I Wish Mo All the Best

　　 Hearing this, Mu Feifei kept licking his lips, and the greed and silence in his eyes could be seen without a professional.

　　 "I don't know Lin Xiang... I may not be able to convey these words to you-silently, what are you laughing at?" Mu Feifei was so laughed by her daughter that she even forgot to lie.

　　 "It's okay, it doesn't matter if I don't know. I will find a way from somewhere else." Qian Mo clutched the bag, and her purpose had been achieved, and she could retreat.

　　If this doesn't go anymore, facing Mu Feifei's ridiculous look that can't hide greed, he quietly fears that he can't help laughing.

　　 "Then, wait for your mother's call!" Mu Feifei now has all her thoughts on making a fortune.

　　 She immediately went back to the total, to see how Lin Xiang could grasp this huge wealth, and also to investigate whether what Qian Mo said was true.

　　 has done all the work, and then it's up to my dad. Lin Xiang and Mu Feifei's hooking is sooner or later.

　　The silent work never drags the mud and water. After finishing these and watching the time, it is still too early to agree to return to school.

　　 She took a taxi to the wedding room that her father bought her. There were some personal items over there. The most important thing was that she had her passbook. She had to get it back.

　　Qian Mo just approached the door, and saw a young woman leading a child, who seemed to be talking in front of her door.

　　 "Mom, I want to live here." The child looked like he was four or five years old.

　　 The young woman could be twenty-eight or nine years old, and her eyes were swollen when she cried before going to bed.

　　 "We can't afford to stay here, good boy, go look elsewhere with my mother."

　　The woman dragged the child to leave.

　　 The child turned back frequently, and it seemed a bit reluctant to see this beautiful two-story building.

　　The house under the name of the house has just been brushed over the wall. Children don’t understand the value of the house and think that this building looks better than the surrounding.

　　 Seeing Qianmo coming, the woman smiled embarrassingly at her, with a small dimple on her face, squinting quietly, this woman is...

　　 inmate.

Wang Ziying, who was deliberately murdered and was in jail. She is six years older than Qianmo. She belongs to a girl with a soft personality. She is often bullied. She almost let the prisoner's head catch the past and force Lily to save. Since then, she has been sticking to the silent year round, and has become a silent little follower.

　　 Each area of ​​the women’s prison has its own “big sister”. There are a total of four who are slightly more powerful, one of them is a silent aunt, one is a silent good friend, and a silent godmother...

Qian Mo is an absolutely special existence in it. Those forces are usually fighting openly, but when it comes to Qian Mo, everything has to be around her. She seems to be alone, but no one dares to offend her. Wang Ziying The best way for a cowardly woman to be bullied is to hold her thigh tightly.

　　 Silently, chicken legs for you, silently, braised pork for you, silently, you eat...

　　 In the silent mind, it seemed that Wang Ziying was sitting opposite her, carefully pinching the rare meat to himself.

At first, Wang Ziying was really trying to find an umbrella to get close to Qianmo, but then she got along with her for a long time. When she was going to go out, the most cowardly woman didn't drop a tear and smiled and held the silent. Say don't come back, the chicken legs outside are better than those inside.

　　 Whoever said that the prisoners had no friendship, at that moment, looking at the back of the lonely Ziying, the silent eyes also turned red.

　　Wang Ziying didn't know the memory. She grabbed her son and wanted to leave quickly. When she passed her shoulder, she quietly saw her back, and her thin body held up too much weight, as she had seen in the previous life.

　　 Calculate the time, there should be a few months before Wang Ziying kills.

　　In the past life, Wang Ziying was unable to withstand her husband's domestic violence. After divorce, he took his son to spend a hard time. Finally, the day was stabilized. The ex-husband came to the door and harassed her every day to threaten her.

　　 was initially followed up, and later it was a majestic request to use a strong one after she failed to compound. She desperately resisted and escaped to the police, but the scumbag failed to sentence for too long, and came out after a few days.

Since then, I have to live in the shadow of my ex-husband every day. One day, my ex-husband broke in and punched the mother and son again, grabbed the child and threatened her to push the child down if she did not remarry. This honest woman raised her life. Knife.

　　 These incidents have heard many versions of the past life, each has its own misfortune, the final ending is almost the same, the fish dead net is broken, and the scum man himself finally falls into the French Open.

In the case of violent killing of husbands, 10% of the causes are domestic violence. Wang Ziying is very representative. There is a proper term in criminal psychology, "battered woman syndrome".

　　When oppressed to the extreme no way to retreat, violence against violence is a dead end for these women, but also a relief.

　　When recalling the past, Wang Ziying cried to Qian Mo many times and said that she would rather be reformed in prison than live in fear in a humble manner.

　　For whatever reason, it is not worthy to advocate violence against violence, but for Wang Ziying at that time ~www.readwn.com~ has no way out.

　　 "Mom, I'm tired..."

　　 "Obe, my mother will cook chicken legs for you tomorrow."

　　Chicken legs, a word that symbolizes friendship will wake up silently from memories, and silently speaks without hesitation.

　　 "Do you want to rent a house?"

　　 Three minutes later, the disturbed Wang Ziying led her son in the silent living room. The leather sofa made her a little uneasy, and hugged her son on his lap in embarrassment, fearing that the child would sit on a dirty sofa.

　　 "Is your house for rent?" Wang Ziying sees that the decoration is so good that he can only put his hope in the lower house in the small courtyard.

　　 "It's a warehouse, there's no water or toilet in it, and there's no way to live." Qian Mo looked carefully at her former servant.

　　 found that she had no other abnormalities except haggardness and no injuries on her face. It seemed that Zha Qianfu should not have been found yet.

　　 "That..." Wang Ziying didn't dare to ask the price anymore and wanted to leave.

　　 "I am in college, this house is my wedding room that my dad gave me, and now it is a pity that the house cannot be vacated, and you can rent it to you cheaply."

"One month... 200 yuan, the two bedrooms downstairs plus the kitchen and toilet are all for you, and the bedroom upstairs is reserved for me to come back to live." Qian Mo thought about going this way himself, and seeing someone posting an advertisement, it seems that this price .

　　 "What?! Two hundred?!" Wang Ziying was taken aback.

　　 quietly thought it was expensive, "the 150 packs of water and electricity, the property does not need to be paid."

What? ! Wang Ziying felt that she might have won the lottery. The next room without furniture was 200 months a month. The building she shared with Lin Xiang’s mother and son was only 500 yuan a month. If she gave her one floor, she would charge two hundred?

　　No, one hundred and five, including hydropower properties.