I Wish Mo All the Best

Hearing what Qianmo said, Mu Feifei could see the greed in Qianmo's eyes without being a professional.

"I don't know Lin Xiang... I may not be able to convey these words to you—Momo, why are you laughing?" Mu Feifei was so laughed at by her daughter that she even forgot to lie.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't know each other, I'll find a way from other places." Qianmo grabbed her bag and wrapped it up. She had achieved her goal and could retreat.

If she didn't leave, Qianmo was afraid that she would not be able to help but laugh out loud in the face of Mu Feifei's ridiculous expression of greed.

"Then, wait for your mother's call!" Mu Feifei was now focused on making a fortune as Qianmo said.

She immediately went back to figure out how to let Lin Xiang grasp this huge wealth, and also to investigate whether what Qianmo said was true.

What needs to be done has been done, and it will be up to Dad, Lin Xiang and Mu Feifei will take the bait sooner or later.

Qianmo never procrastinated when doing things. After checking the time, it was still early before the agreed time to return to school.

She took a taxi to the wedding house her father bought for her. There were some personal items for her and the most important thing was her passbook, which she had to get back.

As soon as Qianmo approached the door, she saw a young woman with a child, who was stopping in front of her door and seemed to be saying something.

"Mom, I want to live here." The child looked about four or five years old.

That young woman could be in her twenties, her eyes were swollen and she looked like she had cried.

"We can't afford to live here, dear, I'm going to look elsewhere with my mother."

The woman dragged the child to leave.

The child looked back frequently, as if he was a bit reluctant to part with the beautiful two-story building in front of him.

The house under Qianmo's name has just had its walls painted, and children who don't understand the value of houses feel that this house looks cleaner than the surrounding ones.

Seeing Qianmo approaching, the woman smiled at her awkwardly. There was a dimple on her face. Qianmo squinted her eyes. This woman is...

inmates.

Wang Ziying, six years older than Qianmo, is a girl with a softer personality. She is often bullied inside, and she almost got her head grabbed by the elder sister. Qianmo saved her. From then on, she clings to Qianmo all the year round. Became Qianmo's little follower.

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

Qianmo is an absolutely special existence in it. Those groups of forces usually fight openly and secretly, but when it comes to Qianmo, everything has to revolve around her. She seems to be a loner but no one dares to offend her. If this kind of cowardly woman doesn't want to be bullied, the best way is to follow Qianmo.

Mo Mo, I will give you the chicken legs, Mo Mo, I will give you all the delicious food, Mo Mo, you eat...

In Qianmo's mind, there seemed to be an image of Wang Ziying sitting opposite her, carefully giving her the rare meat.

In the beginning, Wang Ziying was indeed looking for an umbrella to get close to Qianmo, but after getting along for a long time, she was really loyal to Qianmo. When Qianmo was about to go out, the most cowardly woman did not shed a single tear, and held Qianmo's hand with a smile. The hand said don't come back, the chicken drumsticks outside are better than the inside.

Who said that prisoners have no friendship, at that moment, looking at the lonely back of Ziying, Qianmo's eyes were also red.

Wang Ziying didn't know about Qianmo's memories. She grabbed her son and wanted to leave quickly. Qianmo saw her back, her slender body supporting too much weight, just like what she saw in her previous life.

Counting the time, it should be several months before Wang Ziying committed the crime.

In the previous life, after Wang Ziying divorced, she took her son to live a difficult life. Finally, her life became more stable. Her ex-husband approached her and threatened her.

At first it was stalking, and later she blatantly broke into the house and demanded to get back together after failing to do it. She resisted but failed.

From then on, there was no peace, and she had to live under the shadow of her ex-husband every day. One day, her ex-husband broke in and grabbed the child and threatened her to push the child off if she didn't remarry. This woman who had been honest all her life finally fought back.

Qianmo had heard many versions of these things in her previous life, each with its own misfortunes, and the final ending was similar, both sides suffered losses.

Wang Ziying is very typical. There is a proper term in criminal psychology, "Battered Woman Syndrome".

When oppressed to the extreme and there is no way out, using violence to control violence is a dead end and no choice for these women.

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

Regardless of the reason, it is not worth advocating to use violence to control violence. This kind of practice is definitely not worth advocating and must be eliminated, but for Wang Ziying at that time, there was no way out.

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

"Hey, Mommy will cook chicken drumsticks for you when I get paid tomorrow."

Drumstick, the word symbolizing friendship, awakened Qianmo from her memories, and Qianmo spoke without hesitation.

"Are you going to rent a house?"

Three minutes later, an anxious Wang Ziying led her son to sit in Qianmo's living room. The leather sofa made her a little uneasy, so she awkwardly hugged her son on her lap, fearing that the child would sit on someone else's sofa.

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

"That's a warehouse. There's no water or toilet in it, so there's no way to live in it." Qianmo looked carefully at her former servant.

It was found that she was not abnormal except a little haggard, and there was no injury on her face. It seemed that her scumbag ex-husband hadn't been found yet.

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

"I'm in college. This house was given to me by my father as a wedding room. It's a pity that the house is empty if I can't get married. I'll rent it to you at a cheaper price."

"One month...two hundred yuan, the two bedrooms downstairs plus the kitchen and toilet are all for you, and the bedroom upstairs is reserved for me to come back to live." Qianmo thought about walking this way by herself, and saw someone posting an advertisement, which seemed to be the price .

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

Qianmo thought it was too expensive, "The property doesn't need to pay for the 150 packs of water and electricity."

What? ! Wang Ziying felt that she might have won the lottery. Those people outside who didn’t bring any furniture cost two hundred a month. The building she rented with Lin Xiang’s mother and son cost five hundred a month for one room. I gave her a floor, and only charged two hundred?

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

Finally, don’t lose the recommendation ticket this week, and carry out the first one to the end~