he is dependent on his family, as far as he is concerned, he does have the ability. Not long after he took office, he took the lead. The most important thing is that Team Joe from the Intelligence Section has increased the number of women applying for the police academy.

This time of looking at the face is so helpless, the criminal investigation team this time has two new trainee girls, and they are all coming for this police grass.

Qiao Nanchu's looks are excellent, but to be honest, he is a bit romantic and unkind. He doesn't have the righteousness of a public official, and his brows always show a sense of despair and incomprehension.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he laughed irritably and faintly: "I'm here to lead the man." He raised his hand and said, "These two are my friends."

Officer Zhao remembered that there was a filmmaker in the Qiao team who made headlines. No wonder he was familiar with him. He didn't want this ‘blue-haired little society’ to be a young man.

After completing the formalities, Qiao Nanchu led the man out of the police station.

He looked at the girl in Jiang Zhi's arms: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Zhisheng was afraid of someone falling, so he carefully supported the girl's waist and coaxed her to stay still, and then looked up at his brother after coaxing her. His eyes were not so tender and loving: "Leave it alone."

Qiao Nanchu didn't look at the awkwardness that he had planted in, so he scolded him with a smile and asked, "Is she drunk?"

"Ok."

"Okay, Brother Zhi, the progress is quite fast."

Jiang Zhi didn’t answer, and he hugged the girl in his arms to coax, as if it was a girl mumbling uncomfortable. He was smooth and patted on the back. The winter coat was also on the girl. He poured out a thin body. sweat.

Qiao Nanchu was funny, and he had never seen Jiang Zhi feel so painful. He lit a cigarette and pulled the zipper of the police uniform to the top.

"Why did you return to the police station? If you are filmed, you will be troublesome."

Although the director is not as concerned as the artist, he is still half a public figure.

He took a few puffs with his cigarette in his mouth, and exhaled very skillfully: "Do you want to make it public?"

Jiang Zhi shook his head: "I can't do it right now, the Jiang family is watching closely." He is not afraid of trouble, he is afraid to annoy her, "Help me go to your uncle's place to say hello, shoot me, but my Xu Fang can't show his face. "

Qiao Nanchu's uncle is engaged in the media and news, so it is not difficult to stop the news.

"Your home?" Qiao Nanchu bit the cigarette, and slowly spit out the white smoke, jokingly, "Have you got your hands? Return it to your home."

The girl in Jiang Zhi's arms coughed twice while smelling the smoke.

He looked dissatisfied: "Pinch the cigarette."

This guardian!

Qiao Nanchu cursed with a smile, and pinched the cigarette: "You can relax a little." He took out the car key from the pocket of the police uniform and threw it to Jiang Zhi, "I have something to do in the bureau, let's leave."

"Thanks."

Qiao Nanchu waved his hand and left first.

Jiang Zhi took the person into the car and fastened her seat belt. She slept unsteadily and writhed twice, pursing her lips and talking in dreams, indistinctly, and muttered vaguely.

Jiang Zhi leaned over, looked at her seriously for a long time, and poked her in the face: "Zhou Xufang."

She mumbled and didn't wake up.

Through the mask, Jiang Zhi rubbed her face with her chin: "How much are you hiding from me?"

As if disturbed, she shook her eyelashes, opened her eyes, and ran into Jiang Zhi's sight unsuspectingly. Her eyes were clear, and only his outline was reflected in it.

She spoiled him softly: "Jianzhi, I'm thirsty."

Jiang Zhi smiled and rubbed her hair: "I'll buy you something to drink."

Let her go, whether you say it or not, he doesn't care, as long as it is her.

The dark clouds covered the moon, and the night was dark, with no stars.

Zhou Xufang's residence was too far away. Jiang Wei took her back to her apartment. She woke up on the way, but she was humming and didn't know what song she was singing.

Click——

Jiang Zhi opened the door and helped her into the house.

She moved crookedly in his arms and was afraid of falling, so she obediently tugged at his clothes and asked him drunkly, "Where is this?"

Jiang Zhi closed the door: "My house."

She uttered oh, and she lay on his shoulder again and did not speak, like a restless animal, she clung to him tightly, behaved and didn't make noise.

Jiang Zhi took the slippers out of the shoe cabinet and put them under her feet: "Raise your feet."

She doesn't move.

Jiang Zhi had to pick her up, put her on the porch cabinet, bend down to change her shoes, her legs swayed, kicked Jiang Zhi's hand several times, and he coaxed her to stay still before changing her shoes. , Then hugged her from the cabinet and pinched her face: "You are really my ancestor, you."

She smiled and repeated: "It's the ancestor."

Jiang Zhi smiled.

She also laughed, grabbed his hand and refused to leave, saying she wanted him to carry.

As soon as Jiang Zhi squatted down, she stopped moving. She squatted down, squatting next to him, and looked at him eagerly: "Jian Zhi, I'm thirsty again."