Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

The C.O. gave him a push and said in a low voice, "come on, get down to business first."

When Tan Jing saw that she was holding a thick notebook in her arms, her eyes lit up and she raised her chin vigorously in her arms.

The female prison guard was stunned, followed her eyes and asked, "do you want a notebook?"

Tan Jing nodded, still holding the pen between her teeth, and her eyes were full of expectation and joy.

"Want a fart!" The male prison guard rudely vetoed her idea and stood in front of Tan Jing, "we have something to ask you, you'd better be honest!"

Tan Jing Zaba Zaba's eyes widened her mouth a little, and her head shook like a rattle.

"... forget you can't talk." The male prison guard stood awkwardly, his face stiff for a moment. The anger he had just choked out was broken for a second.

The female prison guard glanced at him, tore a piece of paper from her notebook, put it on the bedside table, and waved to Tan Jing, "write what you want to say."

Tan Jing was flattered and gave a smile. Because she had a pen in her mouth, she didn't even dare to laugh too freely. She only gave a very shallow tick. With her mouth full of blood, she looked a bit frightening.

She moved slowly to the bedside table, bit her pen and began to move.

She works very hard. Her pen is too sharp to control. All the words she writes are trembling. None of the lines are straight. From time to time, she pokes holes in the flat paper.

Even at this level, Tan Jing's face was dripping with sweat, and her forehead was already wet. When she finally put down her pen and raised her chin to indicate that the C.O. had finished writing, her face was full of sweat, and all the broken hair on her forehead was on her face.

The two guards looked at each other, looked over at the paper, and with some difficulty recognized the words she had written - I want to see Tang Xiao.

"Tang Xiao?" The male C.O. frowned, a little puzzled by the strange name that suddenly appeared.

The female prison guard held her chin. After a while, she suddenly understood her meaning, so she asked, "do you want to see Mr. Mu's wife?"

Tan Jing nodded, her eyes full of excitement and affirmation.

The female prison officer raised her elbow and bumped against the male colleague nearby. She explained in a low voice, "Tang Xiao is the wife of the Mu group, the victim of this kidnapping."

The male prison guard suddenly realized, but soon fell into a new round of confusion. No, the kidnappers fight for the right to speak for themselves just to see the victim again. What's the reason? not reconciled to? Or do you want to say sorry?

Tan Jing was uncomfortable with his sharp eyes. She shrunk her neck and looked straight to the bottom of her feet.

The female warden winked at the male warden, but the latter took back the strange sight nailed to Tan Jing, only to see that she was not very willing, and had not forgotten to throw an eye knife at her.

The C.O. straightened up, coughed, and then asked, "well, you answer our questions first, and then I'll help you arrange to see Miss Tang. Is that ok?"

As soon as she heard that she could see Tang Xiao, Tan Jing nodded her head firmly and did not hesitate for a second.

As she spoke, the C.O. opened her notebook and prepared to take notes. "What do you mean by the four words' I'm fake 'you wrote on the ground?"

Hearing the sound, Tan Jing's expectation and determination in her eyes darkened, and her eyelashes dropped slightly, just covering her pupils.

The female prison guard was acutely aware of her pretence of escape, and she was even more puzzled. At the same time, she felt that there was something really wrong with this matter, so she asked, "what do you want to express? Can you write it out? "