Mr. Nie's daily marriage

Chapter 822 Worrying about me living alone?
On this day, Mu Zhi and Nie Jiangye followed He Yan to hear Pei Xiao's case.

In court, Pei Xiao's lawyer tried his best to justify Pei Xiao at first, but in the face of the overwhelming evidence, all his arguments became very pale in the end.The lawyer voluntarily gave up helping Pei Xiao argue.

The judge combined all the crimes identified against Pei Xiao with his previous actions, and finally sentenced him to deprivation of political rights for life and life imprisonment.

To end one's life in prison, presumably this punishment is even more desperate than the direct death penalty.Throughout the ages, prisons have always been a place worse than a kennel, full of filth and crime, and death has become what they look forward to most.

Coming out of the court, Mu Zhi stood on the high steps facing the light, feeling a sense of comfort throughout his body and mind, and the haze that had accumulated in his heart for a long time dissipated the moment the judge dropped the hammer.

She had returned to her women's clothing, and her blond hair had been dyed back to its original light tawny color.Sensing that Nie Jiangye was holding her hand, she raised her head, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

This photo was taken by the media, and it was specially made into a magazine cover, and someone wrote an article for them, praising the deep love between the two.

The photos were widely disseminated on the Internet and were admired and praised by people.

In the afternoon, there was a knock on He Yan's door.After getting his permission, Mu Zhi opened the door and came in, holding a cup of freshly brewed Pu'er tea in his hand.

Although He Yan's mother is from France, she has been passionate about the classical culture of country C all her life, and she knows the customs and habits here better than many people in her country.She especially likes calligraphy and Qin painting.He Yan also inherited He Mu's hobbies in this area, and he likes some things that ordinary people think are more literary and profound, such as calligraphy, ink painting, and tea ceremony.

Mu Zhi has lived here for more than a year, and under his influence, he has also mastered some tea-making skills. Knowing that he has the habit of drinking tea after taking a nap, he specially prepared it in advance and brought it to him.

However, as soon as she entered the door, she saw He Yan wrapped in a military uniform and fastening the buttons on the cuffs.

"Cousin, do you want to go out?"

He Yan frowned and smiled, "You still call me cousin?"

Mu Zhi brought the tea over and set it on the table, "You're used to it, but in my heart you will always be my good brother."

She turned her head and smiled at him, then held up the cup of bright red Pu'er tea and presented it to him.

He Yan took a sip, tasted it carefully, and then put it down, "I've made a lot of progress."

"I don't have any talent. When I have a sister-in-law in the future, she will definitely be able to brew a cup of tea that makes you say it is perfect."

He Yan smiled slightly, "I hope."

The voice fell, and neither of them spoke immediately.The smile on Mu Zhi's face faded a little, and he hesitated before saying, "Master, we are going back tomorrow."

"Well, it's time to return a message."

Mu Zhi took a deep breath and said, "Why don't you let your aunt and uncle live here, since you are the only servant in the house."

"Worried about me living alone?"

Mu Zhi sighed and nodded.

He Yan joked, "I already have a girlfriend, why am I still lonely, don't worry about it."

"Forget it, you mean Qiao Wanwan? If you really admit that she is your wife, you won't let her play role-playing in the room by herself."

He Yan's blue pupils froze, a little curious.

Mu Zhi rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "I happened to see you coming out of the next room that day, and then I heard Qiao Wanwan still yelling in the room, calling your name one by one, you are not in that room anymore, aren't you? She cosplays herself, what."

(End of this chapter)