Xiao Lang Jing

Zhao Meng kept sneaking glances while taking notes.Xiao Langjing's ID card was registered in his hand, and the date of birth and the place of household registration were clear at a glance. Only now did he know that Xiao Langjing's surname was Song, and his full name was Song Qiran.

Hey, good-looking people are different. Even the ID card registration photos are more eye-catching than others. Comrade Zhao Meng is a little distracted.

The first impression of Song Qiran, who is wearing a dark blue suit and neatly combed hairstyle, and Fei Bailang in the avatar of gay social software is very different. It is the kind of real life that Zhao Meng meets unexpectedly on the road and dare not stand side by side. The type of walking - it feels too aggressive, too elite, and I am afraid that I will be too big-hearted when I walk on the soles of my shoes, and then I will receive a leaflet from the court the next day.

As an old film police officer, Zhao Meng's psychological quality is already very good. At least he can find out that the subject of the record is actually a hook-up target. There is nothing unusual except that the pupils dilate for two seconds when the eyes just meet. .But Song Qiran's psychological quality is better than his. He didn't even change his face for those two seconds. After registering his identity information, he made a brief explanation of the situation and left a company business leaflet for the police station. He looked like a normal person.

Zhao Meng couldn't do it. When Zhao Meng saw Song Qiran's face, he thought of the toilet in his toilet, and when he saw his suit, he thought of the lake blue mosaic brick wall.

Finally, a set of procedures was completed, and Zhao Meng came forward to sign a police receipt.According to the regulations, the reporter had to leave his contact information and sign for confirmation. Zhao Meng felt a little itchy when he saw the string of mobile phone numbers in the form and the little finger print Song Qiran pressed on the signature column.He memorized the string of mobile phone numbers calmly, and went to the bathroom with an excuse while Ma Chao was entering information.In the toilet cubicle, Zhao Meng suppressed his heartbeat and typed the string of numbers in the WeChat friend search, and a related WeChat account popped up.Song Qiran's WeChat nickname is a string of English. He couldn't understand it for a while, so he didn't care. He just clicked on the avatar to zoom in.The avatar of that WeChat account is me, and it is probably used for socializing at work. It is similar to the Song Qiran I saw in the director's office. He is wearing a suit with arms folded. The background is clean soft gray. Song Qiran's eyes are cold. In the middle of the empty picture, there is a sense of cold sharpness. At first glance, it looks like the kind of professional elite who uses PPT to talk about breaking up with people.Zhao Meng stared at the photo and clicked his tongue twice, then long-pressed and clicked to save the picture to his phone.

That's all he intended to do.Look at the photos, nothing else.Although hiding in the toilet cubicle to do this seems a bit wretched, but if you really use your power to add someone on WeChat or something, it will be considered sexual harassment.Zhao Meng doesn't do such things. Although he looks rough and strong on the outside, he never likes to force others. In addition, he really yearns to be a good policeman.

Although the temptation to visit Xiaolangjing Moments is probably half as big as New Youth Square.

Zhao Meng sighed a little, quit the account search, and found that there was a small red dot in the friend application column, and the application source showed "people nearby", Zhao Meng's eyelids jumped, and the account that came to apply for adding friends The other person was Xiao Langjing, who she silently watched the photo of raped just now.

He froze for a few seconds, then pinched himself hard to make sure it wasn't a dream.However, Xiaolangjing's application instructions clearly stated the six words "Officer Zhao, add it", and it was obvious that he did not make a mistake with the account number, but was really targeting him.

Zhao Meng held his breath and clicked Add.

"...Mr. Song?"

"Officer Zhao. It's me."

"Are you...?"

"I'm not used to the software I used to communicate with you before. Add WeChat to make it easier to talk in the future."

"???"

Zhao Meng's eyes widened. The original meaning of the first sentence he asked was just to confirm the purpose of Song Qiran adding his WeChat friends, just in case he needed to know the progress of the investigation of the case, so he asked more restrainedly. Xiao Langjing even spoke out about dating software, and Zhao Meng was so choked that he didn't know what to say.

"Mr. Song, do you know who I am?"

"Yes. The one who shit at my house this morning."

"..."

Well, Xiaolangjing is simply so fresh and refined, but now Zhao Meng can also be sure that the other party has not mistaken the person.

"I'm sorry, I must have had a bad stomach from yesterday's dinner..."

He bit the bullet and gave an explanation.This time, the other party's reply took a few seconds to arrive.

"Really, Officer Zhao's skills are really excellent, if you can still perform as persistently as yesterday after eating a bad stomach."

What the fuck? !

Zhao Meng's chest tightened for a while, and the self-reflection that he thought was so embarrassing that it exploded was rewarded with a compliment. This is no longer the feeling of a small deer bumping into him suddenly, this is simply a fucking big-horned elk pulling a truck in the wilderness of his heart Sweeping thousands of troops.

Zhao Meng was shocked, but the corners of his mouth turned upward uncontrollably. He tried hard to recall last night, but he didn't remember the moment when he showed his glory. Desperately shrinking into his arms, he couldn't help sneaking a look at his appearance with the misty corners of his eyes, no, no, no, his crotch exploded when he thought about it.

He said it earlier, he loves this kind of cute contrast, and he doesn't know how Xiao Langjing does it. He can be shy and cute like a kitten for a while, and can be as straightforward as a supercilious person for a while, upside down , breaking Zhao Meng's small heart into eight petals.

"Where is it, I am just physically stronger than the average person. Sometimes it is not a good thing to stay for too long. It may be regarded as a kind of occupational disease."

"It's a good thing, I enjoyed it a lot yesterday."

Look, Xiaolangjing is really a little goblin, Zhao Meng thought to himself.He wanted to stop the topic at this point, so as not to appear too superficial, but he couldn't bear to--

He made a cannonball and provided thoughtful feedback, and the praise was not sloppy at all, satisfying all the vanity of a man in all directions 360 degrees, who can refuse such a cute little fairy?

Not only did Zhao Meng not want to refuse, he was about to go to heaven.

"Hey." He couldn't help but reveal his emotions.

Add a smirk.

After thinking about it and worrying that he would appear too arrogant and immature, he posted a selfie on WeChat for the first time.

It was taken in the toilet of the rented house. There was no head or face, just a section of abdominal muscle in the mirror of the sink. The lines were sharply carved, dark and shiny.Zhao Meng felt a little complacent when he took the photo, but it is not easy to send this kind of private photo to others casually. This is the first time he wants to praise his hard training results like a primary school student.

Xiaolangjing didn't disappoint him and gave him a thumbs up.

"Are you free next Friday?" Xiao Langjing asked.

Yes, yes, yes!Zhao Meng clenched his phone excitedly.

"The preparations for the bidding are basically over, and I don't have to work overtime next weekend. Friday night is still the same time, the same place."

It seemed that Zhao Meng had expected the cry in his heart, and before he could reply, Xiaolangjing's news followed. At the end, he added:

"You can bring your uniform."

Zhao Meng didn't reply—his nosebleed almost spewed out, okay?

As a result, when Ma Chao, the policeman on duty who finished the transcript and sent the reporter away, walked into the bathroom holding a piss, what he saw was Zhao Meng strolling out of the cubicle with a strange smile on his face.Zhao Meng's face is not smiling, but a smile makes people feel cold all over the body. Ma Chao greeted him tremblingly, looked at the back of his leaving, and looked at the toilet cubicle, and then contacted all the previous Zhao Meng. With Meng's gloomy expression, he frowned, and for some reason remembered a well-known line:

"Could it be that it's easy to discharge the stool?"