Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

"Sister, you have to help me find a way."

Wen Zhaoning clenched her hand and patted the back of her hand, "sit down and say slowly, don't cry."

Sitting down on the sofa, he Meixin couldn't wait to talk about her going to prison. Because she was worried about Li Qinghuan's safety, her tears fell like broken beads.

"Sister, you know, I always hold Qinghuan in my palm. She is the flesh of my heart. I can't bear to let her suffer. Now, her life and death are uncertain in prison. How can you make me not worry? "

The more said, he Meixin was more sad, as if Li Qinghuan had really encountered an accident in prison.

Don't think about it. Wen Zhaoning knows who ordered all this.

Except Mu Jingxi, I don't do what others want.

He was forced by her and his uncle, so he compromised and agreed to reduce Li Qinghuan's half year to three months.

I'm afraid no one can stop him from doing anything in these three months.

As long as it doesn't kill anyone.

After all, Zhou muting still loves him.

The palm and back of the hand are all meat. As an aunt, she naturally hurts Li Qinghuan, but as an aunt, she also likes mujingxi.

She grew up watching both of them. Now the relationship is so stiff that she is also very embarrassed.

"Elder sister, you should help me find a way." He Meixin hugged her arm and cried very sad.

"OK, I'll do something."

Two hours later.

The prison guard looked at the people in fear and bowed respectfully, "Madam President, why are you here?"

"Let me see Qinghuan." Wen Zhaoning and he Meixin came together.

This time, she wants to see who else dares to stop her.

He Meixin stared at the prison guard, "you'd better not tell me that the president's wife is not qualified to see Qinghuan."

The prison guard dared to refuse he Meixin, but he couldn't refuse the president's wife. He hardened his head and said, "Li Qinghuan is now in labor reform. It's a little far to see her."

"It doesn't matter how far, as long as I can see Qinghuan!"

In the place of labor transformation, in the more remote area from Kyoto, it takes ten hours to drive back and forth.

He Meixin flew over directly by helicopter.

In a large farmland area, people in prison clothes were seen working in the fields, and prison guards were guarding the prisoners with live guns.

It is common for people who are a little lazy to scold, those who are light and those who are heavy to beat and scold.

"Madam President, Miss Li is in that area. You can see her in the direction of my finger."

Wen Zhaoning looked in the direction of the prison guard's fingers. From a distance, he saw a very eye-catching person in the crowd.

That's Li Qinghuan.

White skin, working in the hot sun these days, has tanned a lot.

"I'm going to see her!"

He Meixin was so sad that she was about to rush up and was stopped by the prison guard. "Mrs. Li, I have violated the disciplinary regulations by bringing you and the president's wife here today. You can't go and look. "

"Why?"

"This is the rule."

He Mei trembled with anger. "I've arrived. You let me talk to her and I'll go."

"No."

"You..." he Meixin raised her hand and waved it to the prison guard's face.

Wen Zhaoning held her hand in time, "Meixin, calm down."

"Sister, how can you calm me down? Qinghuan is suffering there, but I can't go and hug her. "