My Best Wife

Chapter 1162

Li Xiaoxiao was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes gradually dimmed. She didn't know that what Wang Xia said was right. They couldn't take this risk. No one knew what would happen after so many years. They can only eliminate all possibilities from now on.

But thinking of killing a life with his own hands, and being Zheng Mingjie who was once the same as his siblings, Li Xiaoxiao still couldn't help but shiver. She knew that Zheng Mingjie deserved it, but when she thought of the terrible scene of death, she instinctively felt that it was unbearable.

"Furthermore, if you really let him squat for more than ten or twenty years, then you two should have a family and children. If the object of his harm is not you, but your closest and beloved person, can you bear it? Wang Xia looked at them, "You may think I am cruel, but first you must consider whether your opponent can be kind."

Fang Zhiqiang was startled, and he immediately thought of the scene of Zheng Mingjie lurking in the corridor on the day of the incident. If Zheng Mingjie was more courageous, instead of intending to retaliate against him and run away, what kind of situation his father would face is really unthinkable. .

If his elderly father, Li Xiaoxiao, Wang Xia, anyone he cares about, were to be hurt, Fang Zhiqiang would not dare to think about it, nor would he dare to take this risk.

"I'll find a way to get him to admit in court that his motive was to kill." Fang Zhiqiang gritted his teeth and said. At this point, his hatred with Zheng Mingjie is far from a conflict of interests. From the moment Zheng Mingjie swung the knife at him, they were destined to never die.

Li Xiaoxiao did not speak, but tears quietly fell.

"Save your tears, Xiaoxiao. He is no longer your brother Mingjie." Wang Xia said calmly, "From the time he started plotting on Yamei, everything you did when you were in a coma, and the opponent The knife was cut, even before that. The heavy price you paid to this day was caused by him."

"I know... I just, I don't understand why it was like this in the end." Li Xiaoxiao choked sadly, "It always feels like we are murdering him with our own hands."

"That's better than letting him kill us. And he is taking the blame, we are just protecting ourselves." Wang Xia said lightly.

In the end, Fang Zhiqiang made a call and went out. In fact, the fact that things have evolved to this point is far beyond his expectation. As Li Xiaoxiao said, it feels like he is about to kill a life by himself, even if that person is Zheng Mingjie. But he still felt a complex emotion that he couldn't tell. But sometimes the world is cruel and far beyond people's imagination. In order to protect yourself and protect the people you care about, you sometimes face many possible choices.

Zheng Mingjie is stubbornly stubborn every minute and every second. If he didn't know that the court would be held tomorrow, he would hardly be able to survive. He really wanted to die.

But what about the court, anyway, prison is inevitable, and it is not a day or two, but a long decades.

Last time the lawyer came again, Rory talked to him for a long time, the story of injury is different from deliberate killing, but he comforted him that he would be saved anyway, and he would not be sentenced to death, but jail time is certain of. Tell him to remember that he must not admit that it was a deliberate murder, only that it was a temporary impulse to retaliate, and he was ready to stabbing a few times and ran away, never thinking of killing.

"How long should I sit for such a sentence?" Zheng Mingjie asked the lawyer directly at that time.

Hesitation flashed across the lawyer's face, and then said, "It depends on the court's verdict, but it may be about 20 years."

"What if it is intentional murder? Is it a direct sentence of death or life?" Zheng Mingjie asked the lawyer coldly.

The lawyer hurriedly said: "Because the other party's injury is not serious, I will try my best to defend. Mr. Zheng, if you have a good guilty plea, you will also be less serious. It is estimated that it will be more than 30 years. According to actual implementation, It should also be around 20 years."

"Fuck you!" Zheng Mingjie stood up at the time and threw himself directly in front of the lawyer with handcuffs and shackles: "That's 20 or 30 years, tell me what the difference is! I might as well kill him directly!" The lawyer's notebook spread on the desk was swept away by him.

"Mr. Zheng, calm down, we try our best to strive for a lighter sentence. Less is a case." The lawyer said helplessly.

"You **** brainless? No matter how I recognize it, the final sentence is the same! What's the point of beeping with me for a long time?" Zheng Mingjie shouted hysterically, "If you **** can't defend, tell my dad to change Come here alone!"

The prison guard rushed over to stop him, and then brought him back to the prison, while the lawyer did not say a word, picked up what had fallen on the ground, patted the dust and left.

Zheng Mingjie didn’t understand life or death, why he would end up in this situation. He would dream that he was still going in and out of nightclubs and luxury hotels in a suit and leather shoes. But when he opened his eyes, he saw narrow, damp, dark cells everywhere. It was a smelly smell. Those people were rude and disgusting. The most important thing was that he was not their opponent at all.

On the first day when he came here, Zheng Mingjie had a good meal. He was used to enjoying it, and he was covered with famous brands, but he was stared at after he came in. The cell head took everyone with him, and he was completely stripped by holding him down. Except for the close-fitting, even the belt to the shoes were divided up.

When did Zheng Mingjie suffer such a humiliation and humiliation, he rushed forward to fight his life with the cell head, but with a wave of the cell head, Zheng Mingjie couldn't react at all. He was covered with a torn sheet and immediately greeted him with fists and feet like rain. Zheng Mingjie howled miserably like killing a pig: "Help! It's killing!"

"Damn, dare to call!" The head of the cell heard, "Keep hitting me until you are satisfied."

As a result, when the guard heard the movement coming over, what he saw was Zheng Mingjie's body was naked and only pants and socks were left. His snow-white body was blue and purple, and he couldn't stand still and was dragged by a few people. He hurriedly asked: "What's going on? You guys, I warn you, don't let me go private, otherwise all will be confined!"

"No!" The head of the prison who had been brave and brave all of a sudden smiled like a flower: "Reporting the discipline, the new prisoner said that he was going to take a bath, but he fell over the pool. We saw righteousness and bravely helped him over."

Just as Zheng Mingjie was about to speak, the cell head suddenly gave a sullen look, and a voice beside him said gloomily in his ear: "Just warming up, if you dare to give a small report, you will know why the flowers are so red at night."

Zheng Mingjie trembled in pain, with tears in his eyes. For a long time he could only say one sentence: "I fell and was helped by them."