The tax deducted from the monthly publishing fee makes her feel the most pain.
Aren’t all the taxes she paid used to support these civil servants?
The little policeman curled his lips contemptuously, "What kind of work do you do to earn money and pay taxes, and you feel aggrieved?"
This sentence completely pissed off Zhao Qingqing. She pointed at the little policeman's face and asked angrily: "Tell me clearly, what kind of job am I doing?"
I was kidnapped and escaped death, and then I was caught as a young lady. It was already rough, and now I am still being insulted and looked down upon.
Ren, who was always afraid of causing trouble, couldn't help it anymore.
"Stop screaming here, go back and squat." The little policeman pushed Zhao Qingqing toward the corner with the electric baton in his hand.
Zhao Qingqing staggered two steps, stood firm, and waved away the little policeman's electric baton, "Don't touch me, I'm not a criminal, I didn't break the law."
"You dare to attack the police?" The young policeman was outraged, as was the other female policeman who was guarding him. "Send him to solitary confinement."
As they said this, they called a few policemen from outside and dragged Zhao Qingqing into a separate small interrogation room and locked her up.
"You arrest people randomly and don't even investigate." Zhao Tongxiao's dissatisfied voice echoed in the corridor.
Another day has passed, and for Mu Mu, every minute and every second is torture.
Because she really couldn't find a reason to reassure herself.
Nowadays, communications are so advanced that even if she runs away and has no money to return and her mobile phone is out of battery, even if she asks one by one on the road, there will always be someone willing to lend her a phone to call her.
"Something must have happened to her."
The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt. I just lay down and sat up again.
She hurried out of the room, and when she raised her eyes, she stopped in her tracks.
The man was lying on the old-fashioned sofa, curled up in a posture that made people feel uncomfortable, but he was sleeping soundly.
He was very alert even when he was asleep. When she came out just now, his footsteps were so loud that he didn't wake up. It seemed that he was really tired.
Mu Mu couldn't help but get up lightly, walked to Lu Yifan, and looked at him with lowered eyes.
Since he was facing away from the coffee table and leaning sideways, she could only see half of his sleeping face.
She pulled away the blanket that Zhao Qingqing had used to cover his legs at night, bent down, and carefully covered him.
Being so close, you can clearly hear his even breathing.
This wasn't the first time I'd seen him sleeping, this time I was actually a little entranced.
"What good do I do? I'm of no use at all."
Mu Mu muttered in a low voice, turned around and sat on a small piece of carpet on the ground, leaning against the sofa with his back, one leg bent, and his arm lazily resting on his knee.
She desperately wanted to go out to find Zhao Qingqing, but if she went out in the middle of the night, Lu Yifan would definitely be anxious if she didn't see her when he woke up.
In fact, without his help, she would just be running around like a headless fly when she went out.
In the small living room, there were two people, one sitting and one lying down, one with his eyes open and the other with his eyes closed.
Gradually, the eyelids of the sitting person also closed heavily.
Although the years are not quiet, neither of them had any dreams that night.
Early the next morning, the birds flew on the branches and the sun rose into the sky. Mu Mu smelled the fragrance of oil in his sleep.
She turned over first, then realized something was wrong, so she opened her eyes, turned over and sat up quickly.
I looked around, when did you get up on the bed?
"Stab!" The sound of something being put into the frying pan came from outside again.
