President's Runaway Lover

"What do you want, you little bitch?" Yang Huizhen was pressed on the ground, and the spittle came into her mouth with the dust.

Qi Mei, who had the upper hand, looked at her and said, "say, say, sinanyuan is the best."

The prisoner next to him just looked at the farce and had no tendency to come forward to fight.

Although Yang Huizhen is in prison, her tenacity is still there. In any case, it is impossible to compromise easily, let alone a little girl nearly 20 years old than her young general.

She saw the right time. When Qi Mei temporarily lost her guard, she grabbed Qi Mei's wrist quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, got up quickly and pressed Qi Mei to the ground.

"OK." There was a burst of applause behind.

"I didn't expect my eyes to be full today." One of them poked the arm of the person next to him and nuzzled his mouth.

"No, look at how much hatred and resentment they thought they had."

"What sinanyuan? In my eyes, he's not even a fart. Only Qiao Zhengjin is the strongest." Yang Huizhen pulled Qi Mei's hair, and Qi Mei's whole corner of the eye was tilted up, which was very ferocious.

Just as the two continued to fight, the sound of a stick knocking on the iron door came from the door. The old oil men who have lived in it for many years are not surprised at this.

"What's the noise? Go out again." The fat prison guard has a fierce face. The backlight environment exacerbated a bit of terror.

Under the influence of the prison guards, several prisoners began to rest the flag and drum, and kept looking for a place to sleep.

Looking at the two people twisted into a ball over there, the prison guard knocked on the iron door fiercely and said, "what about you? Are you looking for a fight?"

Seeing that the prison guards really wanted to open the door and come in, Qi Mei loosened her hand first. She has been here for a few days and knows that the prison guards here are not playing.

"Let go." With that, Qi Mei threw away Yang Huizhen's hand twisted on it.

"Sleep." Seeing that the last contradiction was solved, the prison guard nodded with satisfaction and walked to other cells.

"Wait, you'll look good in the future." Yang Huizhen whispered.

The elder sister in this room didn't want to, "what's the matter? It's not over yet. Don't sleep again. Be careful that my mother will kill you all."

Listen to this, Yang Huizhen is completely shut up.

Prison life is extremely difficult. It is very necessary to develop the ability to observe words and colors.

However, Yang Huizhen always felt that Qiao Zhengjin was fully capable of getting herself out, so she could bear the temporary disappointments.

The wind is pleasant and the sky is clear.

Today is the day when Lu Jingxiao was discharged from the hospital. Yang qianmei ran back and forth in ward 202 for today. All kinds of messy procedures made her haggard.

"Xiaoxiao, let's go." Yang qianmei looked at Lu Jingxiao sitting in front of the window. The light projected from the outside outlined her special thin body. It seemed that she would break when she grasped it. She had a feeling of drifting with the wind.

"Let's go." Lu Jingxiao turned his head, and the light from the outside came in. It seemed that Lu Jingxiao's face was very pale, as if it was about to be integrated with the white light outside.

"Discharged today, where to go?" Yang qianmei looked at Lu Jingxiao's back with her package.

Lu Jingxiao paused, looked at Yang qianmei's soft face and said, "let's go to the temple to pray."

In fact, it was agreed at the beginning, but Yang qianmei didn't expect to go as soon as she was discharged from the hospital. Out of the thoughts of the older generation, she felt that it was still inappropriate to enter the temple as soon as she was discharged from the hospital, so she said, "Xiaoxiao, we don't need another day, and we don't worry about it for a while."

Lu Jingxiao shook her head, looked at Yang qianmei's questioning eyes and said, "no, just today. It's a good day today."

Looking at Lu Jingxiao's determination, Yang qianmei didn't say anything more. She just went out to make a phone call with Si Nanyuan during her toilet time.

"Hello, Si Nanyuan, today Lu Jingxiao was discharged from the hospital, and then he will go to the temple. Do you think it's appropriate?" Yang qianmei glanced back and tried to keep her voice down.

Of course, Si Nanyuan knew that Lu Jingxiao was discharged today. The reason why he didn't pick her up was that he was afraid that Lu Jingxiao would be unhappy to see himself and think of the lost child.

"OK, I see. It's all right. Xiaoxiao finally wants to do something. We'd better follow her. Just look after her safety. " Si Nanyuan said simply, the golden pen in his hand was spinning, and his mind was thinking of other thoughts.

After hanging up the phone, Si Nanyuan still frowned. The new secretary asked, "what's the matter, general manager?"

"You go and prepare a car for me. Come on." After thinking about it, Si Nanyuan felt that he should go there by himself. First, for the safety of Lu Jingxiao. Second, in this case, the misunderstanding should be solved sooner or later.

The temple is on the outskirts of Qingshi. The scenery here is pleasant and the air environment is good. Many people come here to burn incense and worship Buddha. There are not many people today. Yang qianmei is relieved for the time being.

But there were not many people, and they didn't realize the people who had been following behind them.

Behind the vermilion door frame, a head came out. The man took off his sunglasses and showed a pair of extremely smart eyes.

It's Qiao Zhengjin. His eyes have been staring at the slim figure in front. He is wearing a white dress, and his skirt corners are fluttering in the wind.

"Sign and pray." Lu Jingxiao looked at the little monk who had been dozing next to her sincerely and said faintly.

The little monk is probably because there are not many people today. He has been listless. He opened his blurred eyes and said, "well, you can sign and pray in front."

Looking at the bright yellow futon, Lu Jingxiao walked slowly over, knelt down, straightened his waist and back, folded his hands, closed his eyes and bowed his head.

With the bell of the temple, Lu Jingxiao felt that she had completely integrated into this environment.

She didn't ask for anything else. Just as she thought in the hospital, she only hoped that the child she lost would be well and that she and Si Nanyuan would be happy and healthy in the future.

About ten minutes later, Lu Jingxiao opened her eyes, looked up at the Buddha figure in front of her, and thought that since she was so pious, her wish would come true.

The temple clock was sounded again. Lu Jingxiao felt that her heart had become unusually calm at the moment.

Yang qianmei looked at it. She suddenly felt mixed. She helped Lu Jingxiao up and said, "it's all right. Everything will pass."

From the heart, Yang qianmei felt that she was much luckier than Lu Jingxiao.

Thinking like this, she couldn't help looking at the Buddha above with gratitude.