Chapter 972 Advance Payment

It's embarrassing.

Occupational disease caused trouble, and when Mu Zi heard about the case, her brain cells became active uncontrollably.

Mu Zi sneered and said, "Okay, you guys have to fly back to Qingjiang tomorrow, why don't you go to bed early today?"

Zhuang Jia said with a mournful face: "It's time to rest early, if you listen to it any more, I will definitely have a nightmare."

"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 the scene was over, and they went back to their rooms to rest.

The family has plenty of guest rooms, Zhuang Jia and Jiang Zhinuan sleep in the same room, and everyone else has their own room.

When Gu Yan returned to his room, he saw Yu Yang calling Jiang Ci to stop, the two talked in a low voice, and then went to Yu Yang's room together.

"Why did Officer Jiang go to Yu Yang's room?" He couldn't help asking Zhuang Jia beside him.

Zhuang Jia shrugged: "How do I know? Maybe they have jobs to talk about. They are all judicial workers, so they must have something in common."

After finishing speaking, she probably remembered that Yu Yang and Jiang Ci had handled the big catfish case together, and she felt a little goose bumps on her body, rubbed her cold arms and turned away.

Gu Yan felt stuffy in his heart and couldn't tell what he was feeling, so he also went back to his room.

...

At night, everything is silent, only the sound of insects outside the window.

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

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

Murong Cheng whispered: "When you graduate in the future, have you considered becoming a lawyer?"

"Lawyer?" Mu Zi woke up a little bit, looked up at him, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Murong Cheng sighed softly, hugged her into his arms, and pressed his lips to her forehead, "You seem to want to be a prosecutor wholeheartedly."

"Is the prosecutor okay?" Mu Zi asked.

"How is the prosecutor?" Murong Cheng asked her back. "The work is intense and stressful. The people you deal with every day are either the sad and angry relatives of the victims, or the murderous and violent criminals."

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

Mu Zi was silent.

She doesn't dislike 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 very different: one exonerates the innocent, and the other convicts the wicked.

Of course, in terms of danger, the prosecutor must be better. This is why every prosecutor must learn shooting and fighting skills. Even if he cannot be both civil and military, he must at least have the ability to defend himself when facing criminals.

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

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

Forget it, there are still two years to graduate, so it's important to find a way to sow a seed in her stomach first.

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

Thinking of this, Murong Cheng turned over and pressed her under him, kissed her snowy neck, and fell down to her collarbone leisurely.

Mu Zi completely woke up from his doze, and half-pushed: "It's just noon..."

"I know." Murong Cheng slid his hand into her pajamas, and slowly rubbed her skin. The skin was soft and delicate like cream. He took off her pajamas and whispered, "I'm going to the presidential palace for a whole day tomorrow. Advance payment for tomorrow."

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