I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Jiang Chen must be a clean person.

Moreover, Princess Qing's character is completely trustworthy.

Will she spy on me?
how is this possible.

"Clap."

only.

What does it mean to lock the bathroom door after entering it?
Oh.

It must have been an unconscious, instinctive behavior.

Comrade Jiang Chen went to take a shower.

And what was Fang Qing doing?
She leaned against the headboard, waiting for her hair to air dry while scrolling through her phone. She was truly of high moral character, not even glancing at the bathroom on the side.

But the problem is.

Humans can control their vision by not looking or by closing their eyes, but they cannot control their hearing.

“Drip, drip—”

It turned out that she was absolutely right not to call someone in immediately after finishing her video call with her dad. The hotel's soundproofing wasn't very good, and even without looking, the noise from the bathroom could still see into her ears.

If someone had been in the room just now, wouldn't that have been even more agonizing than being forced to stand outside as punishment?

Even Fang Qing was inevitably upset and couldn't keep scrolling on her phone. She deliberately turned on the TV and turned up the volume to cover up the noise from the bathroom.

A normal man's shower usually lasts no more than ten minutes, but Boss Jiang stayed inside for a full fifteen minutes. When he came out, he was wearing non-woven slippers, wrapped in a snow-white bathrobe, and rubbing his hair with a towel, just like Fang Qing. He looked refreshed and very happy.

"Swallow, you can't leave, Swallow, how can I live without you..."

On TV.

A chubby man was chasing after a speeding taxi at full speed on his own two legs, his grief so profound and heart-wrenching that it moved all who heard it to tears.

Watching this kind of movie late at night is bad for your sleep.

Jiang Chen glanced at the TV, then looked away and walked to his own bed on the outer side to sit down.

"Let me tell you a joke."

Correct.

Before going to sleep, it's important to maintain a pleasant mood to promote metabolism and have good dreams.

Simultaneously.

It can also ease the awkward atmosphere.

Fang Qing kept her eyes straight ahead, seemingly captivated by the depressing old movie playing on the movie channel. She didn't say a word and didn't even glance at the person who had just come out of the shower.

Comrade Jiang Chen didn't mind at all, and sat down on the edge of the bed with an air of authority, and began to speak on his own.

A child asked his comedian father what "eager to try" meant. His father smiled kindly and replied: "It means the room where I take a shower."

Fang Qing didn't react at first, but after a while, she suddenly burst out laughing when she saw the exhausted crosstalk performer on TV kneeling on the road, watching the taillights of the departing taxi.

"hehe."

Jiang Chen chuckled and dried his hair. "Still want to listen?"

Fang Qing had to admit that this guy was indeed a talented individual, quick-witted, and highly intelligent; he could even tell a corny joke with perfect wit and ingenuity.

She didn't speak, so Boss Jiang took it as a yes, after all, Qingmei's performance was evident, she was smiling happily, so he continued to sing.

"A little ghost asked his father: 'Dad, do you think there are ghosts in this world? I'm scared.' His father said: 'What are you talking about? Pick your head up and go back to your coffin to sleep.'"

"puff."

This time, Fang Qing reacted even more intensely, covering her mouth and unable to concentrate on watching TV at all.

Mr. Jiang was also happy, but he knew when to stop, rubbing his hair while watching TV, afraid that Qingmei would laugh herself sick.

Before going to bed, it's important to maintain a pleasant mood, but excessive emotional fluctuations are also not good.

"Go on, why did you stop?"

Fang Qing finally looked over, seemingly engrossed in listening.

Sure enough, humor and wit are a man's ultimate weapon.

"Want to hear more?"

“Name a few more.”

The atmosphere was indeed pleasant; everyone was wrapped in bathrobes, yet there was no awkwardness whatsoever, all thanks to someone's silver tongue.

of course.

It was also done with good intentions.

Seeing that Qingmei was being so accommodating, the man unconsciously became more relaxed, and was about to speak when he heard:
"Sit up straight."

Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback, glancing at Qingmei who had turned her head away for some reason, then looked down and suddenly realized what had happened.

His belt was tied very tightly.

However, the bathrobes provided by the hotel were rather short.

He coughed lightly and quickly brought his legs together.

"While you were taking a shower inside, I ran into a girl outside."

Are we running out of brain cells?
Are you sharing real people and events?
But it really is a joke.

"Long legs, cherry lips, a face whiter than a wall, and captivating eyeliner..."

"Just tell jokes, why sing songs?"

Fang Qing stopped looking this way and stared absently at the TV, "A Chinese Ghost Story?"

Jiang Chen chuckled.

"To be honest, when she greeted me, I really thought I'd seen a ghost, but she just mistook me for someone else."

"Is it true or false?"

Fang Qing only engaged in conversation, avoiding eye contact, presumably to avoid seeing anything she shouldn't have.

"It's a true story."

Jiang Chen said firmly, "That girl is right next door. She mistook you for someone else because she got the room number wrong."

After a brief silence, Fang Qing gave her evaluation of the story.

"Ridiculous."

Negative Ratings.

I have to give it a bad review.

But sometimes, is it not that the story is bad, but that the reader simply hasn't grasped its deeper meaning?

Jiang Chen wasn't sad at all; he was all smiles because he knew that Qing Gege hadn't understood.

"Then I'll choose another one."

Just as he began to ponder, suddenly...

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Fang Qing frowned slightly and listened carefully. "Did you hear anything?"

"what?"

Correct.

It's this syllable.

However, it sounded like a woman's voice to her.

Fang Qing picked up the remote and turned down the TV volume.

"Ah~ Ah~ Ah—"

All right.

It's not an auditory hallucination.

It's clearer now.

"Did you hear that?"

Jiang Chen, whose train of thought had been interrupted, remained silent with a strange expression.

The shouts were so intense and excited.

He's not deaf.

So... dedicated?
"You just said that the woman went into which side next door?"

Fang Qing finally looked over again.

That's right.

You feel right.

It's the room behind the TV wall.

Jiang Chen sat up straight and calmly said, "The soundproofing is terrible."

If this were that graduate student on the subway, he would definitely rush out to defend the girl next door and beat the drum to protest her injustice.

The screams were so piercing.

How brutal was that?
Is Princess Keqing such a reckless person?

of course not.

So she remained still, listening to the rhythmic shouts from the other side of the wall, and fell silent.
All right.

Comrade Jiang Chen's efforts were in vain, and the atmosphere returned to a subtle and strange state.

"You turned the volume down so low, I can't hear you at all."

Jiang Chen cleared his throat, trying to salvage the situation.

"Didn't you hear it very clearly?"

Fang Qing replied.

The two people are definitely not referring to the same voice.

Jiang Chen was speechless.

Princess Qing is quite humorous.

It's said that hotels in China don't have adult channels like those abroad, but they do have some regular programming, and he happened to run into one.

Do you remember what she looked like?

Jiang Chen was taken aback.

What does that question mean?
He was a little puzzled, but whatever it meant, it was definitely not a good intention.

Jiang Chen waved his hand decisively, "I forgot."

In a moment of haste, one makes mistakes and forgets what they just said.

Fang Qing remembered and reminded her, "Long legs, cherry lips, face whiter than a wall, captivating eyeliner..." No wonder she is an outstanding legal professional.

It is unforgettable.

Accurate retelling, without a single mistake.

Although the situation was inappropriate, Jiang Chen couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"If you won't let me sing, then why are you singing?"

Without giving the opponent a chance to press their advantage, Jiang Chen decisively got up without even leaving.

Although there were two beds, they were placed way too close together.

Fang Qing didn't ask, but his actions were truly nerve-wracking.

What is this for?
The sounds of "ah ah ah" were still playing on the other side of the wall, making me realize that it was truly easy to bewitch someone in the middle of the night.

Give me the remote control.

Ok.

A false alarm.

Comrade Jiang Chen has been through many trials; how could his resolve be so fragile?

"what?"

Jiang Chen remained silent, only raising his hand slightly.

In this situation, a woman should not confront a man.

Fang Qing, leaning against the headboard, was very rational and tossed the remote control to him beside the bed.

What's the point of not giving it?

Do we really have to force someone into bed to steal it?
Working in this industry not only teaches you how to protect others, but also teaches you how to protect yourself through lessons learned from various cases.

There was once a woman who went to withdraw money from an ATM at night, only to be robbed. She did not give in and bravely shouted at the robber, "Go ahead and kill me!" Then, with a "bang," a bullet hit her right between the eyebrows.

Therefore, sometimes, courage is not something to be praised; yielding is also a kind of wisdom.

Upon receiving the remote control, Jiang Chen quickly turned the volume up again until it drowned out the sounds coming from the other side of the wall.

only.

There's also a story called "covering one's ears while stealing a bell."

Can you cover up the sounds you hear with your ears, but can you remove the demonic voices from your heart?
It's like a fine work of art with a tiny flaw that you spot. Even if the rest of the piece is absolutely beautiful, you'll always notice that one flaw.

The same applies to this situation.

Even though the TV volume was turned up high enough, I could still hear the incessant, undulating sound from the other end...

Jiang Chen didn't look down on the person. They didn't steal, rob, or cheat. They worked diligently and honestly, and were considered part of the service industry. They were much better than those female live streamers on the internet who used beauty filters and talked nonsense to cheat and swindle.

just.

Didn't that girl see him at the door?
Why can't you just restrain yourself a little?
Is there no one next door?

It wouldn't be so bad if it were just him alone. The problem is, Princess Qing is there too!
"go out."

With one leg flat and the other bent, Fang Qing leaned against the headboard and gave orders.

Jiang Chen was puzzled, his eyes filled with questions.

"Tell them to keep their voices down."

It seems that Princess Qing was the same; she wasn't affected by turning up the TV volume.

Jiang Chen steadied himself and remained silent for a while before saying, "Why don't you go?"

Fang Qing suddenly turned her head, her brows furrowed in a cold stare. "You really like listening to this, don't you?"

Jiang Chen felt deeply wronged, and his lips moved slightly, "Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"If other people aren't shy, what do you have to be shy about?"

Are all lawyers this blunt? They don't mince words at all.

Jiang Chen was speechless.

He's definitely not a shy person, but he's not immune to embarrassment either. Running out to knock on the door at that moment…

"Are you going or not?"

Jiang Chen hesitated, feeling conflicted.

"If you don't go, I'll call the police."

"..."

Jiang Chen froze, staring blankly at Qingmei on the bed, unsure whether to stop her or support her.

In the end, Princess Qing did not call the police. She has always been sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. Although as a professional in this field, it is her duty to report illegal activities, there is still something else she wants to say.

The law is not without human sentiment.

It's not during working hours.

There's no need to be so serious and rigid.

"Boom."

One leg dangled off the edge of the bed and kicked Jiang Chen, who was standing there dumbfounded.

To say someone has long legs.

In fact, Qinggege's legs are just as good, straight, smooth and delicate, dazzling under the lights. Even her feet are so white and tender, with toes like bamboo shoots.

"Go!"

Jiang Chen stumbled from the kick, bumped into his bed, and then fell down on his buttocks. He certainly didn't feel any pain.

He gave a wry smile, and was about to speak when his gaze froze.

Then his eye started twitching.

Fang Qing hadn't pulled her leg back yet, because her attention was completely drawn to the annoying noise from next door, and she had completely forgotten about one problem.

The two of them wore the same bathrobes.

It was short for Jiang Chen, but not long for her either.

and so.

Gan!
Princess Qing is truly upright and honest; she never speaks nonsense.

It really is

It's a very charming purple.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath. In fact, the whole process only took a moment. Before Fang Qing could notice, he quickly raised his eyes and immediately stood up again.

Fang Qing was a little confused by his actions. Her attention was successfully diverted, and she didn't notice that she had accidentally exposed herself.

As it turns out, standard rooms are still unreliable.

Problems can also arise.

"I'll handle it."

Fang Qing frowned, wondering why the other party had suddenly become so compliant, but she didn't think much of it.

Under her watchful gaze, Jiang Chen did not go out. Wrapped in a bathrobe, which was somewhat unseemly, he figured that since the soundproofing was so poor, there was no need to go outside; he could take care of things in the room.

He walked towards the TV wall, raised his hand as if to punch it, but his fist did not fall.

He listened.

"It seems to be over..."

End.

They are indeed cultured people.

The wording is quite concise and insightful.

After saying that, he walked back, picked up the remote control that was lying on the bed, and turned down the TV volume.

"Listen, isn't it over?"

Talent.

How could you let your childhood sweetheart eavesdrop?

wrong
This is to confirm with Qingmei.

Ok.

Things have definitely calmed down.

The disturbing cries have completely disappeared.

Jiang Chen subconsciously glanced at the time displayed on the movie channel. In reality, it wasn't that long in terms of time dimension; it was just a subjective illusion caused by Einstein's theory of relativity.

But anyway.

Night returned to its usual tranquility.

Jiang Chen let out a breath and sat down again on the edge of the bed.

"are you sleepy?"

"Go to sleep if you're tired. Give me the remote."

Fang Qing seemed to be planning to watch TV.

What channel do you watch?

I still remember when I was little, they would show "Princess Pearl" and "The Deer and the Cauldron" in the early morning. He would often stay up late, and sometimes when the adults weren't home, Qinggege would come over.

It feels like just yesterday.

"You sleep on your own."

Helpless, Jiang Chen could only hand over the remote control, and then climbed onto the bed himself. Like Qing Gege, he didn't lie down, but leaned against the headboard.

The ever-changing light and shadow on the television screen were reflected in their pupils.

"On the vast African savanna, lives a powerful group of predators..."

Seeing that Qinggege had stopped watching the animal world channel, Jiang Chen couldn't help but smile and affirmed, "This will work, it won't hypnotize you..."

"Ah~ Ah~ Ah—"

Before he could finish speaking, Juju's familiar voice rang out again!

The atmosphere fell silent instantly, with only the gentle and magnetic voice of the narrator coming from the television.

Fang Qing's expression changed drastically.

Tolerable or unbearable!
She made a gesture as if to grab the phone next to her pillow.

"calm……"

Jiang Chen tried to dissuade him, but suddenly, a commotion came from the corridor outside.

"Bang bang bang—Open the door!" (End of Chapter)