Sending flowers (a gift of deep sympathy)
How come this beauty's furious look is exactly the same as our class teacher Zhao Xueyu? Both of them like to slap the desk, huh? With such a delicate and tender little hand, doesn't it hurt when she slaps?
Yang Dagen sat up straight, accompanied by the honest and bitter student, and said in a depressed tone: "Isn't it? Miao Jun, Miao Jun, the name is quite awkward. If it's changed to Jiang Miao Miao or Jiang Jun Jun, it would sound better and more intimate."
"Jiang Miao Miao? Jiang Jun Jun?" Jiang Miao Jun repeated these two names, her body trembling with rage. Such a pretentious and arrogant name, how dare this kid come up with it!
"Isn't it very tasteful, now the trend is for two-character names, you don't know that?" Yang Dagen said with increasing enthusiasm, seemingly oblivious to Jiang Miaojun's angry expression.
He didn't know why, but he especially liked seeing her angry face.
A pair of black and shiny eyes, staring widely, with slightly furrowed eyebrows, extremely cold and elegant, wearing a police uniform, is a cold and elegant temptation.
Jiang Miao Jun said coldly, "Indeed very tasteful, it's as if the taste of a thousand ordinary people is concentrated in one body. Is this really the kind of taste you rich second-generation kids have all the time?"
Yang Dagen shook his head, "Police sister, you misunderstood me. I'm not some rich second generation, in fact, I despise those rich second generations who spend their own money."
This sentence is acceptable, Jiang Miaojuan nodded and showed a hint of approval towards Yang Dagen, saying: "Hmm, you understand this point, that's good. However, as a high school student driving such an expensive car, how can you say you're not a rich second generation? Are you lying to me?"
Shaking his head again, Yang Da Gen said: "That car was borrowed from a classmate of mine. Her family is quite wealthy, but she only lent it to me for a few days."
He paused, his eyes rolled around, and he started to ask about Jiang Miao's personal information in a roundabout way. "Right, Police Sister, you look really young, just twenty years old, huh? Awesome, already a team leader."
For a moment, Jiang Miao Jun vigilantly and suspiciously stared at Yang Da Gen, what's the meaning of this kid suddenly asking these questions?
Everyone has a little vanity, let alone Jiang Miaojun, who graduated first in the province's political and legal police school. She thought to herself that he was just a high school student, so it wouldn't hurt to tell him.
"I'm not so young anymore, I'm already 22 years old."
"Police sister, you look so beautiful, there must be many people chasing after you, you definitely have a boyfriend already."
"Not yet... uh? You'd better be honest with me!" Jiang Miao Jun suddenly realized something, and slammed his hand on the table, glaring: "Cut the nonsense, from now on I'll ask you one question, and you answer one sentence."
She had wanted to chat with Yang for a few more sentences, ease the tension between them and then proceed with the inquiry work, but now it seems completely unnecessary.
This kid is just begging to be spanked!
"Alright." Yang Dagen smiled and responded, asking sideways to find out what he wanted to know. At just 22 years old, he was young and fresh, currently without a boyfriend, making him available.
Opening the file, Jiang Miao Jun picked up her pen and began questioning.
"What's your name?"
"Daikon, willow."
"Huh? Is there really someone with the surname Daigen?"
"Oh, that's what they call it in the West. If you're not used to it, just call me Yang Dagun, I don't mind."
“……”
Jiang Miao Jun gritted his teeth, it was the first time he had encountered such a troublesome one.
"How old?"
“18.9。”
"What?"
"I'm going at eighteen years and nine months! Sister, are you okay? Don't you have such simple logic?"
Bang!
Jiang Miaojun finally got angry, unable to bear it anymore. He threw down his pen and rushed in front of Yang Dagen, stretching out his long legs and directly stepping on the armrest of the chair where Yang was sitting. With a fierce expression and a pale face, he roared: "You'd better behave yourself, or I'll have no choice but to use force!"
"Use torture? Be careful... be careful, I'll sue you for forced confession!"
Yang Dagen's head shrunk back, pretending to be very scared, slightly lowering his head, just in time to see Jiang Miaojun's buttocks, which were raised high due to her bold posture, with a plump and seductive curve that was simply breathtaking.
But every man at this time will think of Guanyin sitting on a lotus, with the woman on top and the man below.
It just so happened that the door was suddenly opened, and a male police officer appeared at the entrance. Just as he was about to speak, he was startled by the strange posture of the man and woman inside! From his angle, what he saw was Director Jiang lowering his head, with Yang Dagen's head overlapping on top of his.
I'm so obedient!
Director Jiang, who usually keeps men at arm's length, turns out to have a taste for this sort of thing and enjoys playing rough. Moreover, looking at Director Jiang with his hands on his hips, could it be that he is preparing to take off his pants and get down to business, doing a "lotus sit" in the interrogation room...
He's indeed a man, this little policeman and Yang Dagen are in cahoots with each other.
"Ah? Director Jiang, you go ahead and take your time, I won't disturb you." The male police officer said quickly, his eyes gleaming with a strange and ambiguous light, then he closed the door and slipped away hastily, but in his heart, he was envying Yang Dagen to death.
The ambiguous gaze below also made Jiang Miao Jun immediately aware of the abnormality, her posture was indeed a bit like that thing, suddenly, her face turned red to her neck, and she quickly got up and sat back in her seat.
She glanced at Yang Dageng and found that this little guy seemed to be indulging in some wonderful memories, almost to the point of being unable to extricate himself. Jiang Miaojun's face turned red with shame, she was about to go crazy, what was wrong with these men, really not a single good one among them!
"Yang Dagen, I'm begging you, just cooperate with me to finish the transcript and you can leave!" Jiang Miaojun's eyes were slightly red, she was almost in tears, and unconsciously softened her voice to plead.
Facing Yang Dagen, she completely lost her temper.
"I should have said it earlier, okay, from now on, I'll definitely cooperate with you well! However, you must promise me one small request." Yang Dagen said with a smile, his face full of innocence.
"Say."
"Can I borrow your phone for a bit? I didn't bring mine. It's been so long since I've gone back, I should at least send my family a text to let them know I'm safe."
Without hesitation, Jiang Miaojun took out a small and delicate pink mobile phone and handed it to Yang Dagen. She just wanted to end this interrogation as soon as possible and let the kid roll away as far as he could go.
Yang Dagen sent a text message on his phone and then returned it.
The record went very smoothly and was completed in half an hour.
"You can go now."
Jiang Miaojun pointed at the door and said expressionlessly to Yang Dagen, then bowed her head to sort out the records, not intending to pay attention to him.
Looking at her, she seems to have suffered a very serious mental trauma! Was it too much earlier? Yang Dagen walked out of the Public Security Bureau gate, feeling slightly guilty in his heart.
"I'm really sorry, Yang Dage has already realized his mistake and feels deeply guilty about it. Otherwise, I'll send you 999 flowers to forgive that mischievous but pure-hearted boy."
A short message was sent to a brand new number.
Ding Dong!
She replied with a text message in less than three seconds.
"Get out!"
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