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It's embarrassing.

Occupational disease caused trouble, and as soon as Mu Zi heard about the case, her brain cells became uncontrollably active.

Mu Zi sneered and said, "Okay, you have to fly back to Qingjiang tomorrow, why don't you rest early today?" ”

Zhuang Jia cried and said: "It's time to rest early, if I listen to it again, I have to have nightmares." ”

"Maybe you'll dream of barbecue big catfish." Jiang Ci joked.

"Officer Jiang, please spare me!" Zhuang Jia couldn't cry or laugh.

Everyone talked and laughed for a while, and finally dispersed and went back to their rooms to rest.

There are plenty of rooms at home, Zhuang Jia and Jiang Zhinuan sleep in one room, and everyone else has their own room.

When Gu Yan returned to the room, he saw Yu Yang stop Jiang Ci, the two whispered, and then went to Yu Yang's room together.

"Why did Officer Jiang go to Yu Yang's room?" He couldn't help but ask Zhuang Jia beside him.

Zhuang Jia shrugged: "How do I know, maybe people have jobs to talk about, they are all judicial workers, and they must have a common topic." ”

After speaking, she probably remembered that Yu Yang and Jiang Ci had handled the case of the big catfish together, and there were a little goosebumps on her body, so she rubbed her cool arms and turned away.

Gu Yan felt depressed in his heart, he couldn't say what he felt, and he went back to his room.

……

At night, everything is silent, and there is only the sound of insects outside the window.

Mu Zi snuggled quietly in Murong Cheng's arms, and her sleepiness grew.

When he was about to fall asleep, he vaguely heard Murong Cheng calling his name, and Mu Zi answered softly.

Murong Cheng said in a low voice: "After graduating in the future, have you considered becoming a lawyer?" ”

"Lawyer?" Mu Zi sobered up a little and looked up at him, "Why did you suddenly ask this?" ”

Murong Cheng sighed softly and hugged her into his arms, his lips against her forehead, "You seem to want to be a prosecutor." ”

"Is the prosecutor bad?" Mu Zi asked.

"How is the prosecutor?" Murong Cheng asked her rhetorically, "The people who work intensively, are stressful, and deal with every day are either relatives of grief and anger victims, or murderous and violent criminals. ”

Murong Cheng said: "Zizi, this job is too dangerous, if you want justice, wouldn't it be better to choose a lawyer?" ”

Mu Zi was silent.

She has no aversion to the job of a lawyer, but what she wants to do has always been a prosecutor.

The fulfillment of these two jobs is very different: one to exonerate innocent people, and the other to condemn evil people.

Of course, when it comes to danger, it must be the prosecutor who is superior. This is also the reason why every prosecutor must learn shooting and fighting skills, even if they can't do both civil and military, but when facing criminals, they must at least have the ability to defend themselves.

"Helping the innocent is just as important as punishing the offender, whether to choose a lawyer or a prosecutor...... Let me think again. Mu Zi smiled and kissed the corner of Murong Cheng's lips, "Maybe when I graduate, I will change my mind, and I may be ......a judge."

Murong Cheng smiled. Female judges? He didn't believe that Mu Zi could sit still.

It's just that there are still two years to graduate, so it's important to find a way to sow a seed in her stomach first.

When the time comes, dragging a child, maybe she doesn't need his persuasion, she will take the initiative to stay away from danger.

Thinking of this, Murong Cheng turned over and pressed her under him, kissed her snow neck, and fell to her collarbone unhurriedly.

Mu Zi's drowsiness woke up completely, half-pushing, half-pushing: "It's just ...... at noon"

"I know." Murong Cheng's hand slid into her pajamas, slowly rubbing, the skin was silky, as delicate as clotted cream, he took off her pajamas, and whispered, "I'm going to the presidential palace tomorrow for a whole day, I'll advance tomorrow first." ”

Mu Zi's breathing was slightly chaotic, and she thought in a daze: This is not an advance, this is an overdraft......

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