Listening to Qianmo say this, Mu Feifei kept licking her lips, and the greed in her eyes Qianmo could see it without being 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 forgot to tell a lie.

"It's okay, it's okay if you don't know each other, I'll find a way from somewhere else." Qian Mo grabbed her bag and wrapped it up, her purpose had been achieved and she could retreat.

If he didn't leave, in the face of Mu Feifei's ridiculous appearance that could not hide his greed, Qian Mo was afraid that he would not be able to help laughing.

"Then, then you wait for your mother's call!" Mu Feifei's whole mind now is on making a fortune as Qian Mo said.

She immediately went back to sum it up to see how she could let Lin Xiang grasp this huge wealth, and to investigate whether what Qian Mo said was true.

What should be done has been done, and the next thing is up to Dad, it is only a matter of time before Lin Xiang and Mu Feifei take the bait.

Qian Mo never dragged his feet in his work, and after doing this, he looked at the time, and it was still early to return to school as agreed.

She took a taxi to the wedding house that her father had bought for her, where she had some personal belongings and, most importantly, her passbook, which she had to get back.

As soon as Qian Mo approached the door, she saw a young woman leading a child who stopped in front of her gate and seemed to be saying something.

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

The young woman could be twenty-eight or nineteen years old, and her eyes were swollen and she looked like she had cried before she went to bed.

"We can't afford to live here, good boy, let's go somewhere else with my mother."

The woman dragged the child to leave.

The child looked back frequently, and seemed a little reluctant to see the beautiful two-story building in front of him.

The house under Qianmo's name has just been painted over the wall, and the children don't understand the value of the house and think that this one looks clean and better than the surrounding ones.

Seeing Qian Mo coming, the woman smiled at her awkwardly, with a small dimple on her face, Qian Mo squinted, this woman is...

Cellmates.

Wang Ziying, imprisoned for intentional homicide, three years older than Qianmo, belongs to a girl with a softer personality, she is often bullied in it, and almost let the eldest sister in prison catch her head and forcibly force Lily, Qianmo rescued her, and since then she has been sticking to Qianmo all year round and has become Qianmo's little follower.

Each district of the women's prison has its own "eldest sister", and there are four of them who are slightly more powerful, one of them is Qianmo's aunt, one is Qianmo's good friend, and one is Qianmo's godmother...

Qian Mo is an absolutely special existence in it, those groups of forces usually fight openly and secretly, but when it comes to Qian Mo, everything has to surround her, she seems to be alone but no one dares to offend her, if a cowardly woman like Wang Ziying doesn't want to be bullied, the best way is to hug Qian Mo's thigh.

Silently, the chicken leg is given to you, silently, braised pork is given to you, silently, you eat...

In Qian Mo's mind, there seemed to be a picture of Wang Ziying sitting opposite her, carefully sandwiching the rare meat to herself.

At first, Wang Ziying was indeed trying to find a protective umbrella to get close to Qianmo, but after getting along for a long time, she was really loyal to Qianmo, and when Qianmo wanted to go out, the most cowardly woman did not shed a single tear, smiled and held Qianmo's hand and said Don't come back, the chicken leg outside is better than the inside.

Who said that prisoners have no friendship, looking at the lonely Ziying's back at that moment, Qian Mo was also red-eyed.

Wang Ziying didn't know Qianmo's memories, she grabbed her son and wanted to leave quickly, and when she passed by, Qianmo saw her back, her slender body was holding up too much, as she had seen in her previous life.

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

In her previous life, Wang Ziying was unbearable with her husband's domestic violence, and after the divorce, she took her son to live a difficult life, and finally her life was stable, but her ex-husband came to the door and harassed her every day and threatened her.

At first, it was a stalking, and then it was a grandiose entry into the house to ask for a reunion and then she had to use a strong one, she desperately resisted and escaped and called the police, but the scumbag couldn't be sentenced for too long, and he came out after a few days.

Since then, there has been no peace, every day I have to live in the shadow of my ex-husband, one day my ex-husband broke in and punched and kicked the mother and son again, grabbed the child and threatened her to push the child down if she did not remarry, this honest woman who has been honest all her life raised a knife.

Qian Mo listened to many versions of these things in his previous life, each with its own misfortunes, and the final outcome was almost the same, the fish died and the net was broken, and the scumbag himself finally fell into the legal net.

In cases of violent murder, 10% of the causes are domestic violence, Wang Ziying is very representative, and there is a proper term in criminal psychology, "battered woman syndrome".

When they are oppressed to the extreme and have no way out, countering violence with violence is a dead end and a relief for these women.

When Wang Ziying recalled the past, she cried many times and told Qianmo that she would rather be reformed in prison than live in fear in such a humble way.

No matter what the reason, countering violence with violence is not worth advocating, but for Wang Ziying at that time, there was no way out.

"Mom, I'm tired of walking..."

"Well, mom will stew chicken thighs for you to eat tomorrow."

Chicken legs, a word symbolizing friendship, woke Qian Mo from his memory, and Qian Mo did not hesitate to speak.

"Are you going to rent a house?"

Three minutes later, the apprehensive Wang Ziying led her son to sit in Qianmo's living room, the leather sofa made her a little uneasy, and she cramped her son on her lap, afraid that the child would sit on the dirty sofa.

"Is your house renting out?" Wang Ziying saw that it was so well decorated, so she could only pin her hopes on the lower room in the small courtyard.

"It's a warehouse, there's no water, no toilets, no way to live in it." Qian Mo looked carefully at her former little henchman.

found that she was not otherwise abnormal except for being haggard, and there was no injury on her face, so it seems that her ex-husband should not have been found yet.

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

"I'm in college, this house is my father's wedding house for me, and now it's a pity that the house is empty if the marriage is not completed, so it's cheaper to rent it to you."

"A month... Two hundred, the downstairs two bedrooms plus the kitchen and toilet are all for you, and the upstairs bedroom is reserved for me to come back to live. Qian Mo thought about walking this way, and saw someone posting an advertisement, as if it was this price.

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

Qian Mo thought it was expensive, "The one hundred and five 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 outside without any furniture was two hundred a month, and the building she shared with Lin Xiang's mother and son cost five hundred a month for one room, and this beautiful little girl gave her a floor, so she charged two hundred?

No, one hundred and five, including water and electricity properties.