Jiang Rong Rong gritted his teeth, and the green tendons on his forehead were raised. She remembered her past life again.

The white-robed priest made frequent mistakes, and even Jiang Shan's memory was not cleared, causing Jiang Shan's memory to occasionally appear in her mind. The personalities of Jiang Shan and Jiang Rongrong in her previous life are very different, which makes every time she remembers her previous life, it feels like she is watching someone else's life.

The male protagonist of the pit ginger velvet is a dog, and the system he gives is also very doggy.

Say what is the precise lightning avoidance dog blood routine, and revise the main plot from time to time, but the result is only a monitoring and reminder function. The most cheating thing is that when you are concerned by the male protagonists of Destiny, you will reduce your health! A perfect interpretation of what it means to put "extraordinary will die"!

For many years, in order to survive, Jiang Rongrong has been working against the main plot and implementing ordinary characters. Under the system's reminder (threat), she pretended to be ugly and forced back the chairman's wife who tried to abduct her as a child daughter-in-law, and called the police to arrest the cold-faced killer who was injured and resting in her backyard; Pick up a check and step on it, and when you encounter evil, you don't let the dog bite; Closed door reading does not ask about the world of flowers, plain face to the sky and unintentionally rolling red dust.

Adhering to the principle of not being a demon and not coming out, not pretending to be a white lotus and not pretending to be a virgin, Jiang Rongrong successfully escaped from the encirclement of many males and vicious female protagonists of the Mandate of Heaven.

Is her success due to the false reminder of the dog system? No, it's her wise strategy and the help of the law.

Coming to the door of the police station, Jiang Rongrong pinched her slightly empty purse, hoping that the law could forgive her, a poor ordinary person.

"Hello, I just called 110. Said I picked up a wallet. ”

As she spoke, she put down a black purse, not to mention its velvety texture and crocodile bones, which were worth a lot of money just by its extremely noble appearance.

The policeman aunt in front of her looked up, Jiang Rongrong smiled at her, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes suddenly became vivid, as smart as water. She wore a dark blue striped shirt, light brown shorts, and a high ponytail neatly today, dressed as a refreshing ordinary student.

Older people love to look at their faces, ginger velvet is cold white skin, round eyes and single eyelids, high nose bridge, and the face is a little colder. The aunt probably added some impression points to her "gold picking", and registered her gently and patiently.

"Did the little girl go to college?"

Jiang Rongrong nodded: "Well, it's right away." Waiting for the admission result. ”

"Congratulations, where did you go to college? Is it local...... Eh, contact information is also required. ”

Jiang Rongrong raised his face and smiled, "Well, I know. ”

Suddenly, the system beep sounded again.

"Ding, Warning: A new character has appeared, and a side plot has been detected."

She quietly and skillfully wrote down a string of numbers, and finally closed the cap of the pen and habitually turned the pen around.

As soon as I raised my eyes, there was a young lady standing next to the police aunt opposite, wearing a black skirt and carrying a classic LV bag, which was an obvious workplace outfit. She glanced at Ginger Velvet delicately, and her delicate eyebrows flashed with contempt.

Sluggish as ginger velvet, they all felt this sudden hostility.

It's really inexplicable, Jiang Rongrong secretly slandered himself. Could it be the famous impostor plot? The heroine is good at collecting money, but she is pretended to be credited by the second woman. Since then, the male protagonist has been impressed by the second female protagonist, and misunderstood the female protagonist, and launched a series of bloody plots of abuse and abuse......

Ginger Velvet pouted secretly. Then you go to that boss, if he asks you where the money goes, don't come to me again.

Thinking of this, Jiang Rongrong turned around and walked out of the police station. Time slipped away imperceptibly, and a red sun fell to the west. She took out her navy blue cap and belted it, and stepped on the smell of barbecue in the night market into the dusk.

The night is silently falling, and the commercial street is full of people, shouting and frolicking to tell the sound of prosperity. Neon lights flicker and dazzle on the colorful buildings.

In the high places, the high-rise buildings are majestic and magnificent, standing in a neat and orderly manner in the bright night.

Jingsheng Group Building, the top floor is lit up like day. Zhao Lin, the special assistant to the president who worked overtime, hung up the front desk phone and thought thoughtfully.

"What's the matter?"

The man's cold voice came, Zhao Lin didn't dare to slack off, walked to the man's side, bowed his head and said respectfully, "Your wallet has been found."

"Oh, is it the police again?" The man leaned over to work on the papers, his voice seemed to be smiling, but there was no wave on his face.

He put down the pen in his hand and stood up. Turning around to face the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights of the city that never sleeps under your feet stretch to the end of the night, and thousands of dollars and powers are bustling in sight. Jing Yunian's expression was bleak, but his calm black eyes contained sharpness, and the sense of oppression that could not be hidden became more and more vigorous.

After all, it's still young.

Zhao Lin is also a young man, younger than Jing Yunian. He laughed, not afraid of this buddy who has played since he was a child.

"It was sent by a young lady who claimed to be Song Miaomiao, saying that there was an invoice from our company, so I came to the front desk to ask if any employees had lost their wallets. The front desk staff knows your stuff and calls to ask. ”

Jing Yunian knew that Zhao Lin behind him was in a hurry to get off work every day, but he just stood quietly and didn't speak.

He is cautious and meticulous, coupled with the fact that food, clothing, housing and transportation are handled by housekeepers and maids, etc., and he has hardly lost anything since he was a child.

But in the past two months, Jing Yunian has lost two top luxury wallets and a Leslaus Phantom car key. The first few times, the police took the initiative to contact them soon, and they lost cash in the bag with cash, and put a note saying "poor ghost" in the bag without cash......

Are the thieves so ignorant now? Doesn't his hand-made top-of-the-line crocodile leather bag look worth the two hundred dollars in cash he puts on him?!

This is not very logical, what really makes Jing Yunian have a headache and can't sleep at night is that since the beginning of June this year, he has always wanted to go out for a walk. For the first time, without an assistant, he walked stupidly in the crowd wearing a luxury suit. Just the places that little girls like to go, bubble tea shops, center streets, playgrounds...... For a few days, I always walked and walked to the college entrance examination room, unconsciously staring at the female high school students coming in and out......

Damn it!!!

Zhao Lin, who was in a daze, raised his head suddenly, he seemed to hear the president pounding the glass just now.

"How old is that Song Miaomiao?"

"Huh?" Zhao Lin hadn't reacted yet.

"I asked you if she was an adult." Jing Yunian suppressed his throat, and his voice was cold and low.

Zhao Lin knew that this was a sign that the president was in an extremely bad mood. He immediately picked up the only remaining professionalism, stood up straight, bowed deeply, and said, "I'll check it out immediately."

Jing Yunian didn't want to lose his temper when he was about to get off work, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let the front desk bring her up."

He wants to meet this woman in person, does she have anything to do with his strange behavior in the past few months?

The front desk lady hung up the phone, immediately changed her face, bowed respectfully, and asked Song Miaomiao to go to the top floor office.

Song Miaomiao snorted softly, stepped on the burgundy hating sky, and got on the president's elevator as she wished. Until the elevator closed the door, she was still enjoying the envious gaze of everyone just now.

The elevator is direct, and when you open the door, you will come to the president's office on the top floor.

As soon as he opened the door, the eyes made the arrogant Song Miaomiao's legs soften. The top floor is extremely empty and can be seen at a glance, and the huge space gives people an invisible sense of oppression. Cumbersome lighting glows coldly, and Greek-inspired sculptures cast dark shadows on the soft carpets.

Song Miaomiao looked at it quietly, all this simple and luxurious style was incompatible with her high imitation......

I'm going to die! She panicked and regretted it. How could a little white-collar worker who eats a dead salary suddenly have such courage?! Fraudulently claimed lost property at the police station, and came to a large group to deliver it to someone. A few days ago, Mr. Jing came to their company to inspect, and she happened to remember his wallet. Coincidentally, when she went to the police station to deliver the key to her cousin, she saw that someone had picked it up, and when she thought of Mr. Jing's demonic face, she was moved with a bad heart......

Ahh She's an old pervert, this time it's a big deal!

"Miss Song."

Song Miaomiao came back to her senses and saw a man in a black striped suit at the desk at the end, smiling at her with coffee.

That waist! That leg! The old critic Song Miaomiao suddenly came back to life with full blood, and stepped on the sky-hating high figure and swayed over.

Jing Yunian looked very polite, "Is it Miss Song who picked up my wallet?" ”

Facing the man with long eyebrows and sideburns in front of him and a bewitching smile, Yangou Song Miaomiao did not regret it at all, but picked up three points of reserve.

She stretched out her slender jade fingers and wrapped a strand of broken hair, tilting her head and smiling. "Yes, I saw that there were bank cards and company invoices inside, and I was afraid that the owner would be in a hurry, so I hurriedly sent it over. I didn't expect it to be Mr. Jing, but it was really fateful. ”

Jing Yunian in front of him sat down, put down his coffee and leaned back, leaned on the leather sofa and smiled, raised his hand and lazily unfastened the cufflinks.

"Yes, there is fate. Although there are only 3,000 yuan in the wallet, I still have to thank Miss Song. ”

Her laughter froze for a moment, and she heard Jing Yunian laugh again. "After all, there are indeed not many good people like Miss Song now."

Song Miaomiao smiled reluctantly, "It's nothing, but I forgot to take it off when my wallet was in my car just now." I have to trouble Mr. Jing to wait. ”

"No, no, it's me who troubles Miss Song." Jing Yunian smiled, "Let my assistant accompany Miss Song to go." ”

Song Miaomiao waved her hand again and again, "No, no, no!" Then he hurried away. How can she go to the bank to withdraw money when someone is together? Damn, she didn't have any money in her wallet when she saw it at the police station!

She forced herself downstairs, ignoring the inquiring eyes of the front desk lady and rushed out.

After a while, Song Miaomiao, who had taken the money, hurried back, and there were bursts of sirens around her.

Before she could react, she stepped on the sky-high with LV and went straight to the hall of Jingsheng Group, but was stopped by two policemen.

"Miss Song, according to Article 266 of the Criminal Law, you fraudulently took other people's valuables and was suspected of fraud. Come with us! ”

Song Miaomiao retreated in panic and accidentally stepped on the heel of a high heel, looking even more embarrassed.

"I don't understand what you're talking about!" Her pale quibbles, but no one listened. A bunch of people gathered at the door of Jingsheng Group to see her jokes, and the front desk lady covered her mouth and laughed.

It was noisy outside, and in the police car, an old police officer with half white hair sat in the co-pilot and squinted his eyes, as if no one was there. Suddenly, there was a knock on the window, and the young policeman rolled it down.

I saw Zhao Lin's handsome face poking in and smiling flatteringly at the old police officer.