Chapter 3137: Shanshan 3
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Passionate Devotion
- An Ying
- 732 characters
- 2021-03-03 11:19:51
Chapter 3137 Shanshan 3
She looked up at the ceiling, thinking.
It was an extremely embarrassing thing, but at this moment, Tingjun didn’t make a fuss. Instead, he said solemnly: "Don’t say it’s the same for people in their teens, twenties, and thirties. For the first time, who Don't make trouble with pants! Those recruits in the army usually got scared to pee when they fired for the first time. The other half didn't pee their pants because they didn't drink water that day. Who do you think is better than anyone? Silly girl! Come here! , Brother hug..."
He really feels distressed. As he talks, his tone becomes gentle, just such a girl who doesn't look pleasing to the eye. It doesn't matter if he bullies hard by himself on weekdays. It's really bullied by others. The anger in Tingjun's stomach is only Bilan. Little Ting is so little!
Shanshan flapped his big dark eyes: "Really? The recruits in the army are so useless?"
"Most of them are like this." Lan Ting said: "I was in the military academy. If the military academy students go out to perform tasks for the first time, they all want to find a psychological instructor to ease their mood after returning."
Shanshan thought for a while: "It must be because the psychological instructor of your school is beautiful, female?"
Ting Jun smiled and said on the sofa: "Brother find you a super handsome psychological instructor, do you want? I promise to be more handsome than Lanting!"
"I have no plans to empathize." Shanshan put the milk cup on the table and exaggeratedly hugged Lan Ting, too tired and crooked, publicly embarrassed and loving: "I have Lan Ting is enough, no one else wants it. !"
Tingjun suddenly got up with a bitter cold: "Come on, I won't be a light bulb."
Then he walked over and patted her shoulder vigorously: "Take a good rest, my young master has too much work, and I don't have time to watch you show affection, so I'm gone."
Shanshan got up, went to the door, stood outside the car, and finally said to Tingjun with a face: "Thank you, Brother Tingjun."
Ting Jun almost thought he had auditory hallucinations. Since childhood, he heard Shanshan calling him Ting Jun for the first time. Why was it so unrealistic? He turned his head: "What did you call me just now?"
"What did I call you? The brat?" Shanshan looked around.
Tingjun focused on her forehead: "Brother heard it, take a good rest and let that stinky boy Lan Ting hurt you more."
After speaking, he got into the car, and the car screamed away. He was still laughing while sitting in the car. She suddenly called him Brother Tingjun, which made him very touched and wanted to do something for her, but he could do it. Lan Ting must have been able to do it for her early. He didn't need to show anything. After thinking about it, he threw Shanshan out of the sky, and went to work on his own affairs.
The hospital called. Although the two gunmen were seriously injured, both were out of danger.
Shanshan wanted to go to the hospital to see Chu Rong, but Lan Ting did not agree. The lawyer in charge of the case came over and wanted to talk to Shanshan about the case.
This matter is both troublesome and troublesome, and it is neither troublesome nor troublesome. The key is that the police reported by others, she did excessively defend herself. On the face of it, she must think of a more reasonable way to avoid criminal punishment.
Lan Ting has only one request for the lawyer: "This matter can only be defined as worrying about reasonable self-defense. If self-defense is excessive, what do I ask you to do?"
"Master Lan, you can rest assured that Mr. Leng has been able to explain it. I know how to deal with this, but it may take a while. There is a seriously injured parent who has already made trouble in the hospital, saying that Miss Shanshan is deliberately killing someone and is determined to make trouble. !"
[There are two texts that have been replaced before. Readers who cannot see the replacement content can delete the book from the bookshelf (delete it along with the local buffer), and then re-add it to the bookshelf to see the new content. Sorry, I didn’t pay attention last night and made a mistake.]
(End of this chapter)