From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

Chapter 982 Tears Behind Bars 50

Wherever there are people, there is the underworld. Even in prison, the crimes committed by everyone are divided into different levels.

Crimes like rape and trafficking are looked down upon by everyone.

What's the big deal about bullying women and children?

Even though they themselves have experienced the pain of being in jail, they still hope that such inhuman criminals will be shot directly.

Another thing is that the people in this world who will never give up on you are your family. These prisoners actually have some contact with their families, and their families send them money every month.

Apart from those whose parents are too old and unable to visit them, basically no one has broken off relations with their family.

Zhang Ming's mother is over 70 years old, and she still uses a cane to go to the bank every month to transfer money to the prison. The old lady cannot take a train or a plane, so she uses the traditional way and asks village cadres to help write letters to her.

One letter per month, without interruption.

There are very few people like Chen Ming whose parents neither visit him nor send him money.

If you had been nicer to your sisters when you were out there, they wouldn't have stopped their parents from giving you a few hundred dollars a month.

Chen Ming's face turned pale and blue, a mixture of anger after being ridiculed by everyone and rage of helplessness, making his expression extremely interesting.

He didn't dare to argue with the prison guard again, for fear that the guard would say those hurtful words again. He just looked at Wang Ming with hope, hoping that he could say a few words for him.

But Wang Ming is no longer the same Wang Ming as before.

He is now Niuhulu Wang Ming.

He didn't even look at him, nor paid any attention to him. He just focused on eating. Chen Ming was at a loss.

When it was time to operate the sewing machine in the afternoon, he handed the cloth in his hand to Wang Ming as usual.

He didn't respond and didn't answer.

Chen Ming was a little excited. It seemed that if he didn't refuse, he should have agreed. He thought that if he had some intimate contact at night, this guy would definitely be fascinated by him again.

Then let him call his parents at home and talk to them, and his sentence should not be extended.

Zhang Ming watched Chen Ming walk past Wang Ming, and was so scared that he immediately grabbed Wang Ming's arm: "Don't be silly! Do you still want to forgive him after he treated you like that?"

Wang Ming shook his head: "Don't worry, I won't."

Li Ming picked up the cloth that Chen Ming had placed on his desk and threw it back.

Chen Ming suppressed his impatience and shouted at him, "What are you doing? This is my stuff."

Meng Liu retorted: "Why don't you take your things back? Why are you leaving them on Wang Ming's desk? Are you still expecting him to work for you?"

"This is a matter between him and me, you don't have to worry about it!"

Meng Liu directly pulled Wang Ming up and said, "Tell me, do you still want to help him with his work?"

Wang Ming is not the kind of person who doesn't know what's good for him. His friends have all stood up to speak for him, and it would be hurtful if he remained silent.

"Chen Ming, you have to complete your work by yourself. I won't help you anymore in the future."

Chen Ming was immediately angry, but more importantly, he felt embarrassed after being rejected by Wang Ming for the first time.

Logically speaking, from the time Wang Ming was imprisoned and lived in the same cell with him, except for his reserve at the beginning, when the two of them were together later, Wang Ming never refused any of his requests and conditions.

When Chen Ming was out there, his sexual orientation was normal. If he hadn't been too lonely in prison, he wouldn't have looked for Wang Ming.

But any random man he found was better than any of the women he had ever met.

Women have their bottom line, there are some things she won't allow you to do.

But Wang Ming didn't have that at all. As long as he proposed something, no matter how excessive it was, Wang Ming would agree to it.

So after being rejected out of the blue, Chen Ming felt unhappy on the one hand, as he had been in a high position for a long time and couldn't bear to hear Wang Ming's rejection. On the other hand, he was angry, angry that Wang Ming didn't give him face in front of so many people.

"Have you thought it through? Do you want to draw a line between you and me?" He threatened in a low voice.

Li Ming jumped out and stood between them: "Hey, who are you threatening? Don't you know what you have done? And you have the nerve to come to Wang Ming with such a flattering face, do you really think he is a soft persimmon?"

Wang Ming pushed Li Ming away, looked at Chen Ming, and said calmly: "Think it over, go away, and don't harass me again."

No matter how much he doesn't want dignity, he is still a human being. Now that his parents and friends know that he has been hurt, he will not continue to treat himself badly, even for the sake of those who are sincere to him.

Chen Ming glared at him gloomily, and had already thought about how to torture him when he returned home that night.

Zhang Ming exhaled a breath of foul air, and several people sat down again: "You are quite firm this time. You protected Chen Ming even though he treated you like that before."

Wang Ming smiled bitterly: "The love and time I have spent in the past few years have all been wasted after all."

Meng Liu, Yue Qiyan, and the two Mings: "......"

After the afternoon labor, the prison guards notified Wang Ming to move to their cell, which meant that they would completely draw a line between themselves and Chen Ming and the others.

Yue Qi Yan wanted to refuse again because he didn't like having another man in the cell.

But I thought about the respect that Meng Liu always claimed to care about after the last quarrel.

He shut up.

Watching her and the two Mings busy moving Wang Ming's belongings to their cell.

A few people were playing and laughing, with playful smiles on their faces.

His brows softened as well.

Forget it, at worst I can just pay more attention to protecting Meng Liu and not let her get too close to other men. Although he is her lover, he can't restrict her from making friends.

But this way, the two of them would have even less chance to be intimate.

Because Wang Ming was in a bad mood and suffered from insomnia every night, he tossed and turned, sighing, which made Yue Qi Yan dare not to be intimate with Meng Liu under his nose as he did before.

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"It's done! It's done!"

Several big faces gathered together and looked at the small chip in their hands.

God knows what kind of life they have been living in the past year.

Yue Qi Yan was even more excessive than the dean of studies during school. He urged them to study hard all day long. None of the three Mings were majoring in this field. Everything started from scratch, and they only persisted because of their good grades in high school.

In the middle of the process, Li Ming fiddled with the two Mings to protest.

As a result, Wang Ming did not know what was going on, but he became as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He even asked the prison guard for a flashlight. He only slept five hours a day and hid in bed at night to read research materials.

They both felt embarrassed to slack off and had to work hard.

They were a little unmotivated at the beginning. After all, chip research and development sounded too mysterious. It seemed that they could not achieve it no matter how hard they tried. But as the days passed, the research and development was visibly going more smoothly, and everyone had expectations. Without Yue Qi Yan's words, the two Mings also consciously became serious.

Who doesn't want to be released from prison early? Moreover, if there is any result, it will be a great thing to bring honor to the family.

Going to jail has brought shame to your family.

If I could have this impressive qualification, I wouldn't be looked down upon after I'm released from prison.