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Jiang Chijing didn't expect that Lao Jiu could be so perverted that he could be excited when he heard the sound of others going to the toilet.

"I warn you," Jiang Chijing increased his volume and reprimanded more severely, "There are people visiting today. If you don't want to be confined, you will not cause trouble!"

"Provoke trouble? I just look at a woman and call it trouble?" Old Jiu sneered, "Is the prison the place where women should come? If you want to come, I can't blame others for watching."

At that time, Ms. Li walked out of the bathroom cautiously. She should have heard the quarrel between the two and stuck to the wall in horror, not knowing what to do.

"Don't be afraid." Jiang Chijing turned his head and said to Ms. Li, "Go back to the shed and I will look at him."

The strawberry planting shed is about 20 meters away, and you can get there in a short jogging past.

Ms. Li nodded, and immediately ran over with her feet. At the same time, Lao Jiu couldn't hold back anymore and rushed forward: "Why run, let me touch it!"

Ms. Li seemed to be unable to bear the fright anymore, and screamed "Ahhhhh".

However, Jiang Chijing didn't let Lao Jiu take a step forward. He grabbed Lao Jiu's uninjured arm and unceremoniously gave him a shoulder fall.

Lao Jiu’s back hit the ground "boom", he cursed an swear word, and he was about to get up to fight back, but Jiang Chijing immediately pressed him to the ground with his knees, turning him over, and from the waist. A pair of silver handcuffs was taken out of the small bag on top.

The small bag contained handcuffs, flashlights, ropes and other items. In the past, Jiang Chijing used a baton to directly hit people, and he had never used the handcuffs in it. However, today's situation is special. Old Jiu was stopped by him before he could do anything. Naturally, he would not be able to use the baton anymore.

But even so, Jiang Chijing still ignored Old Jiu's injured hand and handcuffed his two hands together.

"Fuck! I just broke my wrist!"

"That's really sorry."

Jiang Chijing grabbed Old Jiu's arm and pulled him up from the ground. Due to a wrist injury, Old Jiu didn't dare to struggle after being handcuffed, so he was honest.

Jiang Chijing used the walkie-talkie to inform the foreman of the paint factory to come and lead the people, and when he put down the walkie-talkie, he found that a lot of people gathered at the door of the strawberry planting shed not far away. In addition to watching the lively tour group, there were also straight Zheng Mingyi looking at him.

"What's so great about your **** guardian of the library?"

"If I am not injured, I will kill you in minutes!"

Lao Jiu stared at Jiang Chijing cursingly, as if she wanted to beat Jiang Chijing severely. But he cursed, his voice suddenly became quieter, and he took a few steps back.

Jiang Chijing was a little inexplicable at first, but following Lao Jiu's gaze, he immediately understood why. I saw Zheng Mingyi walked over with no expression on his face, shook his wrists with ten fingers in his hands, and looked like he was about to beat someone.

"Damn, what do you see me doing? What does it have to do with you?"

Lao Jiu should have realized that his actions were a little bit scary, and then forcibly showed his momentum, puffed up his chest and walked in front of Zheng Mingyi.

Zheng Mingyi took advantage of the situation and grabbed the collar of Old Jiu, and asked in a deep voice, "Why, I want to get rid of the other hand, right?"

Lao Jiu went up and said, "Do you have something to try?"

Jiang Chijing also didn't know why Zheng Mingyi had to come to join in the excitement. He stepped forward and stopped Zheng Mingyi aside, lowered his voice and said, "Nothing about you, plant your strawberries."

Zheng Mingyi glanced at Jiang Chijing's neck and said solemnly: "I have finished planting strawberries."

Under normal circumstances, Comrade Zheng Mingyi, who was originally a strawberry worker, said that he had finished planting strawberries and shouldn't arouse anyone's reverie. But combining his eyes with the marks on Jiang Chijing's neck, this matter suddenly became less simple.

"Okay." Lao Jiu was right in front of the two of them, and of course he heard Zheng Mingyi's pun, "You two really have a leg, where did you do it, the entertainment room?"

Jiang Chijing had a headache. He shouldn't have mocked Zheng Mingyi for not being able to grow strawberries just now. In the end, he had no face to see people.

And Lao Jiu will definitely spread the matter out, maybe it won't be long before the warden will misunderstand what he and Zheng Mingyi really have.

At this time, the foreman of the paint factory came here, Jiang Chijing pressed Lao Jiu's arm and pushed him over, and said irritably, "Get out of here."

"Okay, I remember, Officer Jiang." Old Jiu raised his chin and looked at Jiang Chijing provocatively, "You wait for me."

Jiang Chijing was never afraid of threats from prisoners and did not take this sentence seriously, but Zheng Mingyi came over and asked, "Should I help?"

Jiang Chijing looked inexplicable: "How can you help?"

Zheng Mingyi said, "I can also cover you."

Well, this man really regards himself as his eldest brother, playing the game of Young and Dangerous in prison.

"I said, Zheng Mingyi." Jiang Chijing poked Zheng Mingyi in the chest with his index finger, "Can you be a little conscious, you are now in jail."

Zheng Mingyi lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Chijing's fingers poking on his chest. He suddenly asked, "Will your handcuffs be taken back?"

"Just go get another one." After subconsciously answering, Jiang Chijing felt that something was wrong, "What are you asking for?"

"It's okay." Zheng Mingyi said lightly, "in case of emergency."

When the marks on his neck disappeared, he came back to work. As a result, the news that Lao Jiu wanted to rectify him had reached the ears of the administrative department prison guards. When others saw that he was going on vacation, they thought it was to hide Lao Jiu.

Jiang Chijing certainly wouldn't take Lao Jiu seriously, and casually explained a few words whether he should be on vacation or on vacation.

Only on Monday morning when the vacation was over, Jiang Chijing looked at herself in the mirror blankly, still with a faint pink mark on her neck.

He hadn't thought much about Zheng Mingyi since he had been off for three consecutive days, but now looking at his neck, Jiang Chijing became irritable again.

I don't know that in the past three days, several versions of the story between him and Zheng Mingyi came out.

Fortunately, Jiang Chijing made perfect preparations. He took out the liquid foundation he bought at a cosmetics chain store on the weekend, and 0four awkwardly applied the foundation on his neck.

However, after painting, Jiang Chijing found a problem.

The clerk said that this was the whitest color number in the store, which matched his skin tone. Jiang Chijing was not embarrassed to try it. He paid directly and left as soon as possible. But now, after applying it, he realized that his neck is still A degree of whiteness.

Is the usage wrong?

Jiang Chijing had never used this thing before, and didn't know how to get it. He tried adding some lotion, but it was still not right. He added some toothpaste on a whim, and it turned out to be even more wrong. In the end he wiped it casually and went out like this.

The old Wang in the mail room and the colleagues in the dressing room didn't notice any problem with Jiang Chijing's neck, but his disguise still failed to escape the eyes of a certain culprit.

"Look at the screen." Jiang Chijing frowned, tapped the table with his left index finger, reminding Zheng Mingyi who was always staring at him, "Are you not afraid of me thinking?"

"I can't tell you what you are thinking." Zheng Mingyi propped his elbows on the table, resting his chin in his hands, and staring straight at Jiang Chijing's neck. "Inspector Jiang, your neck is dirty. thing."

"That's not a dirty thing." Jiang Chijing didn't want to talk about this topic, and looked at the screen again, "Electronic manufacturing this week—"

Before he finished reading the news, Zheng Mingyi suddenly raised his hand, held Jiang Chijing's back neck with his hand, and then wiped off the foundation on Jiang Chijing's neck with his thumb.

Jiang Chijing hadn't experienced it before, and couldn't tell what it was like. But Zheng Mingyi’s behavior is actually like that kind of person. He curiously asked whether your eyebrows were painted or tattooed, and then he naturally wiped it with his hand, and wiped off half of the eyebrows that you spent a long time on.

"It's still more natural." Zheng Mingyi nodded.

Jiang Chi Jing took a deep breath, and it was strange to say that he and Zheng Mingyi had been together for a long time, and he felt accustomed to this kind of behavior. He comforted himself that being angry is bad for his health, and pushed Zheng Mingyi's arm away with a faint expression, and said, "Don't affect my reading of the news."

Zheng Mingyi still looked at Jiang Chijing, as if he wanted to see all the three days' worth. Jiang Chijing finally failed to calm down, released the mouse, leaned back in the chair and said, "Are you listening at all?"

"I'm listening." Zheng Mingyi said, "If you don't believe me, test me."

Jiang Chijing raised an eyebrow: "What if you can't answer?"

"Then you can punish me."

Hearing these two words, Jiang Chijing's mind instantly showed a picture of him handcuffing Zheng Mingyi to a chair.

If he really has a chance to handcuff Zheng Mingyi, then he must take a small whip and make Zheng Mingyi...

Wait, think about it again.

Jiang Chijing quickly pulled back his thoughts, moved his Adam's apple, and pretended to be innocent: "What is the exchange rate of offshore RMB today?"

Zheng Mingyi reported a series of numbers. To be honest, Jiang Chijing didn't remember it after reading it.

He asked again: "Which industry has major changes today?"

Zheng Mingyi said: "Manufacturing."

Well, it seems that the punishment is no longer possible.

Jiang Chijing put his hands on his chest and asked, "How on earth do you do two things with one mind?"

Zheng Mingyi said, "Just like drawing a circle with the left hand and a square with the right hand, just let it go."

Jiang Chijing twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly. Is this something that can be done just letting the flow go? But he suddenly thought of a question, Zheng Mingyi's little secret is still in his hands, why does he want this person to show superiority here?

"By the way," Jiang Chijing had a bad idea in his heart and slowly said, "I have been studying stocks at home seriously these days, and I have met a friend on the forum."

"Friend?" Zheng Mingyi asked.

"Yes, it's called go. It seems to be very powerful." Jiang Chijing paused when he said, "He talked a lot with me and asked me to pay more attention to the less popular sections, so I can build positions in low positions."

Jiang Chijing uttered several professional terms one after another. It was not that he had prepared well in advance, but that he had mixed up with Zheng Mingyi, a stock spectator for so long, and no matter how much financial knowledge he had accumulated, he was right. It's extremely natural, just like the real thing.

"...Go?" Zheng Mingyi's face was confused for the first time that Jiang Chijing had never seen before. "The friend you met on the Internet was go?"

"Why, do you also know?" Jiang Chijing said, "I saw that his post was very professional, so I wrote him a private message, and he quickly replied to me."

After saying this, Jiang Chijing simply wanted to award himself an Oscar. He never knew that his acting skills were so good, he didn't have a guilty conscience to fool people, and even he himself was about to believe it.

"Go replied to you?" Zheng Mingyi's expression became even more confused, but he still tried to maintain his surface calmness.

The villain in Jiang Chijing's heart has long since laughed, but he still said in a chatty tone: "Others are very nice, and he will answer whatever I ask."

"Are you sure that the person you are chatting with is go?" Zheng Mingyi asked.

Jiang Chijing believes that Zheng Mingyi would like to add one more sentence: Are you sure you are not the person who hacked the account?

"Otherwise? The avatar is him." Jiang Chijing responded quickly, catching Zheng Mingyi's little tail, and said, "Listen to your question, you really will go to this forum."

Before Jiang Chijing asked Zheng Mingyi for a long time, he always turned off the topic, but this time Jiang Chijing dug this pit, he can no longer hide.