The owner of the mahjong parlor with glasses had no time to finish reading the newspaper in his hand when he was snatched away by a ghost who came out of nowhere.

Yaoyao snatched the newspaper.

In the second page of the newspaper, the tofu-sized report in the lower right corner of the newspaper published a police report and a wanted notice with a prize, and the public was advised to report it enthusiastically.

Yaoyao didn't stop, she ran home as fast as a whirlwind, and handed the newspaper to Du Qingling out of breath.

"Mom! Look at this!"

Du Qingling has just been released from the detention center.

As usual, she did not see Jiang Hechen, but she did see the assigned legal aid lawyer.

The legal aid lawyer told her the facts of the case: "There was his hair at the scene of the crime, and more importantly, his body fluids were extracted from the body of the deceased.

Du Qingling couldn't believe it.

She wouldn't believe it.

"Impossible, impossible," she said, holding the legal aid lawyer's hand and shaking her head vigorously, "it must be a mistake!" Impossible!"

The lawyer said, "How can the results be wrong? Don't be fooled by your husband's appearance."

Jiang Hechen is lying to her?

She didn't believe it.

But in the end, the result always backfired.

On the day the court announced the verdict, after a month, Du Qingling finally saw her husband.

He was wearing a gray prison uniform and his hands were still handcuffed.

The silver handcuffs are glaringly reflective.

From a distance, she couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but she could feel the downright pathos in him.

In a month, the arrogance of the man has been completely crushed, his back is stiff, and when he looks at it from a distance, he has lost his previous vigor at all, as if he is a dying old man.

She heard it, and the prosecutor asked, "You admit that on the evening of June 20, you committed a crime against the victim Zheng?"

She heard.

The man she loved most in her life said, "Yes, I admit it."

Du Qingling closed his eyes deeply.

This lengthy trial was like a sentence to Du Qingling.

And from beginning to end, Jiang Hechen never turned his head to look at her.

The judge's gavel fell, and the offender was taken away.

The moment Jiang Hechen turned around, he finally didn't control himself, and looked for Du Qingling's figure from the crowd with blank eyes.

Du Qingling stood up in a daze.

She rushed out of her seat like crazy, and even before the security guards could react, she had already rushed to the courtroom.

"Hechen!"

The security guards on both sides stopped the crazy woman.

She wept out, her voice soaking through with pathos.

The prison guard tried hard to pull Jiang Hechen, but he didn't move, turned his head with a tough face, and disappeared into the side door of the courtroom.

The next day, Du Qingling received a letter from prison.

Just one piece of paper.

- Divorce agreement.

This divorce agreement is handwritten.

It is Du Qingling's most familiar handwriting, and at the name of the inscription, some of the traces of the pen are blurred by water stains, like human tears.

"Madame, ma'am."

Du Qingling was pushed awake.

The car has stopped.

Standing outside the car door was Aunt Feng.

The sky was hazy with snow, and Aunt Feng stood outside the car with an umbrella, "Madam, you are asleep."

Du Qingling sat up straight, raised his hand to wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes, opened the car door and got out of the car.

The cold wind hit her cheeks, as if it could penetrate into her body along the cracks of her bones, and an extreme clammy cold eroded her.

She wrapped her coat tightly, "It's snowing."

Aunt Feng: "Yes, you can build a snowman again."

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Qingling lowered her eyes and looked at the Four Seasons Green Dome that had accumulated a thin layer of snow, "Call Ning Ning and tell her to keep warm."

Aunt Feng smiled, and after the phone was connected, she said to Jiang Jianing on the other end of the phone, "Jianing, it's your mother who has something to say to you."

Du Qingling: "......"

Aunt Feng handed over the phone with both hands.

Du Qingling took the phone, and Jiang Jianing's voice came from the earpiece: "Mom?".

She cleared her throat, "It's snowing outside...... You should dress thickly, don't catch a cold, because your body is weak since you were a child, and you are prone to colds and fevers......

She said a few words and hung up.

Maybe I haven't cared about my daughter for a long time, and when I say these words, I feel like I burn my mouth.

Aunt Feng smiled and said, "Madame should care so much about Jianing, even if it's just words, Jianing will eat this."

Du Qingling lowered his eyes.

She just thinks.

Being alive is more important than anything else.

Jiang Jianing hung up Du Qingling's phone, and for a few seconds, he didn't react.

She held her phone and even listened to the busy sound in the earpiece that had been hung up, and there was no response for a long time.

Zhou Jingrun raised his hand and shook it in front of her eyes.

"Overjoyed?"

Jiang Jianing put the phone on the table, "No."

Zhou Jingrun knew that Du Qingling and Jiang Jianing, the mother and daughter, had a weak relationship, and they didn't even need to investigate, word of mouth was exactly like this, otherwise, Xue Rin'an wouldn't have known that Jiang Jianing was Du Qingling's daughter for more than half a year.

Jiang Jianing retracted his thoughts, "How do you say you want to help me?"

Zhou Jingrun: "You know that I am now working in XXX firm."

Jiang Jianing nodded.

She knew that after Zhou Jingrun came back from abroad, he worked in this detective agency, and she also knew that this detective agency had a wide range of resources and was a well-known firm in China.

"I can share the resources of the firm with you."

Jiang Jianing raised his head suddenly, "What?"

Zhou Jingrun smiled warmly, "That's what you heard, what you want to check, as long as I help you."

Jiang Jianing's voice was a little hoarse: "Then you...... What do you want from me?"

Zhou Jingrun took a sip of red wine, "Leave City C with a little raindrop."

Jiang Jianing was a little surprised: "Where are you going?"

"Abroad, or in other cities, you can do it," Mr. Zhou said, "depending on your wishes."

Jiang Jianing suddenly remembered Du Qingling's words.

A thought suddenly popped into her head, Zhou Jingrun...... Are you collaborating with your mother?

Zhou Jingrun finished drinking a glass of red wine and stood up, "I'm still a little busy with work, you think about it again, I'm not in a hurry to ask for your answer."

After Zhou Jingrun left, Jiang Jianing sat alone at the table for a long time.

His fingers were still holding the goblet, and the walls of the glass were cold.

Can she believe Zhou Jingrun's words?

Zhou Jingrun is now a mysterious man who is more mysterious than stranger to her, and even the biological mother of Xiaoyudi.

She sat for a long time before she got up and drank the rest of the red wine from her goblet.

Jiang Jianing washed Zhou Jingrun's goblet and walked through the flower hall to the storage room to put red wine and red wine glasses.

Passing by the flower hall, she saw a small round jar of blue and white ceramics newly added to the beautiful carved flower stand.

The reason why it is eye-catching makes her see it at a glance.

It's because next to the beautiful round jar are two small daisies that shouldn't be in bloom this season.