To Be His Dream Girl

But before Shen Junquan speaks, Zhang Ya has made it clear that "there's nothing to consider. This kind of woman must be sent to prison. She can't be sure what evil she will do."

Cursing he Xinying, the heart is more hostile to her, fingers together, Shen Junquan looked at them, face black down.

I'm accusing Xinying here in unison, and I don't know who gave them the evidence.

"What's the credibility of a madman's accusation? The housekeeper just saw Xinying squatting beside her mother and crying, but didn't say it was xinyingtui. The person who had the accident was my mother. I'm more eager to find the murderer than anyone else, but I can guarantee that this murderer is definitely not Xinying."

Because the blood vessels on the forehead are too hard to bear, they show up. Shen Junquan's cold eyes sweep their faces.

Zhang Ya opened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief. Fang fo heard something incredible.

"Sure enough, just like your mother said, Junquan, you are completely fascinated by that woman."

Holding her forehead, Zhang Ya is a little dizzy.

After a while, Shen Junquan looked at Zhang Ya and said, "aunt, I respect you as my elder, but this is my family affair. If I solve it, I won't bother you!"

Trying to maintain due etiquette, Shen Junquan's patience is about to be exhausted, he turned away with a cool look.

And Zhang Ya is made by his words gape, a face speechless ground stares at his back.

His face became ugly and his heels were spinning on the ground.

"Is this boy crazy?"

She never thought that she would hear such words from Shen Junquan. Although she knew that Shen Junquan would not hesitate to sever the relationship between mother and son with his sister for the sake of he Xinying, she did not expect that his attitude was so bad.

All this is because he Xinying, the fox spirit!

Because she was too angry, she took mother Shen's hand and poured a pile of bitter water into the comatose person. With that, her hatred for he Xinying rose again.

When he came out of the hospital, Shen Junquan looked up in the sky and was confused.

Pull off your tie and press the center of your eyebrows.

After talking to the assistant on the phone, I couldn't help walking to the corner and lighting a cigarette.

The smoke dissipated in mid air, then Shen Junquan put out the fire and started the car with a heavy step.

In the next few days, Shen Junquan's life was almost fixed.

Traveling in hospitals, companies and detention centers, he almost squeezed his time.

After negotiating with the police, he Xinying's heart became more heavy when he learned that she could not be released for a short time.

That day, in the meeting area, he Xinying was brought by the police.

After learning that it was Shen Junquan, she adjusted her depressed mood and walked over with a smile.

Hearing her voice, Shen Junquan put down his hand on his forehead and looked at her.

"Brother Junquan, if you are busy, you don't have to come here often..." He Xinying gently opened her lips and looked at the tiredness revealed in his eyebrows. She was very distressed.

These days, Shen Junquan came to see her day after day, and the whole person also felt tired.

The blood in her eyes made her suspect that he had never had a good rest.

"I'm not busy, but you're thin. Don't you have a good meal?" Shen Junquan's voice was full of worry as he drew her eyebrows.

Shaking his head, he Xinying touched the smiling muscles around him, "how can I? I have a good meal on time every day. Don't worry about me."

Forced to be calm, she said softly, beautifying the life inside and telling him.

But the hands under the table were tightly entangled, which could not hide her inner uneasiness.

Maybe because of Shen Junquan, the people in the detention center gave her extra preferential treatment.

But it also caused dissatisfaction with other people in the detention center, so it always conveyed malice to her intentionally or unintentionally.

What scares her most is the two women opposite her.

Since that night, their attitude towards he Xinying has become worse.

She is often intimidated and threatened when the inspector is not present or not paying attention.

Especially at night, she will be more reckless to harass her.

He Xinying, who was frightened, often couldn't sleep all night.

But these things, she can't say, for Shen Junquan, there are too many things bothering him.

What she can do is to try not to let him worry too much about her side.

"I'll come back to see you tomorrow."

After chatting for a while, seeing that she was in a good mental state, Shen Junquan put down her heart a little and left with a pinch.

But in the moment he turned around, the smiling face collapsed and was full of sadness.

With complex emotions in his eyes, he bowed his head and did not dare to look at others on the way back to prison.She knew that she was a different person here. She was different from those people. They came in more or less because of their crimes, but she was not.

It is precisely because of these characteristics in her that she is regarded as the object of bullying and venting.

Squatting in the corner, she shrunk and simply closed her eyes, but her eyelashes trembled.

The setting sun gradually slanted, the light which was already sparse soon turned yellow, and the heavy night covered it again.

Because of her special identity and case, he Xinying is often tried or met, and the room is often empty for a period of time.

And every time she comes back, there will be more inexplicable things in the room.

The door of the room is opened and he Xinying walks in in a trance.

The eyelashes trembled and saw something on the quilt wrapped in a paper box and left there. "Hey, hey, hey."

She heard the voice of the woman in the opposite room.

Close the eyelids, she did not want to pay attention to, but the carton pestle over there, always let her scalp numb.

A few days ago, they were all dead cockroaches or insect carcasses. At first, they were scared out of cold sweat, but they could still flush into the toilet in the back.

After a breath, he Xinying grabbed the top of the carton, picked it up and prepared to throw it away.

"Squeak..."

The box suddenly moved violently, and a cry came from inside.

He Xinying, who was startled, subconsciously threw out what she had in her hand. She was frightened to see a rat full of scars struggling on the ground for several times. She stepped back and slowly climbed to a hole.

His body was obviously scratched with blood by the knife. Because of he Xinying's action, blood flowed from the wound where he had been, leaving blood along the direction of his escape.

With pale face, he Xinying's legs softened and suddenly fell to the ground. Covering her face, her eyes became moist.