Mrs. Amnesia: The CEO chased her thousands of times

Women's prison, library.

"Hey!" A naughty and arrogant figure came over and pressed a copy of Kazuo Inamori's "How to Live" on the table, "Borrow a book!"

No. 35 waited for Jiang Yuman to raise her head and when their eyes met, he pursed his lips and whistled at her.

Jiang Yuman pointed the barcode on the back of the book at the radio frequency scanner, filled in the borrowing information on the computer, then buried her head and whispered to No. 35: "That's it."

"I heard you're going out tomorrow?" No. 35 put one hand on the table and half-bowed towards Jiang Yuman. She has a high nose bridge, fair skin, short men's hair, and the handsomeness of a scumbag.

Jiang Yuman was staring at her with hair all over her body.

A week ago, the prison guard handed Jiang Yuman a "Parole Application" to fill out. Unexpectedly, she saw her name on this month's parole list today. She was secretly happy. Her luck in the past few years was so bad that she even shook her head when looking at the sneaky people who took pleasure in playing tricks on humans. Recently, they may have bottomed out, and all kinds of good things happened one after another. Even the prison greasers like No. 35 were No more teasing her.

Jiang Yuman's sentence was two months, but now it has been reduced in half. Today is the last day.

She didn't want to talk to No. 35, looked past her and shouted to the person behind her: "Next one."

No. 35 was pushed aside by the people behind her. She muttered "西八~" in a low voice and walked away boredly.

When dinner time came, Jiang Yuman locked the library door, turned and walked towards the cafeteria. Suddenly a figure came out and took her arm and walked in another direction.

"What are you doing!" she exclaimed.

"Shh, don't make a sound!" The man covered her mouth.

The two of them turned to the back of the library, where there were several tall magnolia trees, which could vaguely cover their figures.

No. 35 pushed Jiang Yuman against the wall and supported the wall with one hand, next to her. She was a head taller than Jiang Yuman and was looking down at the woman she planned to fawn over.

"What do you want to do?" Jiang Yuman's eyes were stern, but she was panicking inside.

"Don't be so fierce!" No. 35 touched the back of her head, "Um, is your foot healed?" She looked at Jiang Yuman's left foot.

"Where's the hand? How's the hand?" She picked up Jiang Yuman's right hand, and the gauze on it had been removed.

"Don't touch me!" Jiang Yuman didn't want to have physical contact with her.

"I need to care about you. After all, it was me who caused your injury."

"It's you?!" It was an angry and surprised tone. But it's not surprising when you think about it. The favorite thing for a prison greaser like this is to bully other people, either for fun or to satisfy his pitiful desire to conquer.

"Shh, keep your voice down." She put her index finger on Jiang Yuman's lips, "Don't you see there are many people on the road?"

"I'm talking about No. 98, who are you? As soon as you came in, someone named you to get you. Then Zhang Ming gave you special protection and let you be released from prison early. Can you take me with you?" No. 35 twisted. He leaned forward and rubbed against Jiang Yuman.

"Don't touch me!" Jiang Yuman moved a step to the right and distanced herself from No. 35.

"Who wants to get me?" She glared at No. 35.

"I don't know about that. Anyway, someone paid for the 'Sister Gang' to torture you. Otherwise, would I have done those things? I'm a good person!" No. 35 smiled crookedly, with that look and expression, and the greasy man There is absolutely no difference.

"Good people? Good people would never bully others!" Jiang Yuman was angry. She had been bullied here for two years and eight months. She didn't know how she survived. There is a "sister gang" in the women's prison. The gang leader is a short, fat woman in her 30s. She looks kind, but when she bullies others, she is ruthless. Before Jiang Yuman was released from prison last time, the gang was eliminated by the prison. Several members were given harsher sentences and were imprisoned in special cells. They have not been released yet.

"You took the money, but you don't know who paid it?" Jiang Yuman wanted to find out from her who was behind the scenes. She always thought those people were psychopaths, but she didn't expect that they were not only psychopaths, but also took advantage of them. Money does things.

"I was also outsourced to me, and I am not from the 'Sisters' Gang'. The 'Sisters' Gang' was specially imprisoned, otherwise this good thing wouldn't have happened to me!"

"A good thing?" She was really full of anger.

"Slap your mouth! Look what stupid things I said!" No. 35 slapped his mouth. "Don't you want to know who paid the 'sister gang' to get you? I'll find out for you. And you, do me a favor." She took out a crumpled note from her pocket with the words " An address was written in grade school font.

"My mother hasn't come to see me for more than a year, and I don't know whether this old woman is dead or alive. When you get out, help me check on her, and then write to me."

"You help me find out who's behind it, and I'll help you see your mother." Jiang Yuman repeated the suggestion on the 35th.

"Ah, yes, yes!"

"Then what about you hurting my hands and feet and causing me to be doused with water?" She raised her eyes and glared at No. 35. No. 35 knew she was wrong and looked at the ground, "How about... you come back?" She said Use a probing and discussion tone.

Not a bad proposition.

Jiang Yuman raised her foot and stepped hard on No. 35's right foot, once, twice, three times... as hard, ferocious and merciless as stepping on a cockroach.

No. 35 covered his mouth, wanting to scream but not daring to scream. The evil deeds of the past brought evil retribution, and she did not dare to resist. It wasn't until she couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground that Jiang Yuman stopped stamping. No. 35 hugged her feet and looked at Jiang Yuman with tears in her eyes, "Sister, do you want to trample me to death?"

"Bring it to you!" She kept saying nothing, grabbing one of No. 35's hands, holding her four fingers, and pinching them back hard, so that the fingers were very close to the back of the hand. If we say goodbye tomorrow, I'm afraid I'll never see this ruffian again in this life. How long will it take if I don't avenge this!