In the vast sea of people, how did she find the uncle who helped her from the more than 500 eligible people Mu Jinjin was troubled.
She really wanted to know who this person who gave her charcoal in the snow was, so she asked again: "Think about it again, think about it again, think about it again if there are any other characteristics" "No, there's no Miss, that gentleman is just an ordinary middle-aged man, Miss."
The officer stammered, hesitantly.
The officer gave the gut feeling that he was lying.
But Mu Jinjin did not suspect that he was lying to himself, but nodded in conviction.
The reason why she believes in this police officer so much may be because of her natural trust in the police force, or maybe it is because her physical and mental exhaustion at the moment is much worse than her usual reaction ability.
She nodded in acquiescence and didn't ask about these things again, but looked at the police officer with a far-fetched smile and said to him, "Then trouble you, if it's okay, you can go out first."
"Then miss, you have breakfast slowly, if you need anything, you can press the bell at the head of the bed to find us in" "Hmm."
"Goodbye, Miss Lister."
"Goodbye, Miss Lister."
The two officers said goodbye to her in unison, then left the cell together, closing the door.
Mu Jinjin looked at the closed door and sighed, then turned his head to look back at the food on the table, feeling full of sorrow.
She really didn't expect that she would fall into such a field, and someone would bring her food and the best ointment.
I really don't know who the person who helped her in the shadows will be.
She guessed that the man must have been kind What she didn't expect was that when the police officer pronounced the word jo at the beginning, she would reflexively think of that man, and think of the man who was desperate to the extreme.
It's funny to think about it now.
After all, how could he possibly let the police take care of her, and how could he give her the best ointment.
She guessed that at this moment he was hugging his beautiful and gentle Lixue and having time She guessed that the two of them were hugging each other at the moment, making fun of her, a stupid girl who was suffering and humiliated in prison She opened her mouth wide and nibbled on a big bite of bacon roll, which was supposed to be crispy, but when it entered her mouth, it became bitter for some reason, as bitter as medicine.
She put down the bacon roll and looked down at the bacon roll, only to find that it was her own tears that dripped onto the lettuce leaves of the bacon roll, and the small tears were blending side by side.
It turned out that tears were dripping down it.
No wonder it's so bitter.
She thought to herself.
Three days later.
Mu Jinjin sat on the iron bed in a set of yellow and white prisoner's clothes, holding a mirror in his right hand and stroking the air bangs on his forehead with his left hand, and examining the wound on his forehead by the dim light of the room.
She found that the wound on her forehead was completely healed, there was not a single scar left on it, and it was smoother and softer than ever.
She looked at her smooth and soft forehead, and thought to herself that that medicine was really a miracle medicine, and that it would heal her wounds in just three days.
If she had switched to regular medicine, it would have taken two weeks for her wound to scab over, and it would have left unsightly flesh marks.
Mu Jinjin let go of the hand holding the bangs and placed the mirror on the edge of the bed. oshow7 t1706231537: