old man feeding rules

At seven o'clock in the morning, Jiang Xun's eyes were full of melancholy, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling and lost in thought.

He clearly remembered that yesterday the case had a clue. He called Zhou Mi and asked to arrange communication with Lan Ling's class teacher, but he was rejected because the Chinese teacher surnamed Sun had taken maternity leave for nearly a month. It was the dean of the school who took Lan Ling home. It is impolite to interrupt at this time, and she may not know Lan Ling's current situation.

Under his insistence, Zhou Mi still let go and was willing to communicate with the school to fight for an opportunity to ask for testimony.

While waiting for the news, Jiang Xun nestled on the sofa and fell asleep unknowingly. He slept like this until dawn, and when he opened his eyes, he found him sleeping on his own bed.

When he was sleepy, he didn't feel anything wrong. He got out of bed to wash up as usual. When he sat up, he found an arm around his waist. He thought it was an illusion in his dream, and patted it. Open your eyes again, the scene is still there...

Jiang Xun fell into an ice cave in an instant, and suddenly looked at the owner of his arm, only to see a naked man lying on his bed and beside him, sleeping satiated, with no intention of letting go.

"Song Yuzhi!!"

With a roar, Jiang Xun grabbed Song Yuzhi's neck and tore him off his body. With a hug and throw, he pressed him on the bed, and pressed him down with a standard grab.

"Are you sleepwalking or am I sleepwalking! If I can't explain it clearly, I will destroy your body and bury you in the yard as fertilizer!"

Song Yuzhi's dream was shattered, and he experienced the despair of waking up from a dream for the first time in his life. With his hands twisted behind his back and an old man of unknown stature pressed on his back, he almost lost his breath and coughed weakly. A few times, and immediately begged for mercy: "Brother Punisher, it hurts, it hurts... First, let go first, I have something to say."

If he hadn't found out that he was also an asshole, Jiang Xun wouldn't have the good intentions to become a Buddha right away. He kicked someone aside, wrapped the quilt around his body, and stared at Song Yuzhi's every move with his head tilted, which meant watching him perform. .

"Brother Punisher, I'm a wounded man..." Song Yuzhi turned over and said dying, "How can a wounded man have evil intentions? Fell into my...your bed, this is a habitual behavior, it would be normal for anyone else, so don't be so sensitive."

Jiang Xun was extremely unconfident about his memory, and Song Yuzhi said it seriously, which made him doubt himself, thinking that this kind of thing is not impossible, and his tone became seven points weaker: "Did you play tricks on me... ... Then you, I remember dressing you yesterday."

"Ah, Brother Xun actually put it on for me with his own hands, I wouldn't have taken it off if I had known."

Jiang Xun: "..."

Now that the matter has come to this point, he no longer wants to find out where his clothes went. Anyway, this kid always has all kinds of excuses waiting, and asking more questions will only add to his troubles.

He sighed, generously decided not to pursue the matter anymore, touched Song Yuzhi's head, and asked in a rare soft tone, "How is the injury? Does it still hurt?"

"It's much better, I don't feel dizzy or..."

"That's just right. After breakfast, I will visit the school with me to investigate the social relationship between the deceased and Lan Ling. I have a few questions that need to be verified."

With that said, Jiang Xun got out of bed under the quilt, rummaged in the closet for a long time, and finally managed to cobble together a sportswear with a hoodie and jeans, and threw it to the naked Song.

"I threw the outfit you wore into the washing machine and forgot to take it out. Young master, you will be done in one day, and you will be done in the evening."

Song Yuzhi shrugged, Jiang Fu was indeed a hero for being able to do such a wasteful thing as stuffing an Armani suit into the washing machine.

Ten minutes later, two men with chicken nest heads got into the Range Rover. Jiang Xun took the messy snacks that Lu Kuang threw in his car last year, and began to reflect on how long he, the obsessive-compulsive disorder, hadn't cleaned up his car up.

Without saying a word, he drove the car out of the community, passed the corner, and stopped in front of a convenience store, staring at Song Yuzhi who was concentrating on playing games with his head down. He wanted something but couldn't speak, so he could only lick his lips awkwardly , hesitant to speak.

Song Yu only realized later that the car had been parked for too long before he reluctantly raised his head. When he met Jiang Xun's eager and reserved eyes, he suddenly realized.

"Brother Xun, I'll go buy breakfast."

"That's so embarrassing..."

"It's not convenient for you to drive, let me go."

"Then you take my phone."

Jiang Xun took out the phone from his pocket, unlocked it with his face, called up the payment code and handed it to Song Yuzhi. The person didn't refuse, and before getting off the car, he joked, "Aren't you afraid I'll make you penniless?"

"I don't have much money in my card. All my private assets are locked up in crude oil. If I can't afford it, how much do you think my face is worth?"

The man didn't speak, he closed the car door and entered the convenience store. Jiang Xun looked at his back and laughed to himself, "Chelsies with jeans...it's perfect."

As if he heard what he said, when Song Yuzhi came back, he actually changed into a pair of black sports pants with tight feet, and there were three white lines on both sides of the legs. With a trendy temperament, it is not so strange to match his Chelsea.

The point is...

"Young Master Song, your pants look familiar."

Jiang Xun's complexion turned from cloudy to sunny the moment Song Yuzhi handed him coffee, and the latter also escaped from stealing Jiang Xun's pants from Jiang Xun's closet thanks to the cup of latte.

The two settled their breakfast hastily in the car. As a senior, Jiang Xun really shouldn't leave the new trainees aside, but as long as he looks at Song Yuzhi's face, he can't help but think that he was sleepy this morning, with bleary eyes Flushing, □□ lying on his own bed, he quickly found a way to find a topic.

"Although it's a pity that I can't visit Lanling's head teacher, Mrs. Sun, it's a good chance to get a chance to visit her school. Comrade Zhou is right. Her head teacher is going home for maternity leave. I really don't necessarily know about her. What is the day doing."

"Jinghua Private Middle School is one of the best schools in Yanxi."

"As far as I know, this private junior high school can go straight to school. Many wealthy people will send their children here to receive elite education, and some families with average income will tighten their belts to send their children to school, just for a promising future. The future. Yesterday I also checked the admission rate of Jinghua in recent years. It is all supported by top students.

"Why did the deceased send his daughter, who had a bad relationship with him, to this expensive private school?"

Song Yuzhi could always accurately understand Jiang Xun's intentions, which gave him excellent experience in handling cases.

"She is even stingy with a decent place to live. I can't think of a reason why she has invested so much money, except that she wants her daughter to be a medium for her to communicate with the upper class." Song Yuzhi said, "But her relationship with her daughter doesn't seem to be the same. It’s so good that we can communicate these information harmoniously, and even the phone has not recorded the contact information of my daughter, which is enough to overturn all the speculations I just made.”

"Besides, there is another possibility. I found out that Jinghua's scholarships are very generous, and they are even issued on a monthly basis. As long as the academic performance is good enough, it can not only support the annual tuition fees, but also become a considerable income, so The deceased probably knew about Lan Ling's achievements and wanted to evade her due support obligations as soon as possible, or she wanted to rely on Lan Ling to make money."

Soon Jiang Xun denied the second situation, "If it is true as the rumors say, the deceased often associates with high-level people, then she should not care about these meager incomes. On the contrary, the result of letting Lan Ling go to ordinary schools is the same Combining various factors, I think your idea is the most reliable, but I don't understand one thing."

"Ok?"

Jiang Xun snorted, "It's fine if you want to marry into a wealthy family. Under the influence of those president's articles, the little girls nowadays basically have such unrealistic dreams. Why is such an identity able to flourish in the wild goose breath?"

Song Yuzhi smiled, and he asked: "Brother Xun, have you seen "La Traviata?"

After asking, he continued, "La Traviata is the masterpiece of Alexandre Dumas. It describes the corrupt life of the upper class during the French July Dynasty in the [-]th century. It exposes some profound social realities and triggers people's reflection. It was also the first time in the history of French literature that a prostitute was used as a protagonist, which caused quite a stir at the time."

"I know this, what do you want to express?"

"The deceased is not an example, but a representative. Outside the public eye, this kind of thing happens endlessly, and it is not uncommon. There is nothing to make a fuss about, but she is likely to be a lead, a fuse."

At this time, the Range Rover was parked at the gate of Jinghua Private Middle School. Jiang Xun thought about his words, but didn't ask any further questions. He pushed down the car window and knocked on the glass.

"I'm Jiang Xun who had an appointment with Principal Ji this morning, please let me know."

The security guards at the private high school were well-trained. They wore neat uniforms. When they walked to the car door and stood still, their heels touched, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

"Mr. Jiang, please wait a moment, I need to check today's visitor arrangement."

The security guard flipped through the itinerary for today's visit, and confirmed the time meticulously, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, the time you agreed with President Ji is [-]:[-] in the morning, and it's not up yet. Please wait a moment."

Song Yuzhi looked down at his phone. At 55:[-], he didn't expect a school security guard to be so sensitive to time. Out of helplessness, he said before Jiang Xun asked, "Brother Xun, you are outside It’s almost time to park the car. There are too many students in it, and it’s not worth scratching or touching, just to be on the safe side.”

"I have no confidence in your brother's driving skills."

As if to prove that his driving skills are definitely not a killer on the road, Jiang Xun's movements of shifting gears and backing into the garage were smooth and smooth, and he easily backed into the most remote parking space on the street in front of the school. When he got out of the car, he looked at the "a "A fee-charging area", smacking his lips half-jokingly and half-sentimentally, "Sure enough, the air that rich people breathe has high gold content, even I, who think I'm rich and powerful, can't come here to hang around, otherwise it will be easy to lose money .”

Song Yuzhi deliberately stood beside him: "It's fine if you don't have money, but it's too much to be ashamed."

Jiang Xun took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out one and bit it in his mouth. Just as he was about to light the fire, a white-gloved hand appeared in front of him.

The campus security guard politely gave him a "stop" gesture, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Jiang, there is a no-smoking area near the school. For the health and safety of teachers and students, please cooperate with our work."

Seeing the security guard stretching out his hand, Jiang Xun felt that he couldn't hold back his face, so he had to hand over the lighter, paced back and forth, thinking about what to do to get through the last three difficult minutes, and Song Yu only supported him at the right time shoulder, pulled him a few steps away, turned his back to the security guard and the surveillance camera facing the gate, and pretended to close the collar of the man.

"Smoking ban is false, confiscation of personal belongings is true."

"……What's the meaning."

"I've heard some rumors about this private school, but I haven't taken the time to verify it. Today I can see it with my own eyes." Song Yuzhi secretly pointed to the dense layer of barbed wire inside the towering guardrail, "Brother Punisher, you are not Are you visiting as a policeman?"

"Maybe, I'm not sure." Jiang Xun was anxious because of the lack of nicotine comfort, and Song Yuzhi didn't listen to most of what he said.

Understanding his discomfort, Song Yuzhi patted him lightly on the shoulder, and then Jiang Xun heard a sound of "呵啦" in his ear. Looking back, he saw Song Yuzhi, who had never smoked, was holding a lit match in his mouth, Slowly approaching him...

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