Two days later, Yan Zheng moved into the apartment, along with Da Rongrong.

In the evening, Yan Zheng went to the supermarket to buy ingredients after work, as Meng Chaoge said, while moving in, he also had to contract the owner's three meals.

Fang Miao had been with Da Rongrong all day long, and when Yan Zheng came back, Da Rongrong was the first to run to his feet and rub it, with a coquettish meow.

"It's a bit late today, so I'm going to cook. He bypassed Da Rongrong's fat body, consciously washed his hands and went into the kitchen to get busy.

Fang Miao was at a loss, and quietly followed: "Is there anything you need my help with?"

At this time, Yan Zheng was washing vegetables, and when he heard the afterglow of Yan's eyes, he glanced at her and politely refused: "I can do it alone, you just wait." ”

In fact, I was afraid that she would not help.

Fang Miao scratched her head in embarrassment, pouted and walked outside, and saw Da Rongrong lying on the edge of the sofa squinting at her slightly, somehow, she subconsciously understood that the cat was laughing at her......

The advantage of having a chef at home is that you can eat delicious home-cooked food.

"You're a great cook, you can be a chef. Fang Miao buried her head in eating, and felt that she seemed to have left someone out in the cold, so she gave a thumbs up and praised.

Yan Zheng smiled, if he was going to be a chef with his current cooking skills, he would probably be fired, and only people like her who were "not very good" at cooking would feel very remarkable.

"By the way, I've seen a lot of books on emergency surgery in your study before, do you like this line of work very much?" Although she has never liked to inquire about other people's privacy, it is too embarrassing to have no topic, so she asked as soon as her mind was hot.

Talking about this, Yan Zheng's eyes swelled with thousands of emotions, and he responded seemingly the same: "It's just interested." ”

Observing words and emotions in life has never been Fang Miao's strong point, after Yan Zheng answered, she puffed out her mouth with a "hmm" sound, and continued to pull the rice in the bowl, not noticing that something was wrong.

The next day was Saturday, but the two of them didn't sleep lazy, because today was Baiyang's funeral, and Yan Zheng went with him.

The hall was crowded with people coming in and out, it had rained not long ago, and the heat was still unstoppable today, and the summer heat seemed to have accumulated for a long time, and it was almost impossible to breathe on this day.

On the way into the hall of the underworld, wreaths were piled up on both sides, and there were white chrysanthemums at a glance, Bai Huiwen was busy greeting people who came to pay tribute at the door, Fang Miao looked at her from a distance, her steps were as heavy as lead, compared to the last time she was in a hurry in the hospital, Bai Huiwen's face was even more haggard, and her eye sockets were deeply sunken, it was hard to imagine how she survived this time......

"Let's go over. Yan Zheng beside him patted her on the shoulder and gave her a trace of strength.

Fang Miao looked up at the sky, holding back the tears that poured into her eyes, she turned her head towards Yan Zheng and tried to tear the corners of her lips, and then took a step towards Bai Huiwen.

There were a lot of people coming and going, and when Bai Huiwen saw her, a light flashed in her eyes, like hope and despair.

"There's still a long way to go, and you have to mourn. Fang Miao sent Bai Ju, and her tone trembled slightly.

Bai Huiwen smiled very reluctantly, the strength on her face covered all her emotions, she bowed to her, extremely sincere: "Please Lawyer Fang, as the mother of this child, I want him to leave innocently." ”

Fang Miao injured one hand, and hurriedly stretched out her right hand to help her up, solemnly promised: "I have applied to the court to continue the trial of the case, and I will definitely defend Bai Yang to the end." ”

The lawyer must be responsible for every word she says, and beyond that, she can't promise more, and to this day, the case has had several twists and turns, and all she can do is do her best!

After saying goodbye to Bai Huiwen, Fang Miao and Yan Zheng left together, and they couldn't help but hear some whispers on the way.

"This kid is so pitiful, he left in his twenties......"

"Yes, I heard that there is still a lawsuit on my back, it seems that if the defendant dies, the case will be closed legally......"

Fang Miao frowned, her heart was about to crack, and Yan Zheng on her side protected her and kept saying "borrow, borrow", it took a long time to get out of the congested crowd, the heat on her body surged into her brain, her ears roared, and she couldn't hear anything clearly.

Just as she was about to leave the funeral scene completely, Fang Miao suddenly stopped, a figure flashed in front of her vague eyes, and the next moment she rushed over like crazy, bumping into the people who came to pay respects, the scattered white chrysanthemums under her feet were startled and fell, but her heart couldn't hang high, and Yan Zheng behind her caught up for some reason.

Fang Miao chased after a target, her speed was extremely fast, she turned a corner, and saw the figure behind a wall, she stopped and let out a hysterical roar: "What else do you have to escape, he is dead!"

Hearing this, the figure of the person in front of him who was wearing a peaked cap and trying to escape in vain was stunned, stopped in place, and lowered his head a little.

At this time, Yan Zheng also followed, glanced at Fang Miao, who was emotionally unstable, and looked up to see the familiar back.

Knowing why she was so excited, Yan Zheng's heart tightened, and he proposed, "Find a place to talk." ”

The people in front did not choose to escape, Fang Miao did not object, and ten minutes later, the three of them went to the nearest Starbucks and sat down.

"You should understand that I have many ways to get you to tell the truth. Fang Miao regained the concentration and coldness of her work, and her dangerous gaze locked on Zhou Yan.

"Don't you know that I passed a professional polygraph test!" Zhou Yan sneered lightly, and her tone was contemptuous.

"Then your heart is really made of stone, no, people like you don't have a heart at all!"

"Whatever you say, I just can't figure it out, Poplar committed suicide in fear of sin, you inconsequential people, is it necessary to waste energy on this matter?"

Fang Miao's eyes were full of anger, and he gritted his teeth: "Suicide in fear of sin?" He left a confession book, do you want to know what is inside?"

Zhou Yan forced his composure: "Why should I know?"

"Are you really so calm?" Fang Miao's emotions began to be uncontrollable, "I've thought about making the video public, but I can't force you with such an extreme method, because I pity you." What about you, you went to see Poplar that day, and with your sinful mouth, you forced him to death!"

"I didn't!" Zhou Yan retorted sharply, "It's that he can't survive anymore." ”

"Heh, he's just your scapegoat. Fang Miao sneered, and lowered her voice in the second half of the sentence, "The real murderer is you!"

"Do you have conclusive evidence to dare to slander me like this?" Zhou Yan was annoyed and embarrassed under a series of pressures.

"Even if he has paid with his life for this, are you still unwilling to take your responsibility?" This time it was Yan Zheng who spoke, and his tone was extremely cold, which was not commensurate with his usual gentleness.

Since the last incident at the psychological counseling center, Zhou Yan has been hiding from this different doctor, but in fact, she is avoiding her messy heart, but she didn't expect that she would meet today.

Zhou Yan lowered her head, her hands intertwined and rubbed, revealing uneasiness in her demeanor.

"It's your business to wash the poplars, I, have nothing to do with this matter, and please don't come to harass me again!" she grabbed her handbag and quickly left.

Fang Miao was unwilling to chase out, as soon as she stood up, there was a sharp pain in her head, she barely stood firm on the table, but she couldn't resist the invasion of pain.

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Zheng stood beside her, there were many people here, and he wanted to help her leave, but it was not possible at all.

The headache attack was sudden, and according to the previous precursor to a split personality, Fang Miao pressed his temple with his right hand, and his brain was buzzing, as if something was pulling out of his brain, and something was impacting the cerebral cortex extremely strongly.

She snorted, shook off Yan Zheng, and hit the table in front of her with an unbalanced body, and the coffee cup on the table fell to the ground in response, and the loud sound attracted the attention of the other guests.

Many people thought it was sheep epilepsy and were anxious to call the emergency number, even if Yan Zheng stopped the behavior of those people, it was the first time he saw her have a seizure, and he couldn't mess up while being nervous.

"Fang Miao, listen to me, don't think about anything now, calm down, look into my eyes......" Yan Zheng stiffened her body, looked at each other, and he began to suggestive language guidance: "Look at my eyes...... You're starting to get tired...... You can't open your eyes anymore...... Your mind is getting more and more blurry...... You're going to fall asleep...... Go to sleep...... Sleep soundly......"

Fang Miao's head swayed back and forth, her right hand hung down, her body leaned unsteadily against Yan Zheng's chest, her eyelids gradually closed, and she successfully fell asleep.

Yan Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, his shirt was already soaked with hot sweat, and it was tightly stuck to his skin, and he lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms who was no longer making trouble, and his eyebrows slowly expanded.

After compensating for the loss of the store, Yan Zheng took people home.

At the table in the inconspicuous corner of Starbucks, Song Siming was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes deepened, thinking about something.

"If you are sick, you will be cured, you have to go to public places to sell ugliness and disturb people's tranquility......" The middle-aged man opposite turned his head, muttered with a contemptuous face, and said flatteringly in a blink of an eye: "I don't know what happened to Song Jian looking for me?"

Song Siming came back to his senses and smirked: "That's the case, Bai Yang committed suicide in the hospital not long ago, and from a legal perspective, the case should be concluded, but the defendant insisted on making a not-guilty defense and provided evidence, so the trial has to continue." ”

"What do you mean?"

"I want you to testify in court and prove that Poplar has a motive to kill!"

"But ......" The man swallowed, cowering and not daring to take risks.

"Don't worry, I know what is going on between you, and I will teach you how to do it, now it's up to you whether you agree or not. Song Siming glanced at him and issued an invitation step by step: "As soon as Poplar dies, plus people's hearts are soft, public opinion is biased towards his side, which is very unfavorable to our side, if Mr. Liu is willing to appear in court, then the situation will be very different." ”

Speaking of this, he deliberately paused and took out a business card from his briefcase: "Do you know what a win-win situation is?

You must know that Mr. Liu has been working in the society for more than five years, and he is still a small employee in the company, renting a house and crowding the subway is his normal life, plus he doesn't have much ability, but he is jealous, and after a long time, he definitely can't stand this form of life of the people at the bottom.

"Then what does Song Jian want me to do?" Mr. Liu put away the fear just now and was eager to try.

Song Siming laughed slyly, put the business card on the table, pushed it to Mr. Liu's hand, and told the plan.

On the way home, Fang Miao woke up from hypnosis, but fell asleep due to physical and mental exhaustion, until Yan Zheng put her on the bed, she didn't notice it.

In the living room, Yan Zheng touched Da Rongrong's supple hair and fell into thought, today Fang Miao's sudden illness made him realize that her situation was more serious than he imagined, and the emotional fuse was in the case.

She uses ethics to restrain the profession of lawyer, and if something goes wrong, the shackles of the cross will firmly imprison her and lose her self-control, just like today......

She is so persistent in clearing the name of Poplar, not only because of that entrusted relationship, but also because she cares about the truth, and the reason why she cares is not only out of professional instinct, but also by nature.

Whether it is an occupational disease or nature, there is a possibility that she will be completely engulfed in the abyss of morality, maybe she can quit this job, but the price of cure is to make people unstoppable close to the source of the disease, which is tantamount to fighting poison with poison!