Breaking Through the Clouds

Jiang Ting thought that "tailoring clothes" in Yan's mother's mouth meant having a tailor come to measure the size. It wasn't until the next day that he realized that his imagination was limited by poverty.

"Black is not good. Black makes you look thin. My daughter-in-law is already too thin. But you can make a set. You can wear another set when you go to work for a report. You can choose a different color for the wedding. How about smokey blue?"

A team of police cars roared down the highway. Ma Xiang Gao Panqing handcuffed the suspect from left to right in the back row. Yan was wearing a live ammunition bulletproof vest and sat on the co-pilot wearing police combat boots. The Bluetooth headset in the command center, with a personal mobile phone clipped to the other ear, and a Bespoke sample brochure in her hand, Ms. Zeng Cuicui's unconcealed excited voice even overwhelmed the siren.

"No way, which bride wears blue?" Yan Yan said dissatisfiedly: "The white formal dress looks so good, why don't you make it white?"

"Don't wear white! You must know how to respect your partner's opinion! Hey, look at this brown dress, it's so British. Make it a winter suit!"

"Old-fashioned!" Yan Yan snorted, "I don't care, he just wants to wear white!"

Yan's mother asked coldly: "Then why don't you talk to Ting Ting?"

Yan Yan immediately shut his mouth, hummed and pretended not to hear anything.

"You little sand sculpture, don't be so stubborn, even if Jiang Dui wears white, people won't mistake him for a wedding dress, who has two more stars on their shoulders than you." Yan's mother gloated: "Oh, it's not mom Speaking of you, it’s a good thing that the wedding guests are less invited, if more outsiders are invited, there may be many people who don’t know who are inside and think that you have been unspoken..."

"Your son doesn't look like he can be ruled by unspoken rules!" Yan Yan couldn't laugh or cry: "No, I just need a white dress for my wedding, not to mention the escort, hang up!"

"Why can't you be ruled by unspoken rules? If you stop working and still work, it's really hard to tell which of you two is unspoken..."

Yan Yan hung up the phone in a hurry, and Ms. Zeng Cuicui stopped talking.

"..." The suspect in the back seat with gold chains and flowery arms and scars all over his body couldn't hide his grief and anger. He said that he had just been arrested, and he hadn't had time to fight wits and courage with the damn police. After the tragic and tragic 18 years later, he is a hero again, so he was caught off guard and listened to the wedding arrangements for a long time, and the boss didn't even look at him, and he was only thinking about the color of his clothes!

"...Hey, let me say," the elder brother endured and endured, and finally couldn't help it, he turned his head and said to Gao Panqing: "I am a ruthless guy who has been on the national wanted list, and your captain is too disrespectful." Me?!"

Gao Panqing looked at the stormy face of Yan Yan in the front row, and hurriedly stomped on him: "Shut up!"

·

"All right, all right, there must be a white one at the wedding." Jiang Ting sat behind Deputy Director Wei's large desk, his slender legs crossed, and while he was absent-mindedly coping, he quickly drew on the map with a pen. After making a red circle, he stuffed the map to Huang Xing, who was listening with his ears upright, and whispered: "All the manhole covers with a radiation of three kilometers around should be tested for serum chlorine penetration." Listen to you, you are the head of the household and you are the head of the family... I won't go home for dinner tonight, don't forget to take your clothes out of the washing machine and send them to the dryer when you get home from work, do you hear me?"

Huang Xing stuffed the map behind Ma Xiang, who was listening with pricked ears, only to hear the dissatisfied head of the family yelling from the other end of the phone: "Why does Bureau Wei let you do free work again, just look at you for being weak and helpless, how are you?" Bullying, right?"

Huang Xing: "Pfft——"

Wei Ju, who was snuggling and smoking in the big swivel chair, immediately jumped up, as nimble as a carp, and was about to scold with his sleeves: "I'm soft on your sister..."

Jiang Ting quickly interrupted: "Okay, okay, you can eat by yourself, and hang up for the meeting." He hung up the phone before Deputy Director Wei roared out.

The "weak and helpless" Jiang Ting coughed, and was calm under Wei's stare, and asked, "Is there anything else I can do to help? Hurry up, no need to pay, let me go home after ten o'clock in the evening." Just do it."

There was silence all around.

Deputy Bureau Wei was full of grievances, and Huang Xing and Ma Xiang's eyes were shining with the people's desire for gossip.

"..." Jiang Ting looked around, "Why?"

The masses of the people stare at it.

"Don't be like this." Jiang Ting finally couldn't stand the weird silence, put his hand on his forehead and said, "Fortunately, that guy in your family won't be like Yan Yan... Well, I'm doing this purely to protect my own physical and mental health. .”

Everyone suddenly realized, and they all felt that they understood something in an instant.

Deputy Bureau Wei thought: "It must be that Yan Yan's bad temper follows me, and the two of them quarreled when they got home. Hey! I said that the two men are not harmonious when they get together. See if I'm right!"

What Huang Xing thought was: "I didn't expect that Yan Yan would like to check the gang as much as my wife? Sure enough, the stricter the management, the more rebellious. My wife's hair was all quarreled. Finally, someone understands me!"

Only Ma Xiang, a veteran fan of harem comics, showed an innocent smile, and said in his heart that it seems that Brother Yan is really fierce, Team Jiang can't bear it, and would rather stay in the office and work overtime.Hey, brother Yan, you really deserve to be a role model for our male compatriots...

Jiang Ting opened the second file, began to read the on-site inspection notes carefully, and at the same time heaved a sigh of relief.As long as you can go home after ten o'clock, and it's almost time to go to bed after washing up, you don't have to listen to Yan Yan, a patient with severe pre-marital anxiety disorder, who continues to carry out indiscriminate and large-scale mental attacks while eating: "Hey Jiang stop, Jiang stop you Are you there? Jiang Ting, are you listening? Are you using pink white or bright red for the flowers at the wedding? Isn’t pink white very warm? But isn’t bright red more auspicious? Jiang Ting, are you listening? Jiang Ting, are you using Fenbai or Dahong? Is Dahong very auspicious? But Fenbai is also very warm? Jiang Ting, do you want us to throw a coin? Jiang Ting, are you there? Jiang Ting, are you listening?..."

"Use pink and white," Ms. Zeng Cuicui said categorically, "don't listen to my son. When he was 13 years old, he made a prop sword for himself after imitating the golden saint fighter. The sword body is the coolest and most beautiful. Last year for his cousin’s birthday, he customized a cuckoo red and tan crepe bubble skirt as a gift for the little girl. My cousin has not forgiven him until now. My son has been aesthetically It's a mystery, you will be led into a ditch by him."

Jiang Ting said: "I understand, I will listen to you, and I have no objections to anything else."

Ms. Zeng Cuicui was overjoyed and hung up the phone.

Yan Xie's pre-marital anxiety disorder has become so severe that he is completely different from usual. He is paying attention to every detail of his wedding with the attitude of handling a major case.One morning before going to work, Jiang Ting was making egg toast leisurely, when suddenly he saw Yan Xie rushing out of the bathroom shirtless, with only a towel wrapped around his body, and a hand like iron pincers grabbed his shoulder: "Jiang Ting——"

Jiang Ting immediately pushed him back with both hands: "No, I can't take it anymore! Go away!"

"Oh Team Jiang, what are you thinking about during the day, let's have a good chat tonight." Yan Yan opened a statistical chart and said seriously: "Look at this."

There are dense data and statistical charts written on the A4 white paper. Jiang Ting glanced at it briefly, then narrowed his eyes vigilantly and stared down: "...stay away from me."

Yan Xie didn't move a certain part of him away, and said heavily with the statistical chart: "You don't know what it is?"

Jiang Ting stared at the small towel tent: "No, I'm very familiar with it."

"This is the statistical table of the weather, humidity, temperature, wind speed and other data on the island where we held our wedding at the beginning of August every year for the past 20 years. Tsunami warning!" If Yan Xie is a big wolf dog, the hair on the back of his neck has been blown up and stood up: "If we hold a wedding on this island as planned, what is the chance of rain on the day?!"

Jiang Ting: "..."

"60.00%!" Yan Yan was heartbroken and said, "The only wedding in a lifetime has a 60.00% chance of rain!"

Jiang Ting sighed, "It's raining, so let's hide indoors."

"No - yes!" Yan Xie was firm, "This is one of the most important moments in my life, I must not allow the slightest flaw, not even a little bit of mud on the sole of the old fox Lu Ju!"

At the same time, at Lu Ju's house, Lu Ju, who was stealing braised pork with his belly full of shame, suddenly had an itchy nose and sneezed hard. stand up.

"I want to change the venue!" Yan Yan, naked and wearing a bath towel, announced under Jiang Ting's eyes that he couldn't bear to look directly at him, "Let's not go to that island anymore, I want to file a new report, apply for a visa, refund the deposit, and hold a wedding ceremony all over the world. Change to another city within the range that will be sunny and sunny for 20 years to host my grand wedding!"

Jiang Ting asked: "...you want to take me to Africa to get married, right?"

·

Yan Xie, a man whose luck in this life is all about reincarnation, the only heir to the (former) richest family in S province, the proud son of heaven who was born with a spoon of a [-]-carat diamond in his mouth——proven with practical actions Money can do whatever it wants.

Although the strict father and strict mother have already bought swimsuits for middle-aged and elderly couples, Director Lu has already prepared a report with the Ministry of Public Security to apply for a visa to go abroad, and Deputy Director Wei has packed all the equipment for sea fishing and stuffed them into the suitcase; at 60.00 Before the chance of (shower) rain falls, everyone must make way for Yan Yan, who suffers from severe premarital anxiety.

"Don't be too hot, not too cold, the sun should be sufficient, the air should be fresh, the sky should be blue and blue to take pictures, there must be famous tourist attractions around the city for everyone to visit; the local economy must be developed, the folk customs must be simple, and at the same time You must be very civilized, and you can’t treat us like monkeys, otherwise Captain Jiang will be so thin-skinned that he will become angry with embarrassment. In a fit of anger, he will act like a baby and divorce me. I don’t have any other requirements. I’m very casual. Whether the dipping sauce for the second salad is sour or sweet, I will tell you after I taste it carefully, Team Jiang is too delicate, too sour or too sweet is not good for him."

Jiang Ting sat on the sofa, feeling numb to the black cauldrons on his head, concentrating on reading the latest book of Director Lu——"Steps and Key Points of Obtaining Evidence from Human Blood Extracted from Mosquitoes for STR Detection" (signed edition).

The group secretary swallowed her anger for the sake of her job: "Good young master, is there anything else that needs attention?"

"I'm really fine. I'm very casual." Yan Xie said seriously, "Oh, yes, the security of the city where the wedding is held must be good, and the detection rate of homicides in the past 20 years must reach more than 95%, otherwise Team Jiang will suffer from occupational diseases. , may sneak out from the wedding scene to help the local police read the files."

Miss Secretary secretly glanced at Jiang Ting. Judging from her mixed eyes of doubt, inquiry, and regret, Jiang Ting knew that her mental activity should be: This person is young, is there anything wrong with his mind?

"That's right, it's me." Jiang Ting turned a page of the book and said expressionlessly: "It is said that I once asked for two strings of red peppers to be hung at the gate of the wedding to show that I will be favored by the pepper room in the future."

Yan Xie patted Jiang Ting's thigh, "That's right, add this one!"

"..." Miss Secretary closed a long list of Shaodong's wedding notices, and said seriously: "Mr. Yan, I have a suggestion, I don't know if I should say it or not."

"Speak."

The secretary asked sincerely: "Are you really not thinking of holding the wedding ceremony in South Africa?"