Stop! You're Just An Ex-husband

"Third Master, these are the projects that Mu Jingyang has handled in the past three years. I've seen them all over again. This man is extremely unconventional. It's still difficult to find out his mode of doing things."

A manager beside the third master put a pile of information on the table, and his face was slightly ugly. In recent days, he has been checking Mu Jingyang's situation, but there is no progress.

"I thought that a hairy boy could come up with something, but I didn't expect that the city government could be so deep!" The third master's narrow eyes narrowed, and his fingers pounded on the table.

For a moment, the office fell into silence, and the manager didn't dare to speak. In fact, he knew that it was not easy to deal with Mu Jingyang. First, Mu Jingyang had a deeper foundation in Hangzhou than them. Second, if Mu Jingyang wasn't superior, he couldn't live so steadily as his family.

But the manager didn't dare to say that to the third master. Who is the third master? He is a man with lofty heart! The manager wiped the sweat helplessly, and his face was more careful.

"I heard that Mu Jingyang dismissed most of Mu Zhenlun's party members before. Check these people for me, and find me those who have weight and ability! Now we don't have manpower in China. The more cards we have, the better it will be for Dongsheng! "

The third master lit a cigar, took a fierce puff, and slowly vomited out the cigarette, as if he wanted to win Mu Jingyang and Mu's group in his heart, full of malice and desire.

The manager nodded and quickly left from the third master's office. The third master stood up and looked at the pedestrian downstairs like an ant. There was a smile on his lips.

"Mu Jingyang, if you don't meet me, you can still be a carefree rich second generation, but you are so unlucky!" The third master put out the cigar, and some gritted their teeth.

"Xiao Qi, what's the situation with mu Zhenlun?" Calm for a while, the third master called Xiao Qi in. Mu Zhenlun may be an important chess piece they can use, and he is not allowed to make any mistakes.

"Everything on his side is normal, but his charge is intentional murder, and the result of judgment should be death penalty. If we want him to cooperate, we need to ensure that he can get out of prison alive!"

Small seven will be the current situation said, the face is still no expression. The third master frowned. Obviously, he also understood the difficulty.

"Mu Zhenlun must live! You go to Dongsheng's lawyer to ask if you can still appeal against the sentence, and then go to the director of Hangzhou police station... There is nothing money can't change! "

The third master thought for a few seconds before giving orders to Xiao Qi. In recent years, he has developed in the United States, but his domestic network has not been abandoned. He has given a lot of good things to his liking, which can be used now.

"Yes, Third Master." Small seven nods to say is, then respectfully walked out of the office. The third master looked at Xiao Qi's back and thought deeply. He couldn't believe anyone because he was calculating others every day.

For a moment, he was very worried that the people around him would betray himself one day because of the greater temptation. Light a cigar again, the third master envelops himself in a blue smoke again.

In winter, the sun is still trying its best to send out the temperature, and mu Zhenlun is sitting in the sun quietly waiting for freedom and revenge.

His heart is not so calm on the surface. When the matter of killing Mu Wanli was exposed, he knew that he would die, but now the man said that he needed to beat Mu Jingyang.

At that moment, mu Zhenlun knew that he might have a turning point. Because dead people can't do anything! His death can't be tied to Mu Jingyang!

Mu Zhenkun slightly raised the corner of his mouth, holding a green grass in his hand, and gently put it in his mouth. The light sour taste made mu Zhenlun feel good.

"Mu Zhenlun, someone came to see you! Follow me Suddenly, the voice of the prison guard interrupted mu Zhenlun's thoughts. Mu Zhenlun subconsciously straightened up and followed the prison guard.

It's the same little room with no windows and no light. But the feeling of coming in again was that after he left with the man, mu Zhenlun kept thinking about what the man said to himself. A few minutes later, mu Zhenlun's face was suddenly enlightened.

Sentencing is death penalty, which is a firm fact. It is hard to escape death. But what about a person with mental problems?

He may have been stimulated, he may have had an attack, he may have been used! In short, mu Zhenlun understood the man's meaning and made a decision secretly.

A week later, mu Zhenlun gradually became a little grumpy, and sometimes he would make a lot of noise in the middle of the night. His old clean look disappeared, and he was dishevelled every day.

When mu Zhenlun bit off a prisoner's finger, the prison guard realized how serious the problem was and rushed them to the hospital.

Mu Zhenlun did not answer the doctor's questions crazily. He was serious, but there would be a little wrong answer. The doctor felt helpless because of the true and false feeling, so he had to stay in the hospital for further observation.

Lying on the hospital bed, mu Zhenlun, although his limbs were tightly tied to the bed, but his eyes twinkled a few threads of crazy desire for freedom.

He came back, the day is not far away! In the insistence, the hope is already at hand!