How can the president be fierce

Chapter 222 Are you going to bet my life with him? ! (five more)

And the other one, Liang Musheng, doesn't have Mu's blood in him!
They don't want to push out someone from the Mu family, do they want to watch Liang Musheng crazily suppress their Mu family after taking the president's seat?

He clenched his wife's hand tightly and stared at him: "So, why did you come here today?! I don't remember anything I did to make you so angry!"

It is not difficult to hear the meaning of compromise in the tone.

Liang Zui lazily played with the dagger: "It's nothing serious, I just don't like you bullying people from our Liang family, I want you to call now and ask for Alisa to be released, and you can't leave her with any criminal record, it's easy, right?" ?”

Old Mu's eyes widened in disbelief: "You came here in the middle of the night and put a dagger on your grandma's neck just to ask us to let your sister-in-law out? Zui, when did you value love and righteousness so much?"

His relatives, grandparents, are even worse than a foreigner?
Liang Zui smiled, but the threat in that smile was ready to come out: "You don't have to test me, I have a bad temper, Mr. Mu, it's up to you to fight Liang Mu any way you want, but don't touch this Woman! I'll only tell you once, you'd better listen to it, or next time... the pain of bereavement, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it..."

Mu Lao was short of breath and stared at him intently, wanting to say something, but he didn't say anything for a long while.

After Liangzui left, Old Mu's wife couldn't help but cry out: "Ah, what a crime... how could our daughter have such a crime..."

Mr. Mu took his mobile phone and just found Mu Daiyang's number when his wife stopped him: "What are you doing?!"

"This matter can't be left alone, I want him to know that our Mu family is not so easy to mess with!"

"Are you going to bet my life with him?!"

"..."

"Didn't you see his frenzied look just now? Like a joke?! Or is the glory of the Mu family more important than my life to you?!"

Seven to eighty-year-olds, the sound of the countdown to life is getting louder and louder, knocking on their nerves.

Nothing is more important than being alive.

Mu Lao closed his eyes, exhaled slowly, and finally gave up.

……

This is the 18th morning that Qing Xiaomo spent in the cell.

She got rid of her lazy temper, and the little girl who couldn't get up before 9 o'clock can get up at 6 o'clock on time these days.

The little woman who kicked off the quilt and ran into the bathroom after waking up, now the first thing she does after waking up is to fold the quilt neatly.

She gradually caught up with the speed of other people's work, and when sewing dolls with a sewing machine, she rarely accidentally pierced her fingers with needles.

She learned to knit sweaters, embroider, make paper bags...

The food in the cafeteria was still unpalatable. She was able to eat a few mouthfuls of boiled cabbage and rough rice, but most of the time they would still be snatched away by others.

It is said that in this kind of place, one's mind can be sharpened the most.

Some people have been sentenced to life imprisonment and still eat and drink calmly, as if the future is bright.

Some people were sentenced to seven or eight months, but because they couldn't stand such a repressed and trampled life, they committed suicide...

Qing Xiaomo wasn't quite sure what kind of person she would become, the part of her heart seemed to have been numb since she came in, and she didn't feel much.

Perhaps one day, it suddenly regained its feeling, and she could truly know whether she could hold on to it.

　Tomorrow, your Liang Da Liang Er (have you suddenly thought of Xiong Da Xiong Er? Haha...) will be rough, don't worry, don't worry...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)