Chapter 17 He Doesn’t Eat Coriander
With Deputy Chen and Section Chief Chen suspended from duty, the morning's work came to an end.
The others went to the Public Security Bureau canteen to eat first.
Only Lin Zhizhou, Shen Tinglan and Secretary Chen came out of the conference room.
The cafeteria is opposite the administrative building, so if you want to eat you naturally have to pass by the entrance of the Public Security Bureau.
As soon as he reached the door, Shen Tinglan took a breath, his eyes fell on the place where he picked flowers yesterday, in disbelief.
Now, her rarely clear mind became confused again.
Suddenly.
He ran over in a hurry and walked around the place where Huang Guolan was. There was not even a dead branch or willow branch, as if it had never existed here at all.
So what did she pick yesterday?
As she thought, she picked up the small bag, opened it, and slapped her forehead. Yes, she threw the yellow orchid she picked yesterday into the trash can this morning.
Now there is no physical evidence.
Seeing that she was in a panic, Lin Zhizhou signaled Secretary Chen to go eat first.
As soon as Secretary Chen left, Shen Tinglan remembered that Lin Zhizhou had also stayed here yesterday to confirm.
She hurried back, pulled his sleeve and walked to where he was yesterday, suppressing her panic: "Here? You know, the one with the yellow orchid tree yesterday? Right?"
After saying that, she looked forward to his answer.
Seeing her frightened look, the man had an idea and wanted to tease her. He said uncertainly, "I don't know. I didn't notice."
Shen Tinglan was even more panicked, her heart beating fast. She stared at the two empty spaces and muttered to herself, "How could I not notice it? It's clearly there." She reflexively jumped two steps away, increasing the distance between her and Lin Zhizhou.
With sweat on his forehead, he looked at Lin Zhizhou with a trembling heart and asked him, "Who are you?"
Lin Zhizhou: ...
Lin Zhizhou went forward to pull her, but she stepped back and caught a glimpse of a policeman walking towards her from the side.
In a flash.
Chen Tinglan caught up with the police officer and asked, "You know, there are two yellow orchid trees at the gate, one on each side, right?"
The policeman was so frightened by the sudden appearance of the person that his food bowl fell to the ground with a loud bang.
Still in shock.
Then he remembered that this was the police station, so what was there to be afraid of? He hurriedly straightened his appearance and answered the delicate woman in front of him.
He explained earnestly, "Yes, there were two, but the higher-ups said they were bad feng shui, so they were cut down."
call.
Hearing the answer he wanted to hear, Shen Tinglan's heart finally settled down and he thanked the police.
Pat your chest.
I must have read too many novels, and I thought something bizarre had happened to me and I had traveled to a parallel world.
Looking at the empty police station on both sides.
She complained, superstitious, superstitious.
Several people were caught, and the blame was placed on the two trees at the door.
It really is like, 'If there is no shit in the nest, it's strange that the grass is wet.'
In the 21st century, we should believe in science, but the end of science is metaphysics.
Lin Zhizhou had his back to her, his hands covering his mouth, the corners of his mouth curled up so much that he couldn't suppress it.
Chen Tinglan was speechless and choked.
So embarrassing.
Depressed.
"Let's go and eat."
The man interrupted her.
There was a steady sound of footsteps mixed with the sound of jogging heels.
Going further and further away.
When they arrived at the cafeteria, Secretary Chen had already prepared the meal. When he saw the two men come in, he still had a mouthful of food in his mouth.
He waved to them: "Boss, here."
The two sat down, each with a tray at the table. Shen Tinglan glanced at Lin Zhizhou's plate unintentionally.
Braised carrots, topped with cilantro, her eyebrows furrowed: "He doesn't eat cilantro."
Well
Secretary Chen: ???
How do you know the boss doesn't like coriander? You must have had an in-depth discussion.
He wandered back and forth with a malicious grin on his face.
"Fuck", this damn muscle memory almost caused plasmolysis.
She cleared her throat, tried to control her expression, and smiled: "What I want to say is that you are from Kyoto, and you may not be used to some Sichuan specialties."
Secretary Chen shook his head and denied it: "No, I think it's delicious. I even added more cilantro for the old man."
Staring at the cilantro on Lin Zhizhou's plate, he said reluctantly, "Since the boss doesn't like it, I'll eat it all."
As he spoke, he started to work, and did not forget to turn around and say to Shen Tinglan: "Then please ask Comrade Shen to print another copy for the boss."
Turning to Lin Zhizhou, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Boss, is my performance okay?"
The man ignored her, crossed his arms, and just stared at her without blinking, with expectation in his eyes.
well,
What is going on?
The food in my mouth no longer smelled good, and my scalp was tight. "What do you like to eat, Team Leader Lin? I'll go get it."
"Together."
Neuropathy.
Can't you go by yourself? You have to share a meal with two people.
After all, he is the big leader.
I couldn't escape it at school, and I can't run away now.
She is like Sun Wukong, who can never escape from the palm of Buddha's hand.
Shen Tinglan suppressed his negative emotions.
Perform self-hypnosis, 'Work makes me happy, I love work, and work loves me.'
A moment.
Well, that's good. She loves her work now.
She walked in front, and the tall and straight figure of the man followed closely behind her.
The willow-like waist took a few steps, but did not reach the deepest part of the soul.
His gaze gradually deepened as she moved with her steps.
It was almost time to finish the work in the cafeteria, and the tiled floor had been hastily mopped, making it a bit slippery.
Although Shen Tinglan was very careful and attentive, he took small and steady steps.
Probably since meeting Lin Zhizhou, he has become very unlucky.
As expected, she slipped.
"Ah..." A loud voice resounded through the sky.
In this second, Shen Tinglan thought a lot, and finally stopped at what kind of falling posture would be more graceful?
If I choose a beauty lying on her side, will she be exposed?
The last thing on my mind was that I must not fall flat on my face in front of Lin Zhizhou.
It is unsightly and extremely disgraceful.
A second later, just before landing, he closed his eyes.
Her waist was firmly held by the man's arms behind her. Under the fabric, his muscles were tense and bulging, and he exhaled hot breaths.
She could imagine the protruding blue veins on her arms intertwined with the hard, bulging muscles.
interesting.
Wow, you must have practiced a lot.
Looking up, I saw his gray shirt with its collar buttoned tightly, looking restrained and noble.
Looking up, his round Adam's apple rolled with his voice.
The voice was low and magnetic: "Are you okay?"
The frequency of the chest's rise and fall entangled with her shallow breathing, and Shen Tinglan accidentally caused her adrenaline to surge.
Even if he caught it——
With a "clang" sound.
--OK.
The silver tray flew out of his hand when he fell and fell from a low altitude.
It landed steadily on Lin Zhizhou's brow, but encountered resistance and drifted sideways onto the white brick floor.
"Bang...bang...bang."
It's over again,
Blood pressure spike warning.
The sound of noisy footsteps and chattering came one after another.
A circle formed around the two of them.
The warmth in the lower back never left, and as more people came, the temperature in the center of the circle became stuffy.
Shen Tinglan firmly placed her feet and reached out to push his arm. His arm was so strong that her hand could only form an arc when placed on it. She also reached out with her left hand and exerted force together.
The burning sensation disappears.
A palm print can be vaguely seen on the back waist of the white shirt, just two centimeters away from covering the entire waist.
The man told everyone that he was fine, but his eyes never left the woman.
Small waist beauty.
But there was a wound on his eyebrow arch. It was not a big wound, but it was bleeding. Someone hurriedly took a tissue to stop the bleeding.
The scene was chaotic, and Shen Tinglan was squeezed to the periphery. She turned sideways and stared at Lin Zhizhou, who was surrounded by a group of people. There was guilt, regret, and tears in her eyes.
At this moment, I experienced firsthand what the gap is.
He is the center of power, a position many officials may not be able to reach even if they flatter him, while she is an unknown clerk in a fourth-tier city, a cannon fodder NPC who can be sacrificed at any time.
The man lowered his head slightly and covered his eyebrows with a tissue to stop the bleeding. He raised his eyelids and saw the woman standing outside the crowd, at a loss, with a confused look on her face.
There is guilt, shame, and gloom.
She was about to turn around.
"Chen Tinglan" has a steady, firm and powerful voice.
He shouted, and she paused.
The crowd automatically made way for a passage.
Secretary Chen was holding his bowl and eating melon outside.
He understood that the boss was using the "torture strategy" from the Thirty-Six Stratagems.
His eyelids flickered and his body moved.
The man took a long step and came in front of her.
"What? You want to leave just because you hurt me?" His tone was full of suggestion.
Shen Tinglan was already filled with shame and remorse for causing him to be injured, and when he saw the paper pressed against his eyebrow, which was soaked with blood, he became even more worried.
With panic in her eyes, her lips tightly pursed, she said in a dry and uneasy voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I'll take you to the hospital."
The people next to me were talking to each other.
"We sent someone to take Team Leader Lin to the hospital."
"Comrade Xiao Shen, don't worry."
"I'll go drive now."
"I'm afraid this wound will need stitches if I go to the hospital."
The time was ripe, Secretary Chen was already behind Shen Tinglan, rubbing his hands, and gently tilted him.
"Ouch, I'm so sorry, I didn't stand steadily."
Shen Tinglan exerted force from behind and unconsciously lunged forward, and the man's big hand covered her waist again.
The difference is that this time it’s a belly patch.
Shen Tinglan's mentality collapsed.
Her fingers reflexively supported the man's chest, looking for a fulcrum.
The touch of the fabric makes my fingertips feel tingling and numb.
In just a moment, he retreated.
At this time, Secretary Chen came online to assist.
He said loudly to everyone, "Everyone, go back to work. Comrade Xiao Shen and I will take Team Leader Lin to the hospital."
Everyone looked at each other, and those who had a keen eye had already sensed some clues.
Everyone said a few official words of respect, flattery and concern, and then dispersed.
Relative silence.
Oh, no, the three couples were speechless, forgetting about Secretary Chen, the light bulb.
Secretary Chen, holding the bowl of rice, put the tray on the table next to him.
"Oh, look at me. The inspection team has so much to do this afternoon? Otherwise, Comrade Xiao Shen will have to trouble you."
Shen Tinglan quickly agreed: "Secretary Chen, don't worry, I will definitely live up to your expectations."
Secretary Chen ran away.
The two were left staring at each other.
Her face flushed: "I'll take you to the hospital."
After saying that, he reached out to support him.
Lin Zhizhou seemed to be seriously ill. His tall body swayed slightly as he slowly leaned towards the petite body.
The force around him was getting stronger and stronger. Shen Tinglan was struggling to think whether he had a concussion. He would go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination later.
Focus on checking your brain.
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