Rafa stopped in the underground garage and the roar of the engine stopped abruptly.
Bai Sheng got out of the car, closed the door, walked to the passenger door, opened his arms and asked devoutly: "Excuse me, may I have the honor of carrying you upstairs in my own hands, Inspector?"
Shen Zhuo changed into casual home clothes. The soft light color made him look like a young student, seemingly much younger than Bai Sheng. His usual solemn and abstinent black suit and white shirt had been soaked with tears, as well as a report card with unrecognizable grades and a report on the fiscal deficit of 360 million yuan.
When Bai Sheng rushed back to the Supervision Office from the cemetery, he saw Chen Miao, who was determined to hang himself because of excessive guilt. He stood on a chair and drank the last cup of milk tea in his life. Shui Ronghua persuaded him to come down. On the other side, everyone was queuing up to sign the proposal with a serious face. The main content was that everyone would cut down on the budget from now on, and the breakfast porridge in the unit cafeteria would no longer be unlimited. After all, it was 360 million yuan, and every penny saved was a penny saved.
Bai Sheng felt so distressed when he saw this that he wrote a check for two million to the cafeteria on the spot so that everyone could have extra meals. Everyone was so grateful that they saw him off and took the weak and unable to take care of themselves inspector away.
Fortunately, although Shen Zhuo had brain dysfunction, he was still able to recognize people and got into Bai Sheng's car relatively quietly and cooperatively. Before leaving, Bai Sheng also wrote a letter of guarantee to Shui Ronghua, who was eyeing him covetously, and signed it in person, swearing that he would never take advantage of the inspector's situation when he was under the influence of drugs, and would never do anything he shouldn't do when he was helping to take a bath, change clothes, or sleep at night. If he violated the rules, he would be convicted of being a scumbag and would sell himself to the Shenhai City Supervisory Office for the rest of his life. He would not receive a salary or bonus, but would work for nothing until he died.
Shen Zhuo's tears had stopped. His cheeks had clear and perfect lines, his face was white and his eyelids were slightly red. It was unknown what he was thinking silently. After a while, he shook his head to indicate that he didn't want to be hugged, and he got down to the ground by himself.
Bai Sheng almost wanted to conjure up a floor scrubber to clean, sterilize, disinfect, and dry every inch of the ground that Shen Zhuo stepped on, making sure there was no dust, and then lay a layer of cashmere carpet. Fortunately, Shen Zhuo was not so weak. He walked into the elevator by himself, and stayed in Bai Sheng's arms silently all the way, like a life-size figure who was autistic but emotionally stable.
Before Bai Sheng had time to feel relieved, the elevator went up to the top floor of the building. When the door of his house opened, he saw Yang Xiaodao standing respectfully in the living room.
Yang Xiaodao was wearing a floral apron and holding a horse whip high in his hand. On the dining table were eight dishes and a soup that he had just cooked himself. He was extremely terrified:
"Shen, Supervisor Shen!"
Chemistry 18.
Physics 29.
Mathematics 43.
Shen Zhuo stared at him without blinking, his eyes quickly turning red, and it was too late for Bai Sheng to stop him.
The next moment, tears rolled down, quickly wetting the ground under his feet.
"Get out of here!"
Bai Sheng was so frightened that he kicked his son away and quickly carried Shen Zhuo to the sofa to comfort him. Yang Xiaodao ran out, trembling and calling Shui Ronghua: "It's started again! He's going to be dehydrated! Quick, Plan B!"
Five minutes later, a car from the Supervisory Office came roaring in and quickly delivered Plan B to the downstairs of Bai Sheng's house - it was Chu Yan.
Shen Zhuo was leaning on the sofa and crying silently, wetting a large spot on Bai Sheng's shirt. At this time, the doorbell rang. When he opened the door, Chu Yan descended from the sky like a savior goddess, holding up her high school transcript with both hands. There were 150 in mathematics and physics, and 100 in biochemistry. The four subjects were shining with golden light, blinding Yang Xiaodao's titanium dog eyes.