Orientation sniping

"What?" Ji Shurong didn't react for a while.

Jiang Jing pursed his lips into a straight line, with obvious disgust between his brows, and whispered: "I was serving wine, and he suddenly touched my thigh and asked me to drink with him."

Ji Shurong's eyes froze, his face turned cold.

"Then I started." Jiang Jing said, "If someone didn't stop me, I would have made him die."

He curled up his five fingers to cover the bandage, and the slight pain went straight to the brain along the nerves, Jiang Jing frowned very lightly.

A shadow suddenly fell in front of his eyes, and the next second, warmth came from the top of his head.Ji Shurong rubbed his messy hair, and said softly, "If you encounter this kind of thing next time, you can beat him harder."

"..." Jiang Jing thought he had heard wrong.

Ji Shurong looked serious, not joking: "Also, remember to call the police after the beating."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and called the police in front of Jiang Jing.The whole story was summed up in two or three sentences by him, and he hung up the phone politely after reporting the address.

Jiang Jing stared at him blankly, suddenly he couldn't feel the pain in his palm.

Seeing that Ji Shurong was about to leave, he immediately stood up and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Tune monitoring."

Within two hours, the wretched and greasy man was picked up from the hotel bed by the police, and he was handcuffed into the police car before he got fully dressed.

As the reporter, Ji Shurong had to follow him to the police station.

Jiang Jing was about to follow, but was stopped by him.

"You have to go to school tomorrow, go back to bed early tonight." Ji Shurong stretched out his hand to straighten his collar.

As soon as Jiang Jing raised his head, he happened to meet his gentle eyes. After being stunned for two seconds, he looked away and looked at the police car beside him: "Then you should go home early."

"Yeah." Ji Shurong didn't say any more, turned around and got into the police car, and waved at him through the glass.

Jiang Jing watched the car disappear from sight, rubbed his cold and stiff hands and went back to the bar.

The cat food that Ji Shurong asked him to take away was still in the back kitchen, Jiang Jing was holding it with one hand, and he was awkwardly hailing a taxi with the other.

Yang Xiao on the side couldn't stand it anymore, so she called a waiter to explain a few words, took the bag and said, "Don't take a taxi, I'll take you home."

Jiang Jing looked up at him: "You don't care about the bar anymore?"

"It won't close down for a while." Yang Xiao took a few steps forward, turned around and waved: "Let's go."

Jiang Jing followed him into the car, and Yang Xiao suddenly said in the flickering compartment, "Old Ji cares about you."

Jiang Jing's eyes flashed, and he didn't know how to answer, so he could only say "hmm".

"It's been a long time since I saw him so angry last time."

angry?

Jiang Jing remembered Ji Shurong's calm face and methodical handling just now, except that the air pressure on his body was a little lower, it seemed to be the same as usual.

Is this what he looks like when he's angry?Jiang Jing couldn't help thinking about it again.

Yang Xiao said with a smile in front: "He looks gentle, but he is actually hot outside and cold inside. There are not many things that can make him angry. I guess the bastard who took advantage of you this time will be too hungry to walk around."

Jiang Jing couldn't say what he felt in his heart for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "What was the reason for his anger last time?"

"Last time..." Yang Xiao showed a look of reminiscence on his face, and said slowly: "If I remember correctly, it's because someone who didn't have long eyes scolded him, and even picked out a sentence he didn't want to hear the most. Beaten hard."

A white car suddenly drove out from the street in front, Yang Xiao quickly stepped on the brakes, gritted his teeth and cursed: "Fuck, I'm looking for death."

The car came to a sudden stop, and Jiang Jing was caught off guard against the back of the seat in front, took a breath and said, "Which sentence does he not want to hear?"

Yang Xiao turned the steering wheel, continued to drive, and said vaguely: "Anyway, it's not what I just scolded."

Jiang Jing wanted to ask again, but he stopped him by raising his hand: "Okay, okay, don't ask me about this, you will know when he is willing to tell you someday."

The navigation prompts to arrive at the designated place, and the car stops at the gate of the community.

Jiang Jing was about to get out of the car with his bag in his arms, but Yang Xiao called him to stop, and after a moment of consideration, he said, "Well, not all homosexuals are this kind of pervert, it's enough to blow off steam about what happened today, don't have any psychological shadows."

Jiang Jing simply disgusted this man and had no feelings for homosexuality, so he said lightly: "Got it."

When I got home, Jiuyue was lying on the door and meowing at him, as soon as I heard it, I was hungry.

Jiang Jing turned on the light, poured cat food into a bowl, held it in front of it, and said while stroking, "I'm sorry, I came back too late today."

Perhaps Jiuyue understood what he said, so she stopped and rubbed his palm.

It happened to be the injured hand, which made Jiang Jing itchy. He looked down at the palm, and the edge of the band-aid rolled up.

Jiang Jing is a little obsessive-compulsive, it stands to reason that he should have been unable to resist tearing it off at this time, but now he is a little bit reluctant.

This strange feeling came out of nowhere, even he himself couldn't explain it clearly.

Half an hour ago.

The top floor of the headquarters of the Lu Group was brightly lit, and Lu Yan was pinned down on the office chair by his father to read documents with an aggrieved face. He was so annoyed when a call came from his mobile phone.

His father looked at him fiercely: "Who?"

Lu Yan showed him the screen, and said confidently, "Ji Shurong, friend."

His father looked suspicious: "Isn't some dubious person looking for you to spend the night?"

"Don't say it, Dad, I can't wait to ask for it." Lu Yan stood up with a playful smile, quickly dodged his father's kick, pointed to the door and said, "I'm going out to answer the phone."

Lu Yan was finally able to take a breath of fresh air outside, and picked up the corner of his mouth: "Call me so late, you really want to spend the night with me, right?"

Ji Shurong didn't talk to him, and said directly: "Do me a favor, help me contact the police officer you know."

"Qin Ye?" Hearing that his tone was wrong, Lu Yan's expression also became serious: "What happened to you?"

"It's not me, it's Jiang Jing." Ji Shurong didn't explain much, "Can you ask him to come forward and contact the police station, there is an indecent criminal who claims to find a relationship to avoid detention."

After a series of two sentences, Lu Yan probably understood what happened, and said through gritted teeth, "Success, by the way, tell me where this grandson works. I also want to experience the joy of power."

The next day, Jiang Jing was woken up by the creaking alarm clock. He squinted his eyes, half asleep, and subconsciously touched his phone.

There are four unread messages on the screen of the phone, and they were sent in the early morning.

Ji Shurong: That person has been detained, and he won't trouble you again.

Ji Shurong: He works in Lu Yan's company and has been fired.

Ji Shurong: Remember to apply medicine to the wound on your hand.

Ji Shurong: Good night.

The last message was sent at 02:49. At that time, Jiang Jing had fallen into a deep sleep, and Ji Shurong had just come out of the police station.

He knew Jiang Jing couldn't see, but he still wanted to say good night to him at that time.