Professor Wen's little Jiaojiao is sweet and soaring

Chapter 5 Socialist Core Values
"Teacher Wen"

Wen Jin sat down opposite Jiang Ning, stared at her, "You can do whatever you want."

Interrogation continues.

"Why did Miss Jiang stay alone at the airport, but didn't go out to ask for help?"

Jiang Ning looked at the man with gold eye sockets opposite, with ripples in his eyes.

He answered unhurriedly, "There are too many people at the door, and the risk factor is high."

Jiang Ning answered all the questions meticulously.

After the interrogation, the innocence was confirmed.

"Miss Jiang, what an offense."

"fine."

From the beginning to the end, Wen Jin just stared at him without saying a word.

Jiang Ning looked slowly, "Professor Wen, is it too offensive to keep staring at the woman?"

Wen Jin noticed that it was a professor, not the usual title.

After staring at Jiang Ning for a while, Wen Jin looked away, "Ms. Jiang, wait a minute, you're thirsty after so long interrogation, I'll pour you a glass of warm water, I have the right to make an apology."

"No..." Before Jiang Ning could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

After pouring a glass of warm water, Wen Jin handed it to Jiang Ning.

Warm boiled water was handed to him, and Jiang Ning took it after a pause.

It's just that the person in front of me didn't know if it was intentional. Before the cup was put in, he let go of his hand and it slipped down naturally.

The splashed water wet Wen Jin's shoes, Jiang Ning frowned.

Wen Jin lowered her eyes, "Does Miss Jiang know how much my shoes are worth?"

"Nandi" Jiang Ning glanced at the shoes and said a brand.

"Miss Jiang has good eyesight," Wen Jin said.

"How many?"

"Shoes are just a trivial matter." Wen Jin didn't rush, "but Miss Jiang scared me."

"..."

Wen Jin is serious about making up nonsense.

"I'm not in good health. If Miss Jiang frightens me into a heart attack, I'll be charged with intentional homicide."

Jiang Ning took a serious look at the shameless man in front of the meeting, and really didn't think about whether he had offended him in the past 20 years.

The other side continued to babble, "Speaking of it in a small way, it's just a small accident, and in a big way, it can be a crime of intentional injury."

Jiang Ningyun lightly clenched his fists, "How do you want to solve it?"

"How about Miss Jiang copying the words on the wall twenty times for me?" Wen Jin looked at the wall.

Following the man's gaze, Jiang Ning looked at the core values ​​of socialism.

Jiang Ning twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes seemed to be foggy, and he couldn't see the emotions clearly.

"No way."

"Miss Jiang can think clearly. If I am really scared, I will be charged with a crime."

Facing the playful gaze of the man in front of him, Jiang Ning faintly couldn't bear the thought of hitting someone in his heart.

Never seen a man so shameless.

Wen Jin was very calm, waiting for the other party's next words.

"Okay" Jiang Ning gritted his teeth, "Send it here then."

But that's okay, the first condition is met.

Without waiting for the other party, Jiang Ning walked out straight away, afraid of staying any longer, so he really committed the crime of intentional injury.

Wen Jin behind him slowly disposed of the broken glass on the ground.

After leaving the game, Jiang Ning put on a mask and sunglasses, hailed a taxi, and gave the place name.

Lucheng in the middle of the night is more lively than in the daytime, full of brilliance, gathering and dispersing.

Jiuqi Garden.

Simple black and white collocation, all cool-colored furniture, clean cabinets.

Jiang Ning put on the cotton mop and went straight to the study.

The study room was filled with books and several small wooden boxes.

Still.

Jiang Ning took one of them, took out a pack of tissues from the bookcase, and wiped them carefully, as if treating a treasure.

A small mahogany box, but Jiang Ning smiled, eyebrows and eyes curved.

The half-circle moon shines obliquely through the window, and the room is cold.

The autumn wind is blowing outside, and the dead leaves are turning and falling into the soil, waiting for the new shoots to grow again in the coming spring.

After taking a shower, Jiang Ning took out his mobile phone and turned it on.

(End of this chapter)