I Wish Mo All the Best

　　 The man sleeping on the bed like a dead pig has turned into a giant sweet potato. Mu Mianmian wants to give him a few more feet on the ground.

　　 No, tomorrow I must ask him a clear question, who the **** is this girl, why did he open her room with other women!

　　 But it didn’t seem fair to judge him. It’s not fair to sentence him. The saddest thing in the world is that people are still alive and their money is gone, and their family is still waiting for capital turnover, so this passbook...

Mu Mianmian struggled with the passbook for a long time. After biting her teeth, she withdrew 200 yuan from the cash on the side of the passbook. She would spend a small sum tomorrow and buy 200 yuan for the little clothes to be worn inside. Time to change...

　　Hum, the negative heart is not clear, she is the big one! This is not that she was reluctant to spend flowers, Mu Mianmian tried to find reasons for herself.

　　 didn't know that Auntie had violent emotional fluctuations last night, and the next morning, Auntie went to revenge on society with a "big money".

Chen Baichuan was gone, and I didn’t know whether to go to the factory or where to go. At home, Qian Mo and Xiao Hei were two. Qian Mo only went to the police after having breakfast with Xiao Hei. Bureau.

　　 The police station had been greeted for a long time, and Ximiao soon saw Xia Fumeng after submitting his ID.

　　 The girl stayed in it for a day, as if not affected at all, and brought her a sweet smile, just to see her true face and then taste this laugh, it will make people shudder.

　　 After seeing the silence, Xia Fumeng was a little surprised, but he quickly calmed down.

　　 "Sister, you are a note."

　　 "No, I'm a quasi-police officer. Also, don't think it's cool to learn a few clichés with a TV series. I ask you, do you know how the note came from?"

　　 quietly pulled open the chair and sat across from her, leaving Xiaohe with the police station outside.

　　 Xia Fumeng thought that Qian Mo came to be her "psychological counseling", and had long thought of various silent methods, but did not expect that Qian Mo would not press the signboard.

　　 "Why should I tell you?" Xia Fumeng's thoughts were interrupted.

He smiled quietly, "Because you don't know. I'll tell you that this appellation with obvious derogatory terms originated in Hong Kong films. The gangsters over there were called and asked to answer yessir (yes, sir ), and in Cantonese, sir is similar to the sound of a snake, and the snake is a long strip, so it is said that the little sister, you don’t know these and come out to mix, too tender."

　　Xia Fumeng had never been afraid since she came in. She read the Law on the Protection of Minors and knew that what she did would not pay a price. There was no fear of it, and she even looked down on these uniforms from her heart.

　　What's so great? With a meager salary and doing the dangerous work of exhausting people, working hard for a year is not enough to make a bag for her foolish mother.

　　Because Xia Fumeng looked down on these people, all the police officers who asked her to ask questions and talk with each other yesterday in an attempt to open the inner code of this cold and frightening girl hit the wall without exception.

　　 The result came out silently, effectively hitting her heart.

　　 "I know what these are doing? When I eat? When I spend money? No" She refuted the silence.

He shrugged silently, "At least you won't be laughed at, no culture is terrible, you know, what you are doing is not as good as ants, the beggars on the road are stronger than you, you are the humblest existence in this world, of course We also have a more appropriate adjective to say you-social dross."

Several of the brothers watching outside saw her saying this, and on the one hand, they felt hearty—everyone was mocked by the terrible little girl inside. To be honest, if it wasn’t for professional conduct, everyone wanted to beat her, too angry. Too.

　　On the other hand, I felt that Qian Mo was too daring to say.

　　 Xia Fumeng was irritated. She sat up straight, no longer had an expression of carelessness looking down on her face, full of anger. As soon as she saw her expression, she knew that she had succeeded.

Anger will weaken IQ. Although this little girl is poisonous, she has little experience. If she is a few years later, she will definitely not be so easy to bite, but the quiet will not give her the opportunity to continue to grow. If this girl is now The anti-S society thinking is already a cancerous tumor, and Xiaomo will have to make the scalpel to cut off the lesion.

　　The law is difficult to punish minors, but she can interfere with the child as a psychotherapist and continue to deteriorate.

　　 "Who do you think you are? You are just my defeat, you can't see my disguise, what are you qualified to say me?"

"What qualifications do I have? Well, let me tell you what qualifications I have, Xia Fumeng, I am a mind-reader, don't you pretend to be playing with the IQ of all people, then dare you listen to me to your heart Analysis?"

　　 "Ha, where are you a **** expert? Do you think I'm scared of that set of stupid things?"

　　 was quiet and unhurried. She snapped her fingers and her assistant pushed the door in and handed over the paper and pen—yes, the assistant was Yu Changmu.

"Come on, I will show you your growth experience." Qian Mo's qinqi paintings and calligraphy have a place to use, and they are very good~www.NovelMTL.com~ Before she came, she thought about how to break through the child's psychology Defensive line, it is true that this is a cold and ruthless minor who lacks shame and responsibility, but after all, he has not grown up and wants to communicate with his children.

　　Now that information is well developed, all children are precocious and have a versatile network, some reason chicken soup these children talk more slippery than adults, so I thought about this way of keeping pace with the times.

　　 uses the curiosity of children. The curiosity of minors is a double-edged sword. If you use the wrong place, you will make mistakes. If you use it properly, you can scrape the bone and cure the poison.

　　 Sure enough, Xia Fumeng was attracted to Qian Mo, although she still had disdain on her face, but her eyes were already staring at the silent paper and pen, wanting to see what she drew.

　　 Assistant Xiaohei gave away the pen and paper, and Zhengda brightly refused to leave, ignoring the envious eyes of the brothers outside.

　　Hey, what do you draw in it? People want to see it.

　　 Several brothers looked at each other, "Is it time to ask? Is the principle of avoidance involved?"

　　 "Yu Shao, who is not an editor, went in."

　　 So... Brother and I added up to each other, and the non-staff were all licking their faces and claiming that the assistant had mixed in. Why should they stand outside and be greedy?

　　 Go around, go in and go in.

　　 quietly drew her cartoons, still talking in his mouth, "Thank you my father for sending me all these piano, calligraphy, painting and calligraphy since my childhood, Xiaohei, am I very talented?"

　　 "Yes." Assistant said honestly.

Qianmo drew a cartoon doll, her style is a bit like a simple day man, the people drawn are very beautiful, a good-looking little girl sits next to the piano, there are various specialties on the side, there are chess, there are Peacock dance.

　　 These are the medals she saw in the cupboard last night.