My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 175 Commendation Meeting

Shang Yanzhou shook his head, helped him button up the buttons one by one helplessly, then leaned over to his ear, and murmured ambiguously: "Go back tonight, take off slowly on the bed, speak slowly, there is nothing left , not revealing a word."

Wen Changlang's face became hot from the warm breath, he pushed Shang Yanzhou, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to say a word when I get to bed."

Shang Yanzhou savored this sentence for a while, then nodded seriously, and said: "That's right, my mouth will be busy at that time, and I really don't have time to talk, but that's okay, don't talk, just do it."

Wen Changlang covered his red face, turned around and cursed in a low voice: "Beast."

Wen Changlang found that since he had in-depth contact with Shang Yanzhou, Shang Yanzhou's hooligan nature became more and more vivid.

After a quarrel with Wen Changlang, Shang Yanzhou was called away by the public trial office. Before leaving, Shang Yanzhou left a sentence: "After the self-criticism is written, read it three times, and the chief police officer will be responsible for listening to it." , Less once, double!"

Wen Changlang's smile instantly froze: "...Shang Yanzhou, you are shameless! You took advantage of me and asked me to write a review!"

A crowd of police officers who were writing furiously: "..."

Looks like I overheard something I shouldn't have heard.

Two hours later, Lang Lang's voice resounded in the entire office area, over and over again, making those field police officers laugh from head to toe, extremely arrogant.

The difference between the civilian police and the field police is that they don't have to hang around under the eyes of the boss all day, and they live a very chic life.

When he arrived at Wen Changlang, Wen Changlang raised his head and walked to the middle position with his chest up. The momentum was as if he was on stage to deliver an award acceptance speech. The corridor reads aloud:

"Hello, Honorable Governor, I, Wen Long Corridor shouldn't be too good-looking, which caused riots in the office area of ​​the Police Inspectorate. I am the chief culprit. I admit that I shouldn't be too ostentatious, but I still want to To defend myself, it’s really not my fault that I’m too good.”

The chief of police was dumbfounded: "..."

"Are you sure it's a self-criticism? Not a self-praise?"

Wen Changlang was playing to the point where he was full of voice and emotion. He glared at the Chief Sheriff: "As far as I am concerned, I am starting from finding my own problems, combining praise and criticism."

. . .

Well, anyway, it’s up to him to decide whether it’s true or not. He’s so brave that he doesn’t dare to pick on this master. This is a master who is more difficult to serve than the governor. After all, the governor is still reasonable. This one only talks about the size of a fist.

After reading the two papers eloquently, Wen Changlang cleared his somewhat dry throat, coughed and said, "I'm thirsty, otherwise there is one more paper, that's enough, my review is over, welcome to the next one to come on stage, applause !"

"Hehe...everyone applaud!"

The chief police chief put on a face that was uglier than crying, and clapped his hands, and the other police officers also applauded. A good review meeting, led by Wen Longlang, became a commendation meeting .

Sitting in the middle of the office desk, Wen Changlang's voice is full of emotion and action explanation is in place:

"I kicked that black shadow away with a flying kick, and then I made a series of shots and gave him an eight-stage hack, which he solved directly!"

After half an hour...

At the door, Shang Yanzhou was tall and straight, with his hands in his pockets, and his voice was laughing:

"It seems that you guys had a good chat. Did I come back early?"