Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Zhou Xufang was distressed: "It's all blistering."

Jiang Zhi let her hold her hands: "Do you love me?"

"Ok."

She dipped a little ointment with a cotton swab and gently applied it to his hand. She didn't rub it up a bit. She was afraid that it might hurt him.

Jiang Zhi couldn't bear her slight or heavy action, and it was very itchy. He simply held her hand and smeared it with the cotton swab.

The blisters were punctured all at once.

Zhou Xufang: "..."

Doesn't he hurt?

She felt pain when she looked at it.

Jiang Zhi directly poured disinfectant water on it, washed it and squeezed the ointment on it, then turned out a band-aid from the bag containing the medicine and gave it to Zhou Xufang for her to apply it.

Her expression is simply...sorrowful!

Jiang Zhi was funny: "Can you understand me now?" He rubbed her head, "You go to work, and I feel distressed too."

Zhou Xufang put the band-aid on him and looked up, looking very regretful: "I won't take heavy jobs in the future." She won't be tired, but she is afraid that Jiang Zhi will help her with the work.

"That's right." Jiang Zhi was very satisfied with the little girl's consciousness, "We will take the kind of work that is rich, does not endure hardship, and is not dangerous."

A lot of money, no hardship, and no danger.

Zhou Xufang was puzzled: "Is there such a thing?"

Jiang Zhi had a plan in his heart, and Taohua's eyes fell, three or four points relaxed and lazy: "Let my old lady hire you for a long time, just stay with me."

Therefore, they are going to be embarrassed and co-existing with each other...together with the old lady's money?

what!

Good or bad.

Zhou Xufang sighed honestly: "Jiang Zhi, you are so treacherous."

Treacherous, this is an obvious derogatory term.

Zhou Xufang hasn't praised him as a good person for a long time. Does she care about him? Don’t love him anymore? Don't you want to spoil him? Don’t you think he is the best person in the world?

Jiang Zhi's sense of crisis was very strong. His face collapsed, his brow wrinkled, and the water vapor in the peach blossom eyes brewed: "Fang Bao, my hands hurt."

OMG!

His hands hurt!

Zhou Xufang immediately held up his hand, pouting at him.

Jiang Zhi felt more at ease now, and Zhou Xufang still spoiled him.

"Xu Fang."

"Ok."

Jiang Zhi stared at her exhaling little mouth, he said without shame: "I want to kiss."

Zhou Xufang: "..."

She looked left and right. She looked like a meerkat who started to look guilty before being a thief. After observing the terrain, she secretly said to Jiang Zhi: "We are hiding in the park, there is no one there."

Cute!

Jiang Zhi took his cutie and went to the park.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was overcast.

Qiao Nanchu had an appointment with Zhang Zixi at the coffee shop. When he got there, Zhang Zixi had already arrived and had half of the coffee in front of her.

As soon as he sat down, the waiter brought a cup of coffee.

Zhang Zixi's hair was curled up, and a few strands of broken hair fell naturally from the temples. The earrings were simple, making her whole personality elegant and clean: "I don't know if your taste has changed, I ordered American coffee for you."

"It's okay." Qiao Nanchu sat casually and looked at his watch. "There is something in the bureau, so I can only stay for 20 minutes."

Zhang Zixi put down the coffee cup and chatted casually: "Is the work of the Criminal Intelligence Division interesting?"

His eyes were indifferent, his back leaning on the chair, his posture relaxed and lazy: "It's okay."

In fact, there is nothing important to ask him out, not even a topic, but there is always unwillingness to leave like this. After five years, she thought that even if it is a cinnabar mole, it should be smoothed out. It is visible and dug out. The scars of cinnabar moles will also be dull and painful.

Probably, the less you can get it, the more you can't let it go, and the more you can't let it go, the more you will never forget it.

There was a loss in her eyes: "If I hadn't changed schools at that time, maybe we would be colleagues now." She only studied at the police academy for two years, and then transferred abroad.

"Why didn't you continue to attend the police academy?" he asked casually.

She laughed: "You don't know." It was really ironic and heartbreaking, and she smiled more and more bitterly, "Zhang Guomin, it's my father."

Qiao Nanchu had heard of the name Zhang Guomin. It was a sensation in the imperial capital five years ago. He was a secretary who had greeted him for a hundred million yuan.

However, he cares about current affairs and does not care about personal affairs. He really didn't know that the secretary also had a daughter who was in police school.

After a long time, what had been painful before, now that she said it with a smile: "The immediate family members have a criminal record, even if the political trial has passed, I can't go far."

Qiao Nanchu was noncommittal.

He picked up the coffee and took a sip: "Then do you know that my father is Qiao Shenxing?"

Just one point.

He is too careful in thinking.

Zhang Zixi nodded and admitted: "I know, and I know that your father is handling my father's case."

Zhang Guomin’s case was personally supervised by his father at the time, and he had certain powers of life and death. His expression was still not salty, neither angry nor caring, so he said: "No wonder you can cook Baiyang for two months. I thought it would be more than a week."

She is a smart person, and she naturally knows that he is not really dating, she is also a proud person, can beg for two months, it is for her father.

It is also true that even his nominal girlfriend is more or less related to the Qiao family.

Zhang Zixi put the hair in his ears behind his ears, with a calm expression, as if he was talking about other people: "I also thought that your father would depend on your affection."

After all, it is a ‘girlfriend’, at least don’t make his father too miserable.

The result was unsatisfactory.

"You don't know enough," Qiao Nanchu said lightly, "I don't have much friendship with my father." Besides, in the political arena, I see more pros and cons.

After speaking, she felt comfortable. She still had one thing unclear: "Why are you looking for me? Why not just find a nanny?"

Could it be that she is somewhat different? Five years ago, she walked in a panic. Before she had time to ask, she always wanted to know how much weight she had in his heart.

Qiao Nanchu leaned back in the chair, held his hand, his eyes were calm, and said, "I found one. She had done something to Bai Yang and I was fired."

At that time, he didn't find a reliable person, and worried that the babysitter would abuse the little girl. He didn't dare to invite anyone casually. It happened that Zhang Zixi's reputation and popularity were very good.

He wanted to let her take care of him for a few days first, so that she could recognize that he was not a good thing, and it would be best to give up on him, but he did not expect that she had cooked the meal for two months and finally gave it to him. A'green hat'.

The green hat is said to be drunk, so he doesn't care about it.

It seems that she is just recounting the old, nothing else. Qiao Nanchu drank most of the coffee in the cup and got up: "I have another meeting to be held, I have to go."

He pulled away the chair.

The answer she has always wanted to know is self-evident, and there is no difference, she is nothing to him. She stood up: "Nan Chu."

He looked up.

Her eyes were red: "I approached you because of my father's case, but," she was silent for a long time, "I really liked it."

He didn't say anything, turned and left.

This man, handsome and ruthless, was like a cloud outside the house, he couldn't catch it no matter how much he did. Zhang Zixi sat down and poured all the coffee left in the cup into his stomach. The cold coffee was really bitter.

So unwilling, she likes him very much.

The next day, at ten thirty in the morning, it was fine and cloudless.

At the Imperial Capital Airport, people came and went, some walked, some stopped, and the sound of hurried footsteps and the sound of luggage pushing and pulling were endless.

Qiao Nanchu leaned against the billboard and answered the phone.

"Where is it, Team Joe?"

It is the Xiao team of the anti-drug team.

He looked at one place, the cigarette in his hand was not lit, and said, "Airport."

Team Xiao understood, and said directly and concisely the result: "I just got the stuff, you can arrest people."

The arrest is for evidence, so I have been waiting.

Qiao Nanchu retracted his lazy stretched legs and threw the cigarette in his hand into the trash can. He strolled forward and said jokingly: "I can't get it, I have to catch it."

After speaking, he hung up.

At this time, the airport announcement rang, and the gentle and gentle female voice read: "Passengers from the Imperial Capital to Country T, please note: Your flight ca1345 will take off soon. Passengers who have not yet boarded, please leave immediately by number 4. Boarding at the gate, thank you! Ladiesandgentlemen——"

Zhang Zixi stood up from the chair in the waiting area, and the bag was hung on the suitcase. As soon as she pushed, the contents of the bag fell out.

It's a photo. The young men and women in the photo are wearing police uniforms. That was the sophomore year, she and Qiao Nanchu co-photographed, and she was not willing to throw this photo together.

She squatted down and reached out to pick up the photo, but was snatched by one hand, a hand with well-defined joints.

Zhang Zixi looked up and smiled: "Are you here to see me off?"

Qiao Nanchu looked at the photo and read the sirens on the girl's police uniform: "14Z096." He looked up at Zhang Zixi and said, "I'll catch you."

14Z096 is the serial number of Zhang Zixi when he was in the police academy.

She looked surprised for a while, and then resumed as usual: "Catch me?"

Qiao Nanchu took out the handcuffs from his pocket and shook it: "Well, catch you."

She calmly said: "What crime?"

He didn't change his face either: "The crime of drug trafficking."

"Is there any evidence?"

The handcuffs in Qiao Nanchu's hand shook and slammed. Even when they met tit-for-tat on the narrow road, there was no ups and downs in his eyes, and he said calmly, "Your car that was rear-ended by me is now in the police station. "He added unhurriedly, "The dash cam captured you meeting the Huajun."

If he hadn't waited for the dash cam to get his hands, he would have arrested someone.

Zhang Zixi's face finally changed: "Did you deliberately?" Deliberately rear-end, deliberately let her tow, deliberately send her off, and deliberately let her eavesdrop.

Qiao Nanchu raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise? Do you think my car skills are so bad?"

Zhang Zixi smiled, feeling ridiculous.

He stood up straight, and his tone became solemn: "Zhang Ziyan, you are suspected of a gang smuggling, drug trafficking, transportation, and drug manufacturing case. I want to arrest you now. Rebellion is okay, then I will add one more to hinder official duties. Sin." He let go, one end of the handcuffs fell out of his palm, and asked, "Do you want to escape?"