In Qinzhou No. 3 Prison, Qiao Mengzhe sat in front of the phone. On the other side of the glass was Qing Hu, who had been helping him for a long time.
One month of prison life made him look very haggard, and his eyes were covered with thick gray. The original suit and leather shoes had become the gray prison uniform at this moment, and his face was as radiant as before. Qinghu's face was forbearing, looking at his past
The boss has mixed feelings in his heart.
The two pretended to be visiting each other and chatted about news about their relatives. After the patrolling prison guard walked away, Qiao Mengzhe took the opportunity to ask: "How is he doing lately?" This cold greeting was not for his father, Qiao Yuncheng.
, but to Qiao Ye, the cousin who personally sent him to prison.
Fearing that prison guards were around and that the phone might be monitored, Qinghu simply answered his master's question, "I'm living quite comfortably, everything is in order." Thinking of this Qinghu became furious, and Qiao Ye took back the branch in one fell swoop.
He enjoys himself at home with his wife and children, while his master spends all day in prison undergoing rehabilitation. He has lost his freedom, and the term is actually ten years.
Qiao Ye was living a good life. Qiao Mengzhe knew this without asking. He was full of hatred in his heart, wishing he could turn into an innocent soul and fly out of the prison to strangle Qiao Ye to death.
He lamented and asked casually: "How long will it take to celebrate the New Year?" The New Year celebration is meaningless to him, because he will stay here for ten years, and then if he goes out, he will be like a bad guy in the countryside.
Well, but for a happy person like Qiao Ye, celebrating the New Year is still very important.
Qinghu replied: "Exactly one and a half months." The winter in Qinzhou is not cold. From the heat of summer, to the coolness of autumn, to the slight coolness of winter, the transition is not very obvious, and time always passes in the blink of an eye.
Qiao Mengzhe raised his head and looked at the sky, only to realize that he could hardly see outside the prison. He observed that the prison guards on both sides did not approach, and said to Qinghu: "It's almost done. You can find someone to make arrangements."
"Okay." Qinghu finally got the order from the master of power, and finally got a chance to let out a bad breath.
Qiao Mengzhe reminded again: "He has a master bodyguard by his side now, so be careful." All the people sent to kidnap him last time were killed, which shows the skill and cold-bloodedness of that person.
Qinghu looked around cautiously and replied in a low voice: "I know, I will find the most suitable opportunity to strike." After a brief moment, he didn't believe that the bodyguard could protect Qiao Ye at all times.
"If you don't have enough money, go to Meng Jiao, just say it's my wish, and she will give it to you." Now that he is in trouble, he can only rely on his sister's savings to support him.
"Yes, I understand." It's just some equipment money, which won't be used much.
Qiao Mengzhe's eyes were full of resentment, and he said coldly: "It's best to arrange it on the first day of the new year. I will give this great gift to my second uncle." Qiao Liancheng, you father and son have gone too far to bully others and insist on driving me away, so I will let you go.
Have a good year. Qiao Ye, it’s worth trading your life for ten years.
"Okay, please wait for my news." The visiting time had come, and Qinghu could not stay any longer. He handed over the things he brought to the prison guard, took a deep look at his master, and left the call room.
Qiao Mengzhe wanted to add Qiao Ye's two children, but thinking that his people would definitely act according to circumstances, he let him go. The prison guard reminded him behind him to go back to the cell. Qiao Mengzhe stood up and walked back slowly and heavily.
Walk.
A month and a half is not far away. There is light and darkness, let the darkness swallow up all the happiness.