Chapter 157

Jiang Ting thought that "tailor-made clothes" in Mother Yan's words meant asking a tailor to come and measure the size. It was not until the next day that he realized that his imagination was limited by poverty. The game that Ms. Zeng Cuicui wanted to play was clearly called Miracle Stop and Tour Jianning.

"Black is not good, black looks thin, and my daughter-in-law is already too thin. But you can make one set, and make a set to wear on the day of the report at the unit, and choose a separate color for the wedding. How about smoky blue?"

A team of police cars whizzed along the highway. Ma Xiang and Gao Panqing were handcuffing the suspects in the back row. Yan Yan was wearing a bulletproof vest with a gun and was sitting on the co-pilot wearing police combat boots. With a Bluetooth headset in the command center, a personal mobile phone in the other ear, and a Despoke sample booklet in her hand, Ms. Zeng Cuicui's indescribably excited voice even overwhelmed the siren.

"Not good, which bride wears blue?" Yan Yan said dissatisfiedly, "What a beautiful white dress, why not make it white?"

"Stop and refuse to wear white! You have to respect your partner's opinion! Hey, look at this brown one, too, it's so British, let's make it a winter suit!"

"Old-fashioned!" Yan Yan sneered, "I don't care, he just wants to wear white!"

Mother Yan asked coldly, "Then you tell the stop yourself?"

Yan Yan immediately closed her mouth, humming and pretending not to hear anything.

"You little sand sculpture, don't be so stubborn. Even if Team Jiang wears a white man, he won't mistake him for a wedding dress. Who would have two more stars on his shoulders than you." Yan's mother gloated: "Oh, it's not my mother. Speaking of you, it is fortunate that there are few wedding guests invited, if you invite more outsiders, there may be a number of uninformed people who think your kid has been unspoken..."

"Why does your son look like he can be used by unspoken rules!" Yan Yan couldn't help laughing and crying: "No, I just want a white dress for my wedding, not to mention the escort, let it go!"

"Why can't you be subverted by the rules? If you stop and stay on the job, whoever of you two is in the dark is really maybe..."

Yan Yan hurriedly hung up the phone, and Ms. Zeng Cuicui stopped talking.

"..." The criminal suspect in the back seat with the golden chain and flower arms and covered with scars couldn't hide his grief and anger. He said in his heart that he had just been caught, and he didn't have time to fight wits and courage with the damned spy before he opened his mouth. Come again. Eighteen years later, he was a hero again, and he was caught off guard by the wedding arrangements for a long time, and the head of the scorpion didn't even look at him, and he was only thinking about the color of his clothes!

"...Hey, I said," the big brother endured and endured, finally couldn't help it, turned his head and said to Gao Panqing: "I'm a ruthless guy on the national wanted list anyway, your captain is too disrespectful Me?!"

Gao Panqing looked at Yan Yan's face in the front row, and stepped on him hurriedly: "Shut up!"

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"Xing Xing Xing, there must be something white at the wedding." Jiang Ting sat behind Wei Deputy Bureau's large desk, his slender legs folded, and while he was absent-mindedly dealing with it, he quickly drew with a pen on the map. After a red circle, he stuffed the map to Huang Xing, who was listening with his ears on the side, and whispered: "The surrounding radiation is three kilometers. All the edges of the manhole covers should undergo a serum chlorine penetration test." Listen to you, you are the head of the family...I won't go home for dinner at night, don't forget to take your clothes out of the washing machine and send them to the dryer when you get home from get off work, do you hear me?"

Huang Xing shoved the map to Ma Xiang, who was listening with his ears pricked up behind him, only to hear the dissatisfied shout of the head of the family from the other end of the phone: "Why did the Wei Bureau ask you to do white labor again? bullying, right?"

Huang Xing: "Pfft—"

Wei Ju, who was snuggling up in the big swivel chair and smoking a cigarette, immediately jumped up, as nimble as a carp, and he was about to scold, "I will soften your sister..."

Jiang Ting hurriedly interrupted: "It's alright, alright, you can eat by yourself, and hang up while you're in the meeting." He hung up the phone before Deputy Bureau Wei roared.

The "weak and helpless" Jiang Ting coughed, calmly under the stare of Deputy Director Wei, and asked, "Is there anything else I can help? Hurry up, no need to pay, let me go home after ten o'clock at night Just fine."

There was silence all around.

Deputy Director Wei was full of grievances, and Huang Xing and Ma Xiang's eyes flashed with the people's desire for gossip.

"..." Jiang Ting looked around: "Why?"

The masses of the people stared brightly.

"Don't be like this." Jiang Ting finally couldn't stand the weird silence, and he put his hand on his forehead and said, "Fortunately your family won't be like Yan Yan... What, I'm just protecting my own physical and mental health. ."

Everyone suddenly realized, and they all felt that they understood something in an instant.

Deputy Director Wei thought: "It must be Yan Xun's bad temper. The two quarreled when they got home. Hey! I just said that the two men are not harmonious together. See what I said is right!"

What Huang Xing thought was: "I didn't expect Yan Yan to love Cha Gang as much as my wife? Sure enough, the more strict the control, the more rebellious, my wife's hair was all quarreled by my wife, and finally someone understands me!"

Only Ma Xiang, a senior fan of Harem Manga, showed an innocent smile. He said in his heart that it seems that Brother Yan is really fierce, and Team Jiang can't stand it, so he would rather stay in the office and work overtime. Hey, Brother Yan, you really deserve to be a role model for our male compatriots...

Jiang Ting opened the second dossier and began to read the site inspection notes carefully, and at the same time heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. As long as I can go home after ten o'clock, it's almost time to go to bed after washing up, I don't need to listen to Yan Xun, a patient with severe anxiety disorder before marriage, who keeps on indiscriminately large-scale mental attacks while eating: "Hey Jiang Ting, Jiang Ting, you Are you there? Jiang Ting, are you listening? Are the flowers at the wedding ceremony pink or red? Isn’t pink and white very warm? But isn’t red more auspicious? Are you listening, Jiang Ting? Fenbai or big red? Isn’t big red very auspicious? But pink and white is also very warm? Jiang Ting, do you want us to toss a coin? Are you there, Jiang Ting? Are you listening, Jiang Ting?…”

"Use pink and white," Ms. Zeng Cuicui said decisively, "don't listen to my son, he made himself a prop sword when he was thirteen years old, imitating the golden saint, and he had to use bright purple, bright red, and emerald green foil. Wrap the sword body, saying that this is the coolest and most beautiful. Last year, on his cousin's eighteenth birthday, he ordered a cuckoo red and tawny crepe puff skirt for the little girl as a coming-of-age gift, and the cousin still hasn't forgiven him. My son has been a mystery since he was a child, and you will be taken into the ditch by him."

Jiang Ting said, "I understand, I will listen to you, and I have no opinion on the rest."

Ms. Zeng Cuicui was overjoyed and hung up the phone.

Yan Yan's pre-marital anxiety has become so serious that he is different from usual. He is simply paying attention to every detail of his wedding with the attitude of handling major and important cases. Before going to work one morning, Jiang Ting was making egg toast in a rare leisurely manner, when suddenly Yan Yan rushed out of the bathroom shirtless, with only a bath towel around his body, and a tong-like hand grabbed his shoulder: "Jiang Ting—"

Jiang Ting immediately pushed him back with both hands: "No, I can't take it anymore! Go away!"

"Oh, Team Jiang, what are you thinking about in the daytime? Let's have a good chat tonight." Yan Xun opened a statistical chart and said sternly, "Look at this."

The A4 white paper was filled with dense data and statistical charts. Jiang Ting glanced at it casually, then narrowed his eyes cautiously and stared down: "...you stay away from me."

Yan Yan didn't move any part of him far away, holding the statistical chart and said solemnly: "You don't know what it is?"

Jiang Ting stared at the bath towel tent: "No, I'm very familiar with it."

"This is a statistical table of weather, humidity, temperature, wind speed and other data on the island where we held our wedding every early August for the past 20 years. It shows that there have been showers in ten years, heavy rain in two years, and rain in one year. A tsunami warning!" If Yan Yan was a big wolf dog, and now his back neck hair has been blown up and erected: "Excuse me, if we hold a wedding on this island as planned, what are the chances of it raining on the spot?! "

Jiang Ting: "..."

"Sixty percent!" Yan Yan was heartbroken and said, "The only wedding in my life has a sixty percent chance of rain!"

Jiang Ting sighed while holding his forehead: "If it rains, we should hide indoors."

"No—OK!" Yan Yan said firmly, "This is one of the most important moments in my life. I must not allow the slightest flaw, not even a little mud on the soles of the old fox's shoes!"

At the same time, at Lu Ju's house, Lu Ju, who was stealing the braised pork with a sullen stomach, suddenly had an itchy nose and sneezed fiercely. His wife, who turned back to Misheng, grabbed him on the spot, and hit him with chopsticks, making him jump over his hands. stand up.

"I'm going to change venues!" Yan Yan was naked, wrapped in a bath towel, and announced in Jiang Ting's unbearable gaze, "We're not going to that island, I'm going to report again, apply for visas, refund deposits, and hold weddings, all over the world. I will change to a city that has been sunny and sunny for 20 years within the range to hold my grand wedding!"

Jiang Ting asked, "...You are going to take me to Africa to get married, right?"

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Yan Yan, a man who has all his lucky points in his life on reincarnation, the only heir to the richest family in S province (former), and a proud son born with a 100-carat diamond spoon—proved with practical actions that there is Money is what you can do.

Although Yan’s father and Yan’s mother have already bought swimsuits for middle-aged and elderly couples, Bureau Lv has already made a report on the application for a visa with the Ministry of Public Security, and Deputy Bureau Wei has even packed all the utensils for sea fishing and stuffed them into the suitcase; Before the 60 in 10 chance of rain (showers), everyone must make way for Yan Yan, who has severe premarital anxiety.

"It should not be too hot, not too cold, the sun should be sufficient, the air should be fresh, the sky should only be photographed with blue tiles, and there must be famous tourist attractions around the city for everyone to visit; the local economy must be developed, the folk customs must be simple, and at the same time We must be very civilized, and we must not be watched as monkeys, otherwise Team Jiang will be so thin-skinned that he will become angry, and he will divorce me coquettishly. I have no other requirements. I am a very casual person. Whether the dipping sauce for the second salad is sour or sweet, I will tell you after I taste it carefully. Team Jiang is too squeamish, and it is not good for him if it is too sour or too sweet."

Jiang Ting sat on the sofa, expressing numbness to the black pots on top of his head, and devoted himself to reading Lu Ju's latest book - "Steps and Evidence Collection Points for Extracting Human Blood from Mosquitoes for STR Testing" (signed version).

The group secretary swallowed her anger for her job: "Okay young master, is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"

"I'm really nothing, I'm very casual." Yan Yan said seriously, "Oh, by the way, the security of the city where the wedding is held must be good, and the murder detection rate in the past 20 years must reach more than 95%, otherwise Team Jiang will suffer from occupational diseases. , may sneak out from the wedding scene to help the local police look at the file."

The secretary glanced at Jiang Ting secretly. Judging from her eyes mixed with doubt, inquiry and regret, Jiang Ting knew that her mental activity should be: This person is young and has no problem with his brain, right?

"That's right, it's me." Jiang Ting turned a page of the book and said with a blank face, "It is said that I once asked for two strings of red peppers to be hung at the gate of the wedding to show the favor of the pepper house that I will receive in the future."

Yan Yan slapped his thigh—Jiang Ting's thigh: "Yes, add this one!"

"..." Miss Secretary made a big notes in the wedding notice of Shaodong, who was in accordance with a large article, and said seriously: "Mr. Yan, I have a suggestion, I don't know if it is improper."

"Let's talk."

The secretary asked sincerely: "Do you really don't consider going to South Africa to go to South Africa?"