The spring is beautiful and the sun is shining brightly, the No. 1 Prison in City A is here.
"No. 773, named Gu Mo, was sentenced to three years in prison for causing death by negligence. During the sentence, his sentence was reduced by one year due to his meritorious service. His sentence expired and he was released from prison today. This prison has notified his family one week in advance..."
The cold iron door slowly opened in front of him. Gu Mo stepped out and looked around. There was no one outside the door.
Sure enough, there should be no expectations.
Her nominal husband had not visited her once during her two years in prison. If possible, he would definitely hope that she could die in prison and never appear again.
The sun shone down through the washed fabric, and it was warm on her skin.
I closed my eyes and stood in the sun. I hadn't been exposed to the sun for a long time.
Fortunately, she still had some change with her, and there was a bus stop a hundred meters away. It wouldn't take long to get to the city, but she had to go back to Fang's house to get something first.
Half an hour later, standing at the door after two years of absence, she felt an indescribable tension in her heart.
Could that person be in the house? I didn't go to the prison today because I was too busy and was delayed by something?
The palms of my hands were slightly sweaty, and my fingerprints were entered correctly. The door suddenly opened and I pushed it inward.
Looking through the crack in the door, what came into view was a man and a woman. The two were very close. From the direction of the door, they looked like a pair of intimate lovers, embracing passionately.
Gu Mo's mouth froze.
The crack in the door opened wider and wider, and my heart became more and more uncomfortable, as if a hand was clutching the heart tightly, causing pain.
He was indeed very busy. He was so busy that he didn't come to the prison to see her for two years. He was so busy that he didn't even answer a phone call on the day of her accident. He was so busy that he didn't even come to see her for the last time on the day of the trial.
Today, Ming Media's wife was released from prison and he ignored her, but held a party for Bai Yueguang in his villa.
His busyness always varies from person to person.
Apparently the people in the house were alerted by the movement at the door, and they all turned their attention here.
Fang Zhixu turned his head, and the moment his eyes came into contact with Gu Mo, his pupils trembled subconsciously, and his eyes darkened slightly.
"Why are you back?"
He spoke tepidly, with no emotion audible, but the subtle expression on his face the moment he opened the door pierced Gu Mo's heart like a needle, densely packed.
Is this because he's afraid that if she stays too long, it will ruin his good deeds?
"Don't worry, I won't disturb you for too long. I'll be back to get your things."
The cold tone was completely different from before, and the surprised look on Fang Zhixu's face fleetingly disappeared. He looked up and down at the person in front of him, and frowned when he saw the worn-out cloth shoes.
"Change your shoes."
"dirty."
After lifting his feet in the air, Gu Mo looked at his shoes, which were in sharp contrast with the spotless floor. The irony is that none of the people in the room had changed into slippers.
Oh, does he think the shoes are dirty or does she think she is dirty?
Forget it, just grab your stuff and leave.
Bend down and reach for your shoes.
A familiar voice came from behind, "Sister Gu Mo, wear these pairs. I just bought them yesterday. They are new!"
At the back, Xia Li is wearing a wavy dress, her curvy figure is vividly outlined, the skin on her face can be broken by blowing, and her red lips are gorgeous. She must have been very moist in the past two years, right?
After all, red energy nourishes people.
Gu Mo looked at Xia Li coldly. She even had slippers. Does that mean she has moved in? It is clear that her husband is right in front of her, but why does she feel like she is the unnecessary one?
"Sister, now that you're back, don't worry about anything. Just change what you did wrong before..."
"I did nothing wrong, I didn't kill anyone!"
Gu Mo, who had been silent since entering, suddenly raised his voice and grabbed the pair of slippers. The sudden force caused Xia Li's hands to turn a little red. She lowered her head in embarrassment.
"what are you doing!?"
Fang Zhixu stepped forward to protect Xia Li behind him, his eyes wide with anger, as if he was really afraid of what the murderer in front of him would do.
"You did nothing wrong, so why is the evidence so conclusive!?"
Because she was framed!
Originally I just went to pick up a courier, but who knew I woke up and found myself in a strange room with a dead person next to me. Everything after that was so logical, no one would listen to a criminal suspect's excuse.
And it's still the same now.
She had already figured it out when she was in prison. Even if she didn't want such a husband, the position of Mrs. Fang's wife did not belong to her from the beginning.
Her heart cooled down little by little, and the remaining hope when she entered was completely extinguished. She lowered her head, changed into slippers, and spoke softly:
"Believe it or not."
This attitude made Fang Zhixu speechless, feeling depressed, and fixating his eyes on the person in front of him.
Hidden behind, Xia Li looked at Gu Mo like this, looking gloating.
So what if she was the first genius at A University Academy of Fine Arts? She was sent to jail two years ago! It's just that the court clearly sentenced him to three years, so why did he come back in two years? This bitch is really cheap.
In the blink of an eye, she calmed down her expression, and Xia Li walked out from behind Fang Zhixu, standing between the two of them, trying to smooth things over in an understanding way.
"Sister, you must be hungry. Come, eat something first."
He took Gu Mo's hand affectionately, but when it touched the rough fabric, he let go of it in disgust, and led him to the dining table, "Uncle Zhang, ask the kitchen to add a pair of dishes and chopsticks."
"By the way, let the kitchen bring out the soup made last night, as well as the dessert I asked the chef uncle to prepare. My sister will definitely like it."
Charlie acted like a hostess. After giving instructions to the housekeeper, she saw the people attending the party and explained gently: "Sister, don't be afraid. These sisters are here to attend my birthday party. They are all my friends."
Gu Mo's hand hanging on his right side gradually tightened. No wonder, it turned out to be a birthday party.
I still remember that in the past, she always prepared a table of meals early in order to let Fang Zhixu spend her birthday with her, and she only hoped that he would come back sometime before twelve o'clock. However, every time she was left alone to guard the empty room, and in the end she personally poured the meals she had prepared for the whole day into the trash can.
The funny thing is that he always attends every birthday of Xia Li, and thoughtfully prepares gifts and decorates the party venue, just like now.
Maybe this is true love. From the beginning, she was destined to lose in this bet.
"Hey, isn't this my sister-in-law who has been in prison for two years?!"
A harsh voice came from the side.
"You're actually back today? Why didn't sister-in-law inform us in advance?"
As soon as Gu Mo sat down, Fang Yuru walked out from behind. In the past, she tried her best to please this sister-in-law, but no matter what she did, she would never be satisfied. Now that she thought about it, she was probably born with bad luck?
Fang Yuru walked up to Gu Mo and placed the steak on the table in front of her, "Sister-in-law, you look thin. Are the things in the prison meant for human consumption? You haven't eaten meat for a long time, right?"
He then placed a plate of chicken wings on the table in front of Gu Mo, "We will get tired of these high-calorie foods. Here, eat them quickly!"
The action was like dismissing a beggar.
Without saying anything, Gu Mo picked up the knife and fork on one side and started eating. Fang Yuru and others chuckled and whispered in his ears.
"Sister, have you really been hungry for a long time?"
"Oh my God, how can she eat such a big piece of meat!?"
She didn't care at all. She couldn't even think about something like steak in prison. It was normal to be hungry and full inside.
Although family members can remit living expenses to the inmates, and the inmates can use the money to improve their food and living expenses, they are all canned goods that are about to expire, but she has never tasted that because she has never received a living allowance.
Fang Zhixu was sitting on the sofa not far away, his eyes fixed on Gu Mo, with a strong chill in his brown pupils.
Fang Yuru stood nearby with a malicious smile on her face, and poured mango juice from the container into a cup, "Sister-in-law, what do you usually do in prison!?"
Gu Mo didn't answer immediately. The meat in his mouth was chewed and swallowed, and juice was handed to him.
"Step on the sewing machine."
The bottom of the juice glass made a crisp sound when it touched the table. The air was quiet for two seconds, and then there was a burst of laughter from all around.
Fang Yuru laughed so hard she couldn't stand up, "Hahahaha, stepping on a sewing machine?! Is it the thing those aunts step on on the roadside?"
"Hahaha, that's so stupid, so funny!"
"Xiaoru, don't talk about sister like that."
Xia Li spoke in good faith to smooth things over, but there was a hint of ridicule quietly at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes held a trace of contempt when they touched Gu Mo.
However, Gu Mo still ate the food in front of him without changing his expression.
Seeing that Gu Mo didn't respond, Fang Yuru raised her lips and said, "Sister-in-law, while you were working on the sewing machine, Sister Xia Li has become a supermodel."
"Xiaoru, please stop talking, it will disturb my sister's meal."
However, Fang Yuru became even more unscrupulous, "Isn't this just a small talk? Sister Xia Li, you are the one who wants to wear 'Sunset' in an international magazine. It doesn't matter if you let me talk about it."
"Sunset?"
The hand that was cutting the steak stopped. Gu Mo, who had been eating, suddenly raised his head and interrupted, his expression slightly stunned. However, this look happened to fall in Fang Yuru's eyes. She raised her chin high and pointed her nostrils at Gu Mo.
"Of course you wouldn't know it inside!"
"This 'Sunset' is the work of top designer WE. They are participating in the selection of some international awards these days! There is only one like this in the world."
Charlie's sisters were all envious, "Baby Charlie, you are so awesome, aren't you? You can even get WE's designs?"
Charlie was embarrassed by the praise and lowered her head shyly, "Oh, don't say it. It was Ah Xu's help that allowed me to borrow a dress like the 'Sunset'."
After saying that, he looked at Fang Zhixu affectionately on the side, his admiration almost coming out.
Gu Mo looked away, looked at the food in front of him, and cut the steak vigorously as if to vent his anger. She once asked Fang Zhixu for help because of a dress she liked very much, but Fang Zhixu only replied to her with four words: You are not worthy.
In fact, Zongzong had already shown signs before that Fang Zhixu didn't like her at all, but why didn't she understand at that time?
