On the playground, Murong Cheng sweated like rain, and simply took off his coat. He wore a dark vest underneath, showing strong and strong arms, standing tall and tall among children.
The children ran past him and rushed towards the cafeteria.
A five or six-year-old girl accidentally fell and fell behind. Murong Cheng picked her up and took another younger child to the cafeteria together.
In the golden sunset, the backs of the three of them blended together, warm and moving, and Murong Cheng's face was already blurred. Somehow, Mu Zi felt that he was more handsome and determined than usual, and he was extraordinary heroic.
Mu Zi took out his phone and took a picture, thinking: really handsome.
...
When the children ate, Mu Zi and Murong Cheng left the orphanage.
On the way back, Mu Zi showed Murong Cheng the photos he had taken. Murong Cheng nodded: "It was a good shot."
After changing hands, I sent it to Wang Zhan.
Mu Zi was stunned, "Why send it to him?"
"Your dad said that doing it by yourself is the best policy, and faceless charity is not sincere in the eyes of the public." Murong Cheng lazily said, "I asked Wang Zhan to post it on the news website."
Mu Zi was dumb for a while.
What a warm and beautiful thing, he just became tacky by his few words.
However, the tacky Murong Cheng was also cute, and Mu Zi couldn't help but cocked his mouth.
Murong Cheng sent the photo and returned the phone to Mu Zi, "I can accompany you here at the orphanage. There is not too much homework in the school. Now there is only the case of your classmate. How did you plan?"
Mu Zi was startled slightly, "What's your plan?"
Murong Cheng frowned and raised his hand to pinch Mu Zi's chin: "Aren't you going to hand over to another lawyer? Zi Zi, you are pregnant with my child, and you run around for other men every day. Isn't that inappropriate? ?"
Mu Zi chuckled and slapped his hand away, "That's not another man, that's my classmate. The trial days have already been queued. Changing lawyers temporarily will arouse the judge's disgust."
After she finished speaking, she sighed slightly: "Moreover, Zhai Nan's case is very tricky...I don't worry about it being handed over to someone else."
The most critical aspect of Zhai Nan's case is that the victim personally identified him.
If the police cannot find other suspects before the trial date, Mu Zi can only hope that he can relax the testimony of the other party during the cross-examination. There is no other way.
"Don't worry, I won't run around." Mu Zi held Murong Cheng's face and kissed him, softly coaxing him, "I'm just going to court, I can't get tired."
Murong Cheng frowned slightly and looked at her: "Zizi, the lawsuit with the gangsters is not easy to fight."
Mu Zi was silent for a while.
She understood what Murong Cheng meant.
It's not that it's not technically bad, it's that it's not that she will lose the lawsuit, it's that she's worried that Mu Zi's reputation will be damaged.
Because in the court, Mu Zi will inevitably question the victim, and in the course of the questioning, the crime process will inevitably be mentioned, and even more detailed questions will be asked.
When the victim had gone through hardships and finally plucked up the courage to stand in court to accuse the prisoner, he was questioned, suppressed, and even verbally tortured by the opposing lawyer, as if an unhealed scar was once again torn apart bloody.
This practice of the lawyer is undoubtedly a "second rape" of the victim.
It is also disgusting behavior.
But if Mu Zi avoids key questions, or abandons inquiries, it is tantamount to giving up the entire lawsuit.
In that case, how should Zhai Nan defend his grievance?
Mu Zi sighed softly: "I have to think of a way. It will be easier if I can find a personality witness..."