After wearing the book, I took the heroine script

Jiang Miao planned everything out, and walked three kilometers straight from the gate. There was the nearest subway station there, and it only cost five yuan to get to Bao'an District.

When he got there, he could find a hotel to stay in first, how comfortable it would be to be alone.There will no longer be a perverted housekeeper forcing him to wear women's underwear, no etiquette teacher correcting his sitting posture, and no little maid holding a row of high-heeled shoes for him to try on.

Those are full seven centimeter high heels! !

Just thinking about it, he felt that the future life would be so beautiful that it would make people cry.

There was a ding-dong sound in the carriage, and a soft female voice slowly announced the location, "Bao'an District is here..."

Jiang Miao came back to his senses, walked off the subway with the expectation of a new life, opened Alipay and scanned the QR code at the exit of the station.At the moment when the payment was successful, a low battery prompt popped up on the screen, and the remaining battery 3% was displayed in the upper right corner.

The good life is about to stop when the phone is turned off.

Jiang Miao was furious instantly.

I rely on! ! !

What kind of broken mobile phone is this, it is agreed to charge for 2 minutes and talk for [-] hours? ?This fucking power-off is too fast!

In the blink of an eye, another 1% of the electricity went off. Jiang Miao was speechless and completely lost her temper.

Fortunately, go straight north for a short distance from here, and after crossing an intersection, you can see a beautifully decorated breakfast shop.There should be a service for renting power banks for free in the store, and no matter how bad it is, there should be two sockets on the wall, enough for him to fully charge the battery.

He touched the wallet again, and there was still 20 yuan in cash, which should be enough to buy a drawer of steamed buns.

Filled with soup, fresh meat dumplings with thin skin and tender filling.

Thinking of this, Jiang Miao's stomach growled.

He rushed over at the speed of a [-]-meter race, and the moment he was about to cross the intersection, the indicator light on the opposite side jumped suddenly, turning into a red light.

"..."

Life is hard, so Jiang Miao had no choice but to stand firm, hoping that her broken mobile phone could last another minute.

At the same time, a black Bentley approached slowly and stopped on the side of the road without saying a word.

The man in the driver's seat lowered the car window, threw the crushed Red Bull can into the recyclable trash can on the side of the road, and was still on the phone with the other hand, "I have received the report, and I only give you half an hour. Eight Don't hand me another piece of crap when it's time for a meeting."

Duan Han hung up the phone impatiently before waiting for a response from the other end of the phone.

Looking up, the numbers on the red light at the intersection are like a beating heart, changing numbers slowly: 44, 43, 42...

Duan Han rubbed the space between his brows, and simply turned his head away - he is in the late stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder, and every time he sees a number on the traffic light that does not stop at a whole number, he feels uncomfortable all over his body.

As soon as he turned his head, a figure on the side of the road bumped into his field of vision.

The man was so close to his car that he could touch it with one hand.

Probably still a student, wearing a crumpled Pikachu T-shirt on the upper body, and a pair of distressed light blue denim trousers on the lower body, revealing a small white ankle.The whole figure looks young and lively, full of vigorous vitality.

Duan Han couldn't help taking a second look. The person opposite seemed to have noticed his gaze, and turned his face generously, casting a curious and blank look.

A face full of collagen.

The young man's skin is surprisingly fine, as smooth as an egg that has been peeled off its shell. His face is so clean that even the fluffy hairs can't be seen; he has short brown hair with a bit of natural curl; his Standing lazily, it looks like a little golden retriever lying on the side of the road basking in the sun.

Those round eyes stared straight at him, like a mirror that was breathed out, with a cloud of mist, and a group of shallow figures were drawn out.

Duan Han's heart beat faster for no reason.

Their eyes met in the air for two or three seconds, and Jiang Miao suddenly turned her face away, and silently stepped back a few steps.

Is the exhaust too heavy?Is it really okay for the car to be so close to the sidewalk?

He took two steps back in silence, his thin back didn't touch the air, and suddenly bumped into something hard, and there was a dissatisfied gasping sound immediately behind him.

"I'm sorry!" He hurriedly looked back and saw a bearded drunk standing behind him. He took two steps back and apologized to him, "I'm sorry, brother, I bumped into you."

"Do you have eyes? Where are you going?"

The drunk looked up in boredom, and the moment he saw Jiang Miao, his cloudy eyes suddenly straightened.

He hiccupped, smiled, and showed his yellow teeth, "Little sister, your bump just now hurt my heart and my heart, ouch, it still hurts now, you have to rub it for me. "

...Is this an encounter with a hooligan?

Jiang Miao's face changed instantly, "Who do you say is the little sister?"

The drunk squinted his eyes to look at him, and smiled, his mouth smelled of alcohol, "Oh, why are you still angry? This is really strong, come here, uncle loves you."

As the man was talking, he even reached out his hand, put it on Jiang Miao's shoulder, and squeezed it lewdly.

Depend on……

It wasn't the first time he was misunderstood as a woman, but it was the first time he was harassed so obscenely.

"Your uncle's!"

Jiang Miao was so angry that the corners of his eyes were red, and he didn't talk nonsense with this idiot any more. He grabbed the gangster's hand with one hand, directly pressed the opponent's head and slammed it on the electric pole next to him, only heard a loud noise, the drunk man His head hit the pole with a bang, and two bloodstains with fresh blood dripped from his forehead.

"...you fucking hit me?"

The drunk man was stunned for two seconds, and was also annoyed. He subconsciously wanted to reach out and drag the crazy little girl off.However, Jiang Miao had been on guard for a long time. Seeing him struggling twice, as if showing signs of fighting back, he actually kicked his knee socket——

Before the drunk man could react, he knelt down on one leg involuntarily, and then the second kick followed. Jiang Miao stepped on his back unceremoniously, and the 150-pound man was trampled on by him just like that. unable to move on the ground

"The eyes are crooked and you dare to tease your uncle." Jiang Miao asked coldly, "Do you dare to touch your hands casually?"

Move a fart!This stinky little bitch is pretty good at beating people, isn't she?

The drunk man struggled a few times and couldn't break free. He became angry from embarrassment. He was an old fritter anyway. He was barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes. Help me, ouch, I can't do it, my heart hurts, I have a heart attack—I'm going to die..."

Grass!

This gangster was still alive and kicking just now, so he pretended to have a heart attack to bluff people if he couldn't beat him?

Jiang Miao was so angry that the blood rushed up, bent down and grabbed his collar, and smashed down with his clenched fist, his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone, and he stopped completely in mid-air——

He turned his head abruptly, only to see that the little brother Bentley who had sprayed his exhaust just now was standing behind him, with half of his sleeves rolled up, revealing a strong wrist.

Very nice wrist.

Duan Han grabbed the young boy's hand and pulled him up, stuffed him behind his back, and asked in a low voice, "Are you all right?"

"..."

Jiang Miao still hasn't figured out where this little brother Bentley came from, so he shook his head in a daze.

"I have already called the police, and I will wait for the police to deal with it later."

He looked indifferent, and he couldn't even see a fold in his suit. He looked like a high-status white-collar and gold-collar worker.

"Is there someone to give me a hand?" The drunk man lay on the ground and rolled around. He wanted to hug his feet to play tricks, but when he saw the pair of shiny high-priced leather shoes, he felt terrified, silently withdrew his hands, and turned his face away. Come to speak harshly to Jiang Miao, "When the police come, I will go to the hospital for an injury appraisal, and I will sue you for bankruptcy!"

"Want to sue me?" Jiang Miao raised an eyebrow and sneered, "There are not many people who can sue my family. Come, I want to see if you have that ability!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Duan Han didn't talk nonsense, and directly turned the volume of the phone to the maximum, and pressed the play button.

"Little sister, your bump just now hurt my heart... Are you still angry? Come on, uncle loves you."

The obscene voice came out of the phone speaker intact, and the drunk man's face suddenly changed.

"Touching porcelain, sex/harassment/harassment, causing trouble on the street." Duan Han put his phone back, his tone was unwavering, but with an inexplicable deterrent force, "The recent mayoral election, all related behaviors that affect the city's appearance will be severely punished... …do not you know?"

"..."? The drunk suddenly died down, and said without confidence: "I don't know. She did it first, and I didn't fight back. Look, my forehead is still bleeding."

"So." Duan Han bent the corners of his lips, with a deep smile in his smile, "I'll do an injury appraisal later, won't everything come to light?"

Fifteen minutes later, a police car and a black Bentley drove into the police station in turn.

There was no one in the bureau early in the morning. The policewoman brought the drunk over for an injury appraisal, and Jiang Miao sat aside and waited for the transcript.The mobile phone has been completely turned off, and there is no more power to be squeezed out.

It's so boring, if only there is a power bank.

He turned his head away, and his tentative peripheral vision frequently fell on Brother Bingley.

"?"

Duan Han felt the slightly scorching gaze, and couldn't help but turn around.

"Excuse me, do you have a power bank?" The boy rubbed his nose embarrassedly, and spoke cautiously, with a soft breath, "My phone is out of battery..."

Duan Han's breathing was slightly stagnant.

"Yes, in the car." He stood up abruptly, his face was as grave as frost for some reason, and his voice was slightly tense, "I'll get it."

"Okay, thanks—"

Jiang Miao's eyes lit up, but before he finished speaking, Brother Bingley had already stepped out of the door quickly.

Seeing that Duan Han finally left, the young intern who had been lingering for a long time coughed twice, poured clean water into a paper cup, and handed it to Jiang Miao, "Here."

"Ah...thank you."

Jiang Miao took it unexpectedly and thanked her.

The young intern's ears were slightly red, and before he could speak, the drunk man had already returned from the appraisal, and he shouted innocently as he walked, "Comrade police, you really wronged me. She rushed over to beat me first ...I don't have a heart attack, but she definitely gave me a concussion, I think we should go to a regular hospital for a checkup..."

"You don't have any problems, you just suffered some skin trauma." The policewoman who took him for an examination chuckled, "Our forensic doctor is very professional, you don't have to doubt that."

The drunk man bit his back teeth and remained silent.

After the intern joined in the fun, he turned around cheerfully, "Let me take the record for you, name?"

"Okay." Jiang Miao sat upright, "Jiang Miao, the three water ones."

The intern nodded and tried to write down the little girl's name neatly in the notebook.

Don't say it, it sounds pretty good.

"How many years? How old are you?"

"In 98, 21 years old."

The intern thought, she is quite young, probably just graduated.

Jiang Miao tilted her head to watch him fill in his information, and the more he looked at it, the more something went wrong, "Comrade policeman, you filled in the information incorrectly. The column for gender should be male."

Intern: "...huh?"

He thought he heard it wrong, and wanted to go to the drawer to pick out his ears with a cotton swab in a trance, but just as he stretched his hand under it, Jiang Miao suddenly slapped it on the table, leaning over with his upper body, seriousness written all over his face.

"I said," he pressed his finger and accurately placed it in the notebook, staring at the intern intently, "this should be male."

intern:"???"

……What the hell?

Did he hear correctly?This pretty little girl said she was a man? ?

The drunk man next to him heard everything clearly, couldn't help snorting, and said sharply, "Little comrade, I explained to you just now, it really wasn't me who did it, it was obviously this woman My brain is sick..."

The intern stopped talking, and cast a cautious and somewhat suspicious look.

Sure enough, no one recognized him as a man.

None of them.

"..." Jiang Miao withdrew her hand slowly, suppressed the disappointment in her heart, and gradually smiled, "I'm just kidding, of course I'm a girl."

Outside the police station.

Duan Han received a call from his secretary, looked at his watch, it was already past eight o'clock for the meeting.

The secretary managed to get through, and he was so anxious that his words were on fire, "Mr. Duan, what's the matter with you?? I couldn't get through to you just now, and I was so anxious. Now everyone is waiting for you to come back for a meeting!"

"I'm 08:30—" Duan Han thought for a while, then suddenly changed his words, "No, tell everyone that the meeting will be canceled this morning."

secretary:"……?"

The morning meeting, which lasted for a year and never stopped for a day except for the holiday, was canceled today?

She was dazed, and subconsciously asked: "Mr. Duan, can I ask why? Is there something urgent for you now? Do you need me to do something for you?"

"No, you don't need to do anything." Duan Han said lightly, "I'm saving lives."

secretary:"???"