Mrs. President is very low-key

Chapter 311 I Will Not Compromise

The way Shen Xiurong looked at me was full of guilt, so it can be seen that my guess was correct.

He looked at us and said, "You guys are talking, I'm going out first."

However, we found that when it was just me and Mo Yilu, we didn't seem to have much to say.

Seeing that I didn't speak all the way, Mo comforted me and said, "You really don't need to worry about the case, there is me without Axiu.

Did you forget that I'm also a lawyer?You don't know how powerful I was.

Although I have never been a lawyer seriously, my professional knowledge is still there.

I won't be able to defend myself in court, but I'll figure things out behind the scenes. "

I just listened quietly. If this was an ordinary case, I wouldn't be worried, but with Fang Ziqing's interference, things might not be so simple.

"Oh, Ying Er, she, she also wants to see you, tomorrow, I'll bring her here, okay?"

I shook my head and said, "No, there's no need, what are children doing in this kind of place?
Suddenly told her that her brother has become a father and her sister has become a mother, is it hard for her to accept it?

A child's character is very important. You should not guide her well, don't put pressure on her, let her accept it slowly, and don't cast any shadow on her. "

"I know."

"Oh, how is Wang Jiuhua? Does Ying Er remember him?"

So many years have passed, I don't know if Yinger still has an impression of her?
Things in this world really don't make sense?It seems that everything is predestined.

After Wang Jiuhua ran away from our family and sold the house, he went to Korea for plastic surgery and lived as Mrs. Huang, and then there were future things.

She said she was going for plastic surgery because she was worried that her uncle would go to her, and she didn't even know when her uncle was in prison.

Later, after Mr. Huang died, she had nothing, like a stray dog ​​with a child, and she found that the child was a bit like me.

Then she opened her mind and made up such a lie for us.

Even if my uncle was there at the time and we did a DNA test in time, we couldn't ignore the child.

But at that time my uncle was in prison, and when I was waiting for him to come out, as soon as I saw Yinger and me when we were young, we were sure that it was his child.

We never doubted this, didn't expect things to turn out like this?

This is also a little blessing from God to our family.

Although Yinger suffered a lot of crimes when she was a child, she has no physical defects.

As for her personality, it may be because she was too young at that time to remember things, and she did not leave any heavy shadows.

When she was less than three years old, she was adopted by Wang Jiuhua. Although she couldn't provide her with too many good resources, she took good care of her, and she returned to me right after.

For the next few years, she lived in Lu's house. Although Mo Yiyi and I have been arguing with each other for the past few years, it has also left her with many unpleasant memories.

But at least she is by our side, growing up healthily.

God has given us many disasters, but also gave us hope.

Children are hope.

"Ying'er doesn't have a big impression of her anymore, but now she insists on not getting a divorce, which makes Uncle and Xi'er very troubled."

"The two of them have been separated for so many years. Do we still need to seek her opinion for divorce? Besides, she was at fault in the original incident. She will be finished if she goes to court. What do you want to do?"

"Probably because she felt that she was too old and wanted to find someone to rely on. She forced her to die. For the sake of her raising Yinger, uncle can't just ignore her.

However, it doesn't matter, I will handle it well, the relationship between uncle and Xi'er is deeper than we imagined.

You have to thank me for this, I asked Xi'er to find your uncle back then, but I didn't expect to be a matchmaker invisibly. "

I nodded lightly and said, "Thank you."

We found that there was really nothing to say between us, so he said a few more words about the case and left.

Because I have not been officially sentenced, I am temporarily in the detention center, a place where criminals are temporarily held. I don’t know if I have lost my relationship. In short, I am alone in this iron cage.

The food and drink provided are good, but I am not in the mood to take care of these.

"Xu Nanfeng, come out..."

The lock was opened with a "click", and a policewoman yelled.

I asked, "What's the matter?"

She said bluntly: "Let you come out."

I got up and walked out, asking, "Where are you going?"

She pushed me hard from behind and said, "Don't ask questions."

She took me to the place where the detention center formally detains prisoners. Here are some female prisoners who have been sentenced for a short period of time or whose cases have not been fully heard.

They were wearing prison uniforms, and many of them were crowded in a small iron cage. The policewoman walked past me, as if disturbing them, and they all looked at me strangely.

The policewoman said: "If you lose the lawsuit, you will be locked up with these social scum like them for the next ten years. Some of them are prostitutes, some are murderers, drug dealers, etc..."

I was terrified. I knew that Fang Ziqing sent someone to scare me on purpose. He wanted to use this method to force me to compromise, but I was still very scared.

I can't last a day like this, let alone ten years?
I finally understood the so-called "dignity" and "freedom".

Prisons can exploit both of those things that most want and can't lose at the same time.

Those female prisoners were all dirty, and at this moment, in my eyes, they were like demons.

I said, "No, no, I'm not guilty, I won't lose my case."

The policewoman sneered and said, "Whether you lose or not, you will know when you go to court. Mr. Fang said, there is still time for you to compromise. Otherwise, there is nothing he can do when the case is heard and the sentence is formally sentenced."

I firmly said: "You let him give up, I will not compromise, I have never done it, and I will not be wronged by him."

Seeing my determined expression, the policewoman didn't say anything, but continued to lead me forward.

She led me into a room. There was nothing in it except a chair with a mirror in front of it. I asked, "What do you want to do?"

"We play by the rules."

After talking, I went out, and after a while, a person came in, wearing a white coat, and said softly to me: "Miss Xu, don't be nervous, please sit down...".

"doing what?"

The policewoman asked me to sit on a chair and face the mirror. I felt that I hadn't looked in the mirror seriously for a long time.

Under the heavy makeup, I was still youthful and brilliant. When I washed off the lead, I realized that I was aging like all women.

With that pale and sallow face, and the dull eyes, I couldn't believe that the person in the mirror was actually me?

In the mirror I saw the man take out a white cloth from his tool box, then a pair of scissors, I don't know what they are going to do, I am scared.

"What are you going to do?"

The policewoman said coldly: "According to the usual practice, cut your hair..."

"What custom? I haven't even been tried, no one has accused me of guilt, and I haven't been sentenced yet. Why should I cut my hair?"

"Your hair is too long. We cut it short to prevent you from committing suicide."

I yelled: "No, no, that's not the case. You have been bribed. You came here to embarrass me on purpose. I don't want to cut my hair. You can't touch me. Otherwise, I'll ask a lawyer to sue you, sue you."

I wanted to escape, but I couldn't get out at all. The female policeman held me tightly, and I felt the scissors "click", and the long white hair that was blended with it fell off.

I struggled to break free from them, and when I looked up again, the woman with disheveled hair in the mirror was ugly and terrifying, and I was suddenly terrified.

I resisted, but the more I resisted, the harder they cut.

I yelled, "Don't cut my hair, please don't cut my hair."

"Mr. Fang said that as long as you are willing to nod your head, you can say anything. If not, this is just the beginning."

I didn't believe it: "No, no, Ziqing wouldn't treat me like this, I want to see him, I want to see him..."

"It's too late to compromise now. Even if you want to see each other, your hair will not be kept."

In fact, there is nothing to gain from cutting hair. I am not an ancient person, and I have special feelings and persistence for hair.

However, the experience of being forced to cut your hair seems to be not much different from being raped. It is a humiliating thing.

After a few scissors, I felt like I was going crazy, and I didn't know how I snatched the scissors from the barber. I threatened, "Don't come here, don't come here."

"Miss Xu, calm down. If you have an incident of hurting someone now, it will only make things worse, and it will be very detrimental to your lawsuit. Listen to me, put down the scissors, and we won't cut your hair."

I am like a person who has been oppressed for a long time and resists in order to defend his dignity.

At this time, hearing their words, I seemed to feel relieved, and my appeal became very low. This was obviously my protection of my rights as a citizen, but at this time, it became the result of my begging for mercy.

I can't describe the panic inside of me, I have absolutely no idea what to do?
I was holding the scissors, and it seemed that the whole person was going to have a nervous breakdown.

Suddenly, I just felt that the hand holding the scissors was suddenly grabbed by a big hand, and Fang Ziqing appeared in front of me at some point.

"You want to kill people, right? Well, there is no way for Zhengchou to let you stay here until you die. Come on, stab the scissors into my body, so that you will never be able to get out."

He grabbed my hand and stabbed at his chest, and I said in a trance: "No, no, I can't do this, I can't, I can't...".

I want to let go of the scissors, but I can't seem to let go.

At this moment, I saw myself in the mirror, the one with hair that was randomly cut short, as short as a man's, and I felt that the shape of my face had changed.

I feel that the person in the mirror is a stranger, not me, but no matter what I do, the person in the mirror is the same as me.

I touch my face, she touches her face, I scratch my hair, she scratches her hair, I cry, she also tears.

I saw panic in the mirror, I saw fear, I even saw despair and disillusionment.

I screamed, and ran around like a mouse with my head in my arms. I couldn't accept that I had become like this, and I hit my head hard against the wall.

(End of this chapter)