"Sister, you have to help me figure out a way."

Wen Zhaoning clenched her hand and patted the back of her hand soothingly, "Sit down and speak 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 kept falling like beads with broken threads.

"Sister, you know, I have always held Qinghuan in the palm of my hand and felt painful. She is the flesh of my heart, and I can't bear to let her suffer in the slightest. Now, her life and death in prison are uncertain, how can you make me not worried? ”

The more she talked, the more sad He Meixin became, as if Li Qinghuan had really encountered an accident in prison.

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

Except for Mu Jingxi, don't think about anyone else.

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

In these three months, he has to do something, I'm afraid no one can stop him.

As long as no one lives.

In the final analysis, it was Zhou Muting who loved him.

The palms and backs of her hands are full of meat, and she, as an aunt, is naturally very painful, but as an aunt, she also likes Mu Jingxi's child.

Both of them were raised by her since childhood, and now that the relationship is so stiff, she is also very embarrassed.

"Sister, you can help me figure out a way." He Meixin hugged her arm and cried very sadly.

"Okay, I'd like to figure it out."

Two hours later.

The prison guard Huang Cheng looked at the person in horror and bowed respectfully, "Madam President, why are you here?" ”

"I'll come to see Qinghuan." Wen Zhaoning and He Meixin came together.

This time, she wanted to see who else dared 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 guards dared to refuse He Meixin, but they couldn't refuse the president's wife, he said stubbornly, "Li Qinghuan is now in labor reform, and there is some distance to see her." ”

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

In a remote area from Kyoto, it takes 10 hours to drive back and forth.

He Meixin directly used the helicopter and flew over.

In a large area of farmland, people in prison uniforms were seen working in the fields, and prison guards were guarding the group of prisoners with loaded guns.

If there is a little laziness, they will be scolded, and it is common for the light to be scolded and the heavy to be beaten and scolded.

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

Wen Zhaoning looked in the direction of the prison guard's finger, and from a distance, he saw a person who was extremely eye-catching in the crowd.

That's Li Qinghuan.

The fair skin, working under the scorching sun these days, has already tanned a lot.

"I'm going to see her!"

He Meixin was sad for a while, and was about to rush up, but was stopped by the prison guards, "Mrs. Li, I brought you and the president's wife here today, and it is already a violation of disciplinary regulations." You can't go over and look. ”

"Why?"

"It's the rule."

He Mei's heart trembled with anger, "I've already arrived, you let me say a few words to her, and I'll leave after a few words." ”

"Nope."

"You ......" He Meixin raised her hand and was about to wave it in the face of the prison guard.

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

"Sister, how do you calm me down? Qinghuan was suffering there, but I couldn't go over and hug her. ”