My Little Happiness

Chapter 35

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Drunk driving is a big deal or a small thing, but if it becomes a big deal, doctor Wen Shaoqing... I'm afraid he can't do it, right? What about Zhong Zhen's degree? What if he is detained

Cong Rong struggled for a while, and finally convinced himself with Zhong Zhen and Rang Yirang, turned off the computer and went to the traffic police team to find Wen Shaoqing.

When Cong Rong arrived at the traffic police team, he saw Wen Shaoqing sitting in a noble suit among a group of drunks. Under the light, his side face was white and clean, and his expression was clear and composed. He didn't look like he had been drunk.

Wen Shaoqing inadvertently turned his head and saw Cong Rong, and walked over.

Cong Rong glanced at him expressionlessly, then turned around and asked the fat traffic policeman next to him, "Is that the person?"

The traffic policeman nodded, "Yes."

Cong Rong looked like he was about to go out, "Oh, I don't know this person."

The traffic policeman froze for a moment, "It's such a cold day, and it's so late, you came here just to make sure you don't know this person?"

A question made Cong Rong speechless, thinking that he would come anyway, so he considered it a good deed.

She glanced at Wen Shaoqing, coughed lightly, and overturned the previous statement, "I know him, what's wrong with him?"

The traffic policeman didn't know that Cong Rong had entered an offensive state, so he replied without much thought: "Our country's "Road Traffic Safety Law" stipulates that driving a motor vehicle after drinking is prohibited. This gentleman..."

The traffic policeman was interrupted by Cong Rong before he finished speaking: "It means that you can't drive after drinking alcohol?"

The traffic policeman was surprised, "Yes."

Cong Rong asked another question, "How long is it after drinking? Three hours? Five hours? Twenty-four hours? One month? Or one year?"

The traffic police probably had never encountered anyone asking this question before, so they looked at Cong Rong in embarrassment, "This..."

"The law doesn't stipulate how long this so-called 'drinking' lasts, right? Let's not talk about this issue, let's talk about the evidence you have for arresting him."

She didn't know when the situation began to be in her hands, Wen Shaoqing stood by and looked at her profile, and suddenly laughed for some reason.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of him smiling, and Cong Rong glared at him.

The traffic policeman glanced at the record in his hand, "After the instrument test, the alcohol content in this gentleman's blood is greater than 20mg/100ml. The starting point of my country's identification of drunk driving standards is that the alcohol content of every 100ml of the driver's blood is 20mg. "

"The meaning of this sentence is that even if I drink alcohol, as long as the blood alcohol content is less than 20mg/100ml, I will be fine, right?"

The traffic policeman became more and more uncertain after being asked a few questions by Cong Rong, "It should be."

Cong Rong questioned: "But didn't you just say that as long as you drink alcohol, you can't do it?"

Only then did the traffic policeman realize that he had underestimated the enemy, and frowned, "This..."

Cong Rong continued to ask: "If I drink very little, I get drunk after taking a sip, and my mind is unconscious, but the alcohol content in my blood is less than 20mg/100ml, I can still drive, right?"

The traffic police were completely speechless. Anyone with a little common sense knew that it was not acceptable, but they couldn't come up with terms to refute it.

Cong Rong glanced at the record in his hand again, "Are you sure your tester is good?"

The traffic policeman said quickly: "It's okay...you can do a blood test."

This sentence hit Cong Rong's heart, "That is to say, you actually have doubts about your test results, don't you?"

"I didn't..." The traffic policeman communicated with Cong Rong with a broken face, the lawyer was so scary. In the future, if you marry a wife, you must never ask a lawyer!

Cong Rong finally let the traffic police go, and turned to look at Wen Shaoqing. He looked clear and had no smell of alcohol on him. Even if he really drank at that time, he probably didn't drink much. After tossing for so long, there will be no problem. She decided to take the risk, leaned over and asked Wen Shaoqing in a low voice: "Can I have another test?"

Wen Shaoqing had been quietly watching her forcefully crushing the traffic policeman. After so many days, she was finally willing to talk to herself, so she nodded.

Seeing him nodding, Cong Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

The test results showed that there was no alcohol in his blood. The traffic policeman looked at the tester in his hand in astonishment, and began to doubt himself, "Is it really broken?"

In the end, the traffic police apologized and sent the two out.

Cong Rong stood in front of the car and looked at Wen Shaoqing expressionlessly, "Explain, Dr. Wen?"

Unless the tester is really broken, the result just now will not appear, and Wen Shaoqing has always looked calm and composed, obviously something is wrong.

Wen Shaoqing closed his eyes, but raised his eyebrows slightly. He has a deep black belly and is invincible, "I didn't drink alcohol. I just ate grapes and egg yolk pie before the test. Grapes are the easiest food to ferment. The ethanol produced by fermentation The gas will stay in the mouth for a short time, and the natural alcohol content exceeds the standard when you blow it, and it will be no problem to test after rinsing your mouth."

Cong Rong couldn't help being angry, and said coldly: "Is it interesting to play me like this?"

Wen Shaoqing raised his eyes and watched her speak softly, slowly but firmly: "I want to see you."

One sentence made Cong Rong dumbfounded, and he said it so calmly. He didn't smile when he said this, but there was warmth flowing quietly between his brows and eyes.

In an instant, the momentum on her body completely dissipated, and she turned her eyes away, not daring to look at him again.

Wen Shaoqing's eyes still fell on her face, and she continued: "I'm sorry about that day, I don't miss you that much in my heart."

It was just the most concise two sentences without any modifiers, but it made Cong Rong's heart flutter, and an indescribable warmth emerged from the bottom of her heart, which made her unable to hold herself back. Obviously she was still thinking about the person who thought of her so badly before, she would never look at him again in her life. But now she wasn't angry at all, and felt that her behavior that day was really not grand.

In the deep winter night, the wind gradually picked up, blowing the corners of the coats of the two of them from time to time, and the two stood close to each other, and soon became entangled. What is entangled is not only the hem of the clothes blown by the wind, but also the shadow on the ground.

Wen Shaoqing saw her standing under the streetlight, with her head down, not knowing what she was looking at. There was no movement for a long time, and she also looked down, and soon saw the clue.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Shaoqing said slowly, "Shall we go home?"

Cong Rong was taken aback, looked up at him, and nodded. Obviously knowing that he didn't mean that, it's because they are neighbors that's why he said that, but she still couldn't help thinking about it.

But before the joy of anticipation rises from the bottom of my heart, I always think of Zhong Zhen's words, my boss has someone he likes. No matter how nice he is to her, he doesn't like her.

She suddenly began to wonder what the girl he liked was like, the girl who didn't know he liked her, the girl who made people envied her, what was she like

Seeing that she was lost in thought again, Wen Shaoqing put his hand on her shoulder lightly, as if afraid of scaring her, and said softly: "Cong Rong?"

She hurriedly responded, keeping her eyes on the ground, as if she was afraid of missing something.

Because of his raised hand, the shadow on the ground seemed to be holding her in his arms. He leaned forward slightly because of the movement of his hands, and the shadows of the two of them actually got closer, as if they were rubbing each other's ears.