Chapter 972： Advance

It's embarrassing.

Occupational disease is causing trouble. As soon as Mu Zi heard about the case, his brain cells became active uncontrollably.

Mu Zisan smiled and said, "Well, you have to fly back to Qingjiang tomorrow, or rest early today?"

Zhuang Jia said with a sad face: "It's time to rest earlier. If I listen to it, I have to have nightmares."

"Maybe you will dream of grilling big catfish." Jiang Ci joked.

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

Everyone talked and laughed for a while, and finally broke up 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 that Jiang Ci was stopped by Yu Yang. The two of them spoke in a low voice, and then went to Yu Yang's room together.

"Why is Officer Jiang going to Yu Yang's room?" He couldn't help asking Zhuang Jia next to him.

Zhuang Jia shrugged: "How do I know that maybe someone has a job to talk about. They are all judicial workers, and they must have common topics."

After that, she probably remembered that Yu Yang and Jiang Ci had done a big catfish case together, and she had some signs of goosebumps on her body, and she rubbed her shaggy arms and turned away.

Gu Yan felt bored and couldn't tell what he felt, so he went back to his room.

...

At night, Wan Lai was silent, and only insects sang outside the window.

Mu Zi quietly nestled in Murong Cheng's arms, becoming sleepy.

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

Murong Cheng whispered: "Did you consider becoming a lawyer when you graduate in the future?"

"Lawyer?" Mu Zi was a little sober, looking up at him, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Murong Cheng sighed softly, hugged her in his arms, and pressed her lips to 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, "The work intensity is high, the pressure is high, and the people who deal with every day are either the relatives of the victims in grief and anger, or the murderous and violent criminals."

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

Mu Zi was silent.

She is not disgusted with the job of a lawyer, but what she wants to do has always been a prosecutor.

The sense of accomplishment of these two jobs is completely different: one exonerates innocent people, and the other convicts evil people.

Of course, when it comes to danger, the prosecutor must be higher. This is why every prosecutor has to learn shooting and fighting skills. Even if he can't do both civil and military skills, he must at least have the ability to defend himself and himself when facing criminals.

"Helping the innocent is as important as punishing criminals. Whether to choose a lawyer or a prosecutor... I will think about it again." Mu Zi smiled and kissed Murong Cheng's lips. "Maybe I will change my mind when I graduate. , Maybe being a judge..."

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

No matter, there are still two years to graduate. It is important to find a way to sow seeds in her belly.

When the time comes to drag a child, she may take the initiative to stay away from danger without his persuasion.

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

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

"I know." Murong Cheng's hand slipped into her pajamas, slowly rubbing her skin, her skin was smooth, as delicate as fat. He took off her pajamas and whispered in a low voice, "I will go to the Presidential Palace for a whole day tomorrow. Advance for tomorrow first."

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