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A week later, he was tried and fined and controlled for 3 months. As a lawyer, he is punished with a suspension of practice. After the expiration date, you need to reapply to get the lawyer's license.

On the day the sentence came down, Zhen Yi walked out of the court, a little lost, but also relaxed.

The sun is shining outside.

Yan Ge stood by the marble staircase and waited for her; Si Gui was also there, holding a large bouquet of flowers, keeping a distance of two or three meters from Yan Ge and looking at the sky to count the birds.

She can't bear the aura of indifference.

Seeing Zhen Yi at once, he was relieved immediately and ran: "Congratulations to my favorite little woman who has since got rid of lawyers, the most confusing industry in black and white, and returning to the white people! Applause!"

The crowd clapped claps, and Jiang Jiang made a wreath for her.

Zhen Yi was speechless: "Evil or not? I am serving a sentence now. Can I be more serious? What kind of fun is this?"

Si Gui: "Your pain is our joy!"

Zhen Yi kicked her off with a kick.

But Jiang Jiang laughed and cried: "Sister Yi, what should I do if you are not a lawyer? I haven't brought my head."

Zhen Yi's hands drew a frame in front of herself: "This is a portrait? Does the phone use the alarm clock to call?"

Jiang Jiang laughed again.

Yan's eyes were always fixed on Zhen Yi. As she moved from far to near, she waited in front of her and asked, "Are you alright?"

"Very good." She shrugged and smiled. "The money for the lawsuit against Qi Mian was given to Ai Xiaoying's family. Sakura's parents and dads began to refuse and said that Cui Fei should compensate them. Cui Fei their money. "

She stood on tiptoe and took a deep breath: "No debt is light."

Yan Yan looked at her peacefully, and saw her face regain her radiance, suddenly realized again, what is called mood.

Si Gui: "Zhen, go clubbing, it's time to relax for more than a year after abstinence."

Abstinence ...

Zhen Yi slanted her. Why is her word so strange recently?

"Zhen, go, don't want to make a bar, KTV hot pot is on the road, everything is done. Sister will accompany you tonight."

"Is it possible to find a duck?" Zhen Yi asked.

Everyone: "..."

"Ha ha ha ha." Zhen Yi laughed.

"Yes, go, go." Yang Zi pushed her.

Zhen Yi didn't squeak, glanced at the words, still wanted to be with him.

"Forget it, next time."

Yang Zi and Jiang Jiang looked at each other and exchanged glances. Si Gui boldly stepped forward: "Teacher Yan, let's be together."

"No, you go." Eating out with a large group of strangers, both of which he could not tolerate.

Zhen Yi was a little lost. She has been in a good mood recently, but today she packed up all the things related to the lawyer. She didn't want to have fun and dinner, just wanted to be with him. Even if you do n’t speak.

But he didn't finish the words, he looked to Zhen Yi: "They go, you accompany me."

Zhen Yi's heart thumped like a roller coaster. He expressed so bluntly that she should blush slightly in front of her friends.

Si Guiruo seemed to bump Zhen Yi's waist like this: "Heavy color and light friend!"

"thank you."

"Take it all together and come back to share the experience." Si Gui twisted Zhen Yi's waist suggestively, and after smiling, his eyes fell on a handsome and polite man, um ...

Her policeman was used to seeing people without twists and turns. From top to bottom, she swept Bian Qian generously and laughed slowly: "Zhen, your boss is really young."

The girls backed away silently, the tone of the pick girl was too obvious ... And, take your policeman's keen vision to see the man, regardless of public and private.

Bian Qian nodded slightly: "Hello, Sergeant Officer." He probably heard Zhen Yi mentioned it, it is not difficult to judge.

"Well, I'm fine." Si Guixiao smiled, "When I first met, I didn't bring a gift. Please have tea."

The women looked at this, what a weird and illogical way to pick the wrong place.

"What kind of tea does the police officer say to drink tea?"

"Please go to Mingxuan for tea." Si Gui's picture of caring for the people is warm, "If you don't want to, go to the police station to drink."

All women's black line, is it considered to use the position to coerce the beautiful men to fall?

Bian Qian laughed, gradually unable to take it, and exchanged phone calls with her. Si Gui came to the sentence in a timely manner: "The military and civilian fish and water family!"

Fish ... water ... family ...

Zhen Yi touches his forehead, the Yangtze River waves push forward, and one wave is more than one wave ...

Jiang Jiang whispered: "Sister Yi, the police officer has sent you a teacher. You will teach me more secrets later."

"..."

She looked at Si Gui more. In fact, the little woman was pretty, but she had short hair and did not like to dress up. She felt that her police friend was very beautiful.

Leave separately.

Zhen Yi walked to Yange, rubbed the soles of her feet against the floor, and was fake and shy: "Well, you said, let me do it with you?" Body language is saying: Is it good to accompany you to bed?

Words: "Aren't you saying that if Qi Mian's lawsuit won, would you please have dinner?"

Ah, he still remembers.

The destination is a five-star hotel ...

When parking, Zhen Yi was full of peach blossoms, and his heart was full of spring. She was shy and twisted around Yange, eager to try: "We want to open a house?"

"If you don't want to go back, you can live here."

"how about you?"

"I want to go back."

Zhen Yi's tender, water-like gaze turned into hatred for a second, and his heart was roaring: Come here to eat? Just eat? You have something wrong!

Your neurologist is not in vain!

Think of the countless large beds and large bathtubs in the countless rooms above him, unable to forcefully write on his face the disappointment and resentment of his rolling sheets.

Silently walking for a while, Zhen Yi understood that he didn't believe in the hygiene of the restaurant before coming here to eat. Damn, it made her misunderstand.

After another thought, he seemed unable to eat spicy food.

Zhen Yi smiled and put it together: "Speech, shall we eat Chinese food?"

"Okay." He had no opinion. Although she looked at her smile, she knew she should be fooling again.

After seating, he gave the menu to Zhen Yi.

She was not polite, silently placed the spicy chicken, spicy grilled fish, spicy cabbage and boiled green vegetable stew; there was a "special spicy" in the eating habits.

Yan Ge sat opposite, not quite sure how she was so happy to order a dish, how could she keep laughing with her lips pursed.

After Zhen Yi clicked, his eyes rolled, well, he wouldn't drink.

With such a good chance, she almost burst into laughter, holding her face twisting, and silently hooked two bottles of cola and two bottles of liquor in the drink.

"You don't need to report the menu anymore, serve quickly." Zhen Yi stuffed the electronic menu with the waiter.

In my heart, flowers are blooming: roll the sheets! expensive……

The Chinese restaurant is antique, with dim lighting; rockery and flowing water, and silk bamboos are melodious.

The table was lit with candles and porcelain incense, and the tobacco shreds from time to time.

Zhen Yi held her cheeks and smiled sweetly: "It feels like a date to eat here!"

appointment?

Words stared at her quietly, perhaps the light. She looked so gentle, but the dimples were shallow and always lively; her lips were curved and always playful.

If it were n’t for her heart, it ’s just dark eyes and full skin, she will be ordinary and quiet; but because of the heart of her skin, her appearance is so bright and vivid, full of vitality, like a beam of light. In the past 8 years, he always thought of it, which was both heart-breaking and dismissing Wushan.

He looked away calmly, took the glass and drank slowly.

After a long time, I said, "Resume well and don't stay up all night again."

"Stay up late? How do you know?" Zhen Yi was strange.

The speech was a bit stunned and silent. There were dark circles under her eyes, and his eyes were staring straight, like a sleepwalking animal.

The incense is light.

Zhen Yi didn't wait for him to answer, rubbing his eyes: "I have been looking for a job interview some time ago, the reporter is still very suitable for me. I can contact a lot, and it is close to what I learned before."

Yan Zi looked at her through the glass, a little distracted, and inadvertently said, "You must have been a good policeman in the past."

"Cut, the most beautiful police flower in HK City!" She will paste gold on her face most, and give a little color to open the dye shop.

"Will you regret if you didn't do it?"

"It's okay." She lifted her spirit and asked him, tilting her head, "What about you? Did you want to do your current career?"

"No."

Actually, I was interested in philosophy and mathematics.

She was amazed, like hearing the secret: "Eh? Don't you like your current work and research?"

"Neither. I don't like it, but I don't hate it." He said loosely, not regretting or sighing.

"But you said that it would take many years to learn this. If you don't like it, how boring should it be?"

He said lightly: "Let yourself be attentive, you can be very good, so I just accepted it."

"Oh, in fact, many people work in the same way." Knowing that he didn't need it, Zhen Yi still comforted him subconsciously, but he was stunned after talking about himself.

"Wait a moment, you," the heart felt like a needle, "you, is that how it is for me?"

The expression was stunned, but for a moment, her eyes seemed to be red, and she looked at him bravely, as though sad and self-deprecating, but fleeting.

She recovered her smile and didn't seem to care: "Are you like this to me? I don't like it, but I don't hate it, just accept it, just like that?"

"Zhen Yi ..."

"I know." She didn't dare to listen to his answer and interrupted, "You don't hate it now? Can you accept it again and stay with me again?"

Her heart was numb, and she didn't know how to say it, but she was still smiling, looking forward to it.

Opposite the ambiguous lights, the words and expressions were like water, too late to say anything, the waiter blocked between the two, the voice was soft: "Hello, we are serving."

Zhen Yi took a deep breath and packed her mood to see the dishes. From a long time ago, from a very young age, her emotions could rotate 360 ​​degrees.

"Wow! It looks delicious." She looked at the food, her eyes shining brightly.

No longer speaking, his eyes were unpredictable, and finally he slowly moved away from her face and landed on a few bowls of red oily food.

He was silent.

Zhen Opinion stared at the food silently, waved his fists, and stared at the eyes: "Dare to waste my food, be careful that I beat you."

"I didn't say that." He picked up the chopsticks, pondered for a few seconds, and finally picked a boiled green vegetable that didn't look so spicy.

Zhen Yi shook his head secretly: Young man, really inexperienced!

It's called different, is it the hottest?

Sure enough, the chopsticks froze when Yan Ge took the first bite, and then swallowed as hard as the poison.

Perhaps it was indeed too spicy for him. He swallowed it, and seemed to be stunned, sulking, opening his mouth slightly, breathing quietly and deeply, restrained and patient.

Zhen Yi's mood is just too much to hate!

She choked on her chopsticks and happily said that it was delicious and authentic, and she served him the food in a sinister way. She knew his habits and could not tolerate leftovers in the bowl.

Dr. Ang, who won't waste food, she likes it the most.

Speaking of being spicy, faced with Zhen Yi's crazy ladle, she froze for a dozen seconds and didn't react. By the time I said "I don't want it anymore", when I took the bowl back, it was already full.

Zhen Yi eats her body comfortably, but her words are like being tortured. After a while, she blushes to the roots of her ears. Every time she eats another bit, she needs to stop and take a deep breath.

Seeing that he was so hot that he could hardly speak, Zhen Yi poured two glasses of cola and mixed liquor and pushed a glass in front of him: "Well, drink this, it won't be spicy when you drink it."

His eyes were a bit dull, shaking his head, trying to say something, but he was too hot to say.

She understood what he meant and said: "This wine is diluted by Coke, just like water. You don't want to drink it, do you want to be spicy?"

She stuffed the glass in his hand.

There is no way to make a speech. Take it and take a sip. The cola is cold, the liquor is hot, and the spiciness is really cut instantly. Now, every time he eats a dish, he has to drink a few sips of cola liquor.

Zhen Yi smiled like a fox, but after a meal, she calmed down and sat down, just like everyone else. After drinking the wine, he has recovered his usual indifference.

Feeling frustrated, Zhen Yi stood at the hand-washing station and spit mouthwash, squinting at him to wash his hands and wash his mouth. She was so irritable that she wanted to kick him.

When he was out of the restaurant, his pace was steady.

Walking to the lobby, Zhen Yi was still not stubborn, and the tone of discussion was: "You can't drive after drinking. Let's stay here at night."

The expression nodded: "Well, okay. I want to sleep." The tone was unexpectedly gentle and gentle.

But one sentence exposed the problem.

"..." Zhen Yizhong looked at him like a lottery.

After he finished speaking, he nodded again, thought for a few seconds, and nodded. Every time is moderate and gentleman.

But that expression was so innocent, she wanted to throw him down immediately!

Zhen Yi Xizi Zila registered him, the lady at the front desk was afraid that she was a newcomer, and she said, "Do you need bed service?"

Zhen Yi smiled: "You don't have to be early, just call the bed service and I will do it myself."

The front desk blushed into pig liver.

A few seconds ago she was well behaved. When she entered the elevator, she wrapped her words and hugged him around the waist. Although she stood upright, her mind was unclear and she was allowed to go all the way.

Before opening the door, he actually asked politely and politely: "Do you live next door?"

Zhen Yi followed him into the house and lied: "Well, it's still early, I'll come in and sit down." Before the words fell, the man threw himself up, his arms around his neck, his feet kicked the door, and the heels kick Fly and hugged him to the bedroom.

Words hold on to you, but where can she stand?

She stepped back and forth and was overwhelmed by her on the bed.

The drunken man supported himself anyway, but as soon as he fell, he couldn't wake up.

A second before the speech, she tried to release her from her neck, and a second later, she closed her eyes heavily.

He is quiet even if he is drunk.

"Smelly man, you will be raped first and then killed, and you still don't believe it!" She didn't turn on the light, and fluttered on him with the moonlight outside the window.

He closed his eyes, he was quiet, his breath was shallow, and his palms were weak against her legs.

She fell beside him, her mouth narrowed: "I'm going to strip you off and pose with me, taking pictures threatening you! Huh!"

After talking, he couldn't help laughing.

Originally I just wanted to tease him, but I didn't want to make him drunk.

She was lying on his chest and couldn't help but touch his face, but the edges and corners were very soft, and the warm breath screamed through her fingers, itchy ...

Well, otherwise ...

I have secretly watched a lot of Japanese educational films in universities, but I have never really practiced them.

Does it feel so good to do that kind of thing?

Thinking of the intimacy between him and him at that time, I was so intoxicated.

Would you like to try it now?

She leaned up and looked at him through the moonlight. In the half-light and half-darkness, he had a picture on his face, and Jun Yi's face was as white as jade.

"Alas," she said with a narrowed mouth, "how could you like you that much?"

Before I finish talking, my heart hurts.

She gently rubbed his nose and touched his lips, sniffing his beloved like a puppy uneasy.

Perhaps because of drunkenness, his lips were very soft and ironed, and they burned into the bottom of her heart, making her tremble deep inside. She gently kissed him over and over again, kissed his eyelashes, his eyes, his nose, his lips, as devout as a believer.

Her tongue gently pried open his lips. He still has a faint smell of wine in his mouth, which is not the same as his pure and pure taste in memory. Unfamiliar and sexy, very exciting.

Her body gradually warmed, as if the blood was boiling. It was just a kiss, but it made her addicted. She wanted more!

She was unconscious, untiringly unbuttoning his shirt, her arms digging in to hug his body and stroking greedily.

His body is so hot, she is so infatuated, her heartbeat is completely disordered, and she hears her breathing gradually.

Perhaps she was drunk, too hot to breathe, smoky in her throat, and only he could quench her thirst.

She took off her clothes, put his hands on her exposed waist, and went to untie his pants.

Just pulling away, Yan frowned, rolled over, and lifted her down suddenly, turning her sideways in her arms. Zhen Yi was inexplicably frightened, shrunk in his arms motionless.

He was still frowning, and his sleep was unsteady and uncomfortable. After a few seconds, his eyelashes moved and suddenly opened.

Zhen Yi was very nervous, he woke up?

His eyes were reddish, but his eyes were clear, very pure, and he looked at her for a few seconds without blinking, and closed slowly.

Zhen Yi lay in his arms, warming his throat with panic acid. Because, half a moment ago, he gently leaned against her, leaned his head against her head, and then fell asleep.

She approached him, wrapped around his waist, and listened to his heartbeat against his chest, so vigorous and powerful.

She opened her mouth gently, smiling, and a slight gleam of light flashed in her eyes: "Speech, you don't like me, but don't hate me?"

"Speech, shall we be together?"

"You don't worry, then I will take the initiative, okay?" Her hand slid slowly towards his waist, stroking his hot, firm skin, and slowly approached there.

At that time, they actually slept together, and that's all. After doing everything, it was the last step.

Her heart was beating violently, her mind was unconscious, and suddenly she just wanted to be with him ...

"Speech, you don't want to be alone, okay? That's so lonely. Or, let's be together! Some people say that love requires happiness from both parties. Word, it doesn't matter, you don't like me so much I love you twice; you love so little, I love more and pay more. I do n’t mind. You do n’t like anyone, you ’re not interested, just stay with me. Because no Someone will love you like me. "

She frowned lightly, feeling a little drunk.

"Before, no matter what I did, you would not be angry; this time, you should not be angry."

Her hand, down, down, stretched in ...

"I just like you, I just want to be with you, saying, don't blame me."

Strange, what can we do?

She deflated her mouth:

Huh, even if he is forced to rise, what can he do?

Kill her?

Cut, she is not an irresponsible woman.

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