Chapter 1290:

Without waiting for Zhuang Jia's reaction, Song Jingru's horrified screams sounded in the room
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
Her screams woke up Hu Fangfang and brought Zhuang Jia back.
And that face also seemed to be frightened, swishing out of the window, without a trace.
There was the sound of messy footsteps in the corridor, followed by a rapid bang on the door.
"What's the matter?! What happened inside?!"
People outside were shouting loudly.
Song Jingru opened the door in a panic and ran out, finding Yu Yang from a group of disheveled men with extraordinary precision, and crying into his arms.
Zhuang Jia walked out of the dormitory and saw Song Jingru wearing only a thin nightdress, crying and hugging Yu Yang, almost hanging on him.
At this moment, the surging jealousy seemed like a huge wave, and the fear of seeing a grimace was snapped down!
There are only two words left in her heart--
Damn it!
She really got into the water in her mind, and only when she heard Song Jingru cry just now, she showed kind sympathy for two seconds!
Being soft to the enemy is cruel to yourself!
Zhuang Jia stared at the pendant sticking to Yang with an ugly expression, without saying a word, her eyes blazing out in anger.
However, Yu Yang's face was more ugly than her.
He looked at Zhuang Jia and said with a solemn face: "Go in!"
Zhuang Jia returned to his senses, looked down at the unfastened buttons of her shirt, and at the long legs exposed under the shirt. All of a sudden, there was embarrassment, anger, and grievance.
She curled her lips and turned her face into the room.
I thought with disdain: What's the matter? Wearing a bikini on the beach is more exposed than this one.
In the end, it was not a feeling of feeling: Song Jingru's nightdress with suspenders has much less fabric than a shirt. Why should I not train her?
At this time, Yu Yang's reprimand came from outside the door
The tone is cold and solemn, extremely severe!
"Song Jingru! Do you remember that you are a prosecutor?! What are the basic standards of prosecutors' professional ethics?!"
Zhuang Jia was slightly taken aback, and quickly pricked up her ears.
After waiting for a while, she heard Song Jingru's cries put away and turned into low sobbing, sobbing.
Yu Yang asked sternly: "What are the basic standards of prosecutors' professional ethics, Chapter 2, Article 7,?"
Song Jingru choked back and replied: "Insist on... insist on the principle of proclamation for the public...enforcement for the people, safeguard and safeguard the fundamental interests of the overwhelming majority of the people, protect the people's livelihood, serve the people, be close to the people, serve the people, benefit the people, and facilitate the people..."
The voice trembled faintly at the end, and it seemed that he couldn't cry.
But Yu Yang was unmoved and sternly said: "Do you remember law enforcement for the people? Do you remember protecting the people's livelihood and serving the people? After the incident, as a prosecutor, you neither investigated the situation nor protected the weak! The first one to run out!
why are you crying? ! Do taxpayers pay out to see you cry? ! "
No one in the corridor dared to speak.
In the suppressed silence, there was only Song Jingru's sobbing sound.
Zhuang Jia thought about it in the room: He said that the protection is weak, does the weak refer to me?
Yu Yang outside the door asked: "The Basic Code of Professional Ethics for Prosecutors, Chapter 5, Article 37, what is it?"
Song Jingru was just crying and could not speak.
Yu Yang said indifferently: "If you don't remember, let me remind you, Article 37, pay attention to professional etiquette constraints, be dignified and generous, maintain good professional ethics and style, and maintain a good image of prosecutors.
Song Jingru, do you think you have professional ethics in your performance today? Is there a professional style? Have you maintained the good image of the prosecutor? !
I will give you one day to write a self-review and give it to Hu Fangfang tomorrow, otherwise your internship will be eliminated! "
The voice fell, and there was no sound outside.
Zhuang Jia listened very hard, wondering Song Jingru's reaction, but only heard scattered footsteps.
Click--
Yu Yang pushed the door in.