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Chapter 124: Obey the law and take advantage of others’ danger

"Do you both have Brother Song's WeChat account? Without me recommending it to you, he is single." A colleague said.

"No, I have it, and so does Xuxu." Xu Zhi touched his chin, "How many years has he been single?"

"Anyway, we haven't talked about it since we started working. I'm not sure about the university, but I think we have talked about it."

"So it's been three years?" Xu Zhi moved a small bench and came over to gossip, his eyes bright, "Who is he talking about in college?"

"She's a female doctor, she's pretty awesome."

"If you don't believe the rumors, don't spread them. We haven't talked about them, we are just friends." Xing Jianshu came out to refute the rumors.

"What about you? Are you single too?" A man wearing a plaid shirt asked Xu Zhi.

"That's right." Xu Zhikou said, anyway, two groups of people can't get along with each other.

The man's smile deepened: "Then add WeChat. My name is Chen Wenxing. Remember it."

"Okay, Chen Wenxing. He's usually so sultry, but now he's..." The people around him were ups and downs.

Xu Zhi coughed awkwardly: "Add it."

Cheng Xuran sighed, not knowing what he was sighing for. He lowered his eyelashes and quietly ate some lettuce alone.

under the moonlight.

Still wearing a white gauze evening dress, she is a princess who escaped on the moon. The fine aquatic flowers on the skirt are shining with crystal clear light and shadow, and she is indifferent to the world.

"You actually eat barbecue." Xing Jianshu noticed.

"Well, let's wait for Song Yanqing to talk." Cheng Xuran nodded, his face profile was quiet and cold.

A colleague came to Cheng Xuran and added a WeChat message to recommend a handsome guy to her.

"Don't listen to Xu Zhi's nonsense, I don't want to fall in love." Cheng Xuran's voice was clear and quiet, pleasant to the ear, and had a sense of distance.

She had a beer next to her hand, but didn't drink it. She didn't drink often, especially outside. At most friends' gatherings, Cheng Xuran would bring milk tea, and others indulged her like a child.

A certain Sanqi Prison in Nanqiao.

Dark and damp.

The visiting area is separated by cold iron windows.

The prisoner was wearing a prison uniform, his hands were handcuffed, and he was holding a phone and talking to someone sitting outside. His lips moved: "I don't want to die."

The person outside the glass window is leaning on the back of the chair in a relaxed posture, with his hands folded in front of him, as if he is dozing.Wearing a black suit, the color itself makes him look cold and deep. He wears silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his appearance is incompatible with a prison.

Hearing the sound, Wen Cenjiang opened his eyes, holding the phone in one hand, looking directly into the prisoner's eyes through the glass, well-dressed and elegant.

The voice is deep and gentle.

"500."

In his eyes.

There are the gentlest flowers and the coldest hell.

Cruel, blackmailing, taking advantage of others.

At the same time, we must abide by the law, be polite, and be meticulous.

The prisoner gritted his teeth: "Okay."

They talked for 10 minutes.

Wen Cenjiang understood first and then gave orders. He only needed to cooperate with the confession.

Wen Cenjiang plays litigation, and he can turn the dark side into the white side for you, no kidding.

But he doesn't touch the red line.

There is a lawyer's bottom line.

If you play hard and end up in jail, you won't be convicted. He knows better than anyone where the red line of the law lies, and he often only wanders in the gray area.

Zhizhi doesn't like bad people. He wants to give her a bright future and give their future children a good tutor, so he won't break the law.

"Ding dong."

The WeChat message rang.

Wen Cenjiang was wearing a tie and picked up his phone to look at it.

Yan'an Hutong, full of fireworks.

Song Yanqing came over and walked around the twists and turns of the road and walked to two small warehouses to buy, but there was nothing he wanted to buy. He didn't know what his luck was, but fortunately the third convenience store had some.

(End of this chapter)