Chapter 430: better son

Chapter 430 It's better to be a son

Li Qiao was troubled again, she decided to help the woman, she said: "How should the sentence be like this?"

Mao Yawen glanced back at the door, and whispered: "The relationship dispute will be given a lighter sentence. I have inquired about this case. I will not die. I will be sentenced to ten or twenty years. Good performance can reduce the sentence."

"Ten or twenty years? Can't she become an old woman after she comes out? Who will take care of her husband's illness? If I say that a woman is self-defense, at most it is considered improper handling of the corpse. I will ask the professor of the law school when I go back to school tomorrow. Can you ask someone to defend the woman's innocence?"

Mao Yawen also sympathized. As a doctor, the deceased didn't want to treat people, but used his position to bully the lower class. "you try."

Li Qiao: "There is a doctor beside me with superb medical skills. Where is that woman's husband?"

"Her husband came to the capital a while ago and said that he would wait for the woman to finish her sentence. I will contact you later." Mao Yawen and Li Qiao discussed the time and place of their next meeting, teased the child for a while, and left.

Li Qiao sent her to the door, and when the other party went away, she closed the courtyard door and said to Qin Jin: "You have heard the case just now. Hey, the girl is too miserable. Fortunately, I didn't have a daughter. In case the girl meets you This kind of person is ruined forever."

Qin Jin: "You can't trust a woman's one-sided words."

Li Qiao: "...Forensic doctors can roughly deduce the circumstances of the fight based on the injuries of the deceased. Sister Yawen said clearly again that the woman's dictation must be the result of many interviews and investigations. Why can't you believe it? Are you sharing with a man? love?"

Qin Jin: "." Why did he suddenly mention it? "Don't accuse me indiscriminately."

Li Qiao snorted and squatted in front of Qin Baobao: "Baby, if your father has another woman in the future, I won't date him. Who are you dating?"

"dad."

Li Qiao panicked and stammered: "You you you"

Qin Jin was extremely proud: "It's better to be a son, knowing that he is facing me. Your mother is making trouble for no reason, right?"

Baby Qin was asleep at this time, he raised his head vigorously and wanted to sit up.

Qin Jin helped him, and he touched his chest.

Qin Jin took out his wallet: "You mean daddy is rich, follow daddy?" Love money at such a young age, it's incredible.

Qin Baobao held the wallet with his small hands, and held it in front of Li Qiao.

Li Qiao smiled: "Oh, you follow your father, and then get him to give me money."

"Um!"

Qin Jin: "White-eyed wolf! I love you so much, yet you're just using me."

Baby Qin pointed to the wallet, then to himself, then to the sky, and then grabbed the black cotton boots on his feet.

Qin Jin suddenly understood: "You boy, do you think my money will be yours sooner or later?"

Baby Qin: "Yes."

Li Qiao's stomach hurts from laughing.

Qin Jin was out of breath, little white-eyed wolf. "I want to have another daughter!"

Li Qiao: "If you are a son again, there will be two coveting your money."

The child let out an ah, expressing his approval.

Qin Jin: "."

In the afternoon, when the children were sleeping, Li Qiao came to the courtyard that was originally used as a clothing factory to look for Mrs. Qin.

After the garment factory was put into use, this side was vacant.

Qin Jin asked someone to do a simple decoration. Because the new furniture has a taste, the family plans to move again next year when it is warmer. Mrs. Qin kept flowers in the wing room here, and came here to play with them from time to time.

"Here is Qiao Qiao, is the child asleep yet?" Mrs. Qin looked up at Li Qiao, and then trimmed the flowering branches.

"Just fell asleep." Li Qiao started to arrange the flower stands in the room.

Li Qiao cut a bunch of flowers by the way and took it.

"To whom?"

Li Qiao: "Aunt Xue, I have something to do with her later."

When it was dark, Li Qiao came to Xue's house with a bouquet of flowers.

Nan Chuyi was especially happy to receive the flowers: "It's so beautiful, um, it smells so good. Your grandma is really capable. She can grow flowers in winter."

Jiang Wanqiu was disdainful: "The house is heated, just put two pots and it will bloom. Why do you need to plant?"

Nan Chuyi: "Why don't you put two pots in the house?" When the old lady Qin bought flower seedlings earlier, she followed her and planted them, but they withered soon after. She took Li Qiao upstairs and put the flowers into a vase. Then he said, "Why are you looking for me?"

Li Qiao smiled: "You can't hide anything from you." She explained the reason.

The first day of the southern junior high school readily responded.

...

The next day when Li Qiao returned to school, Nan Chuyi came to find her during lunch break, and she drove him to a teahouse not far from the criminal investigation team.

Mao Yawen was already waiting there. She introduced the man beside her and said, "This is Tian Yan's husband Wu Lihui."

"Hello." Li Qiao greeted, observing the other party without any trace.

Wearing a thick mask, he looks quite honest, perhaps because he is very restrained in the face of an unfamiliar environment.

His complexion is poor, his spirit is low, he is very thin, and his body is not in good condition.

Wu Lihui had already heard from Mao Yawen that Li Qiao was going to help them. "Are you Consultant Li? It's true that at such a young age, talented people emerge from generation to generation. Thank you for wanting to help Yanzi."

Li Qiao said: "If the result fails to meet your expectations, I hope you don't blame me."

"Hey, I don't blame you." He didn't blame anyone but their own bad luck.

Li Qiao said again: "This is the doctor I invited for you, surnamed Nan."

Wu Lihui saw that Nan Chuyi was about the same age as Li Qiao, and felt uneasy. Thinking that he came here on purpose, he should thank him if he cared, and immediately took out the medical records.

Nan Chuyi: "No need." She asked the other party to hold out her hand, and then felt the pulse. "You have liver disease, and you have symptoms since last year. Do you often have poor appetite, poor energy, and want to vomit?"

"Yes, doctor, you are amazing. I went to a big hospital, and they checked me again and again, and finally confirmed that it was liver disease. Several hospitals said that there was no cure, and I could only take medicine to control it, but I still felt uncomfortable after taking the medicine. I Can this be cured?"

Nan Chuyi: "Your illness, I have no good solution for you for a while, I have to read the book when I get home. I hope you will stay in the capital these few days and not leave."

"I don't intend to leave, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to find me. You can tell me a place, and I will look for it at your time." Wu Lihui said.

Nan Chuyi didn't answer his question, but said: "I just tested your pulse, and found that you are still a little bit cold, and the place is definitely not good. Your physical condition needs to be full of food, drink, and warm clothes. I have some money here , you can live in a better place, and don’t treat yourself badly for food, but you should eat something easy to digest.”

Li Qiao also took out his own money when he saw this.

Wu Lihui was very moved.

There are still good people in the world. He is in a difficult situation now, just when he needs help, he didn't refuse, and said after accepting the money. "thank you all."

Mao Yawen took him to re-register the new residence.

Li Qiao took two slightly flawed men's padded jackets from the factory and handed them to Mao Yawen to convey them on her behalf. Then I met with the counselor, and through him, I got to know the professor of the law school.

Professor was very interested in the case when he heard it.

Promise to defend the perpetrator, but innocence is impossible.

From ten to twenty years to one and a half years, it is possible to postpone the implementation.

(end of this chapter)

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