One of the hidden marriages of a wealthy family is a paper agreement that misses life

Xia Qing went to the detention center. From getting on the car to getting off the car, there were huge crowds of people along the way. There were reporters, fans, sunspots, and people who ate melons from all walks of life.

Those who supported her felt that she had been wronged, and sooner or later she would be cleared of her grievances. Those who did not support her thought that Xia Qing killed Luo Weiwei. Otherwise, why would all the evidence point to her?
Xia Qing didn't make any excuses. It was meaningless to argue with these people. What she needed was evidence that the police could identify.

"The conditions here have really wronged you, but this is a legally necessary procedure, I hope you can understand." The police at the detention center took Xia Qing to a room with two beds, one of which was already occupied.

"Thank you, I can understand, it should be." Xia Qing said to the police.

She sat down on her own bed, and the woman opposite her stared straight at her, making Xia Qing a little uncomfortable.

"You are Xia Qing, I have watched your TV series." The woman suddenly said.

Xia Qing didn't know how to answer for a moment, so she could only nod her head.

After a while, the woman spoke again, "Why did you come here, did you commit a crime?"

Xia Qing was surprised that the woman didn't know about the news, but she was relieved after thinking about it. This is a detention center, and it's normal for a woman not to know the news outside.

After all, the two lived in the same room, and it seemed that they would stay there for a while, so Xia Qing didn't want to make the atmosphere too stiff, so she replied, "A colleague was killed on the set, and I was there at the time. "

"So the police suspect that you did it?"

Xia Qing nodded.

"What kind of colleague is also an actor?" the woman asked again.

Xia Qing thought that since she could recognize herself, she must know Luo Weiwei, so she said, "Luo Weiwei died."

The woman's eyes widened, "Luo Weiwei died, and then you were suspected of being the murderer. This must be a big news. There must be a disturbance outside. It's a pity that I was locked up here. I can't experience it for myself, but I can be locked up with you." , is also fate."

"Hello, my name is Zhang Jing." The woman stretched out her hand to Xia Qing in a very social manner.

Xia Qing felt that it was a bit weird to shake hands for recognition in this environment, but she still reached out and shook Zhang Jing's hand.

"Why did you come in?" From Xia Qing's point of view, Zhang Jing didn't seem to care much about living in the detention center.

"Suspected of gambling." The woman said lightly, "But the number is not large, and I can get out after a few years of detention. I hope they will give me a sentence quickly so that I can go to prison. Prison is freer than a detention center."

Xia Qing was even more surprised. Not only did this woman not care, she seemed to be looking forward to it.

Zhang Jing seemed to see what Xia Qing was thinking, and grinned, "You're a big star, so of course you can't understand low-level people like us. For us, going to prison is pretty good. We have food, drink and a place to live. It's better than outsiders." .”

Xia Qing didn't know how to talk to her, so she kept silent.

"Isn't the man you married rich and powerful? Why didn't he protect you?" After a moment of silence, Zhang Jing began to speak again.

Xia Qing had no choice but to say: "This is a procedure, and now I am the most suspicious, and there is nothing wrong with living in."

Zhang Jing looked disdainful and proud, "That man of yours is no good. If my man was as rich as your man, he would definitely not let me go to jail. It's a pity that he is poor, and there is nothing he can do about it."

Xia Qing wanted to say that no one should be above the law, and even rich people must abide by the law, but she didn't say that.

Since Zhang Jing entered the detention center, she has been locked up alone. It is impossible for the police to chat with her, so she is very lonely. After finally moving in with a roommate who is also a big star, she is very excited and walks to Xia Qing's bedside. , sitting shoulder to shoulder with her.

"This is my man, my daughter, isn't my daughter beautiful?" Zhang Jing took out a photo from her trouser pocket, which showed a family of three.

"My man said, let me go to jail with peace of mind. He will take good care of our daughter outside and wait for me to go out for reunion." When Zhang Jing said this, she smiled very satisfied.

Xia Qing carefully looked at the man in the photo, and felt that this man was pretty good, because there must be some men who would abandon their wives if they went to jail.

"Then you go out after a few years in prison, don't break the law again, you have a family and a daughter, can't you live a good life, I also have a daughter named Yiyi." Looking at Zhang Jing's daughter in the photo, Xia Qing thought of herself daughter.

She sighed.

Although the two women have different statuses, life experiences and living environments are very different, but because they both have husbands and children, they still have some common topics. In addition, living in the detention center is fine, so they chatted a lot.

"My man, although he is poorer, he is good to me, so I am willing to help him—" Zhang Jing suddenly stopped talking in the middle of the sentence.

Although Xia Qing felt puzzled, she didn't ask any further questions and just smiled.

"Zhang Jing, your husband brought the child to see you, you go and meet him, alas, the child is so young, it is pitiful." The policewoman sighed and opened the door of their room.

Zhang Jing said to Xia Qing: "Come with me, meet my man, it is fate that we live in the same room, and my man also likes you very much, and my daughter, you have to meet my daughter , she is beautiful, when you go out, if there is a chance, can my daughter also act in a movie?"

Xia Qing was a little dumbfounded, but looking at Zhang Jing's hopeful eyes, she really couldn't refuse.

She followed Zhang Jing to see Zhang Jing's husband and children.

"Husband!" Seeing the man, Zhang Jing shouted enthusiastically and wanted to step forward, but the man took a step back, put the little girl in his arms on the ground, and said to her: "Aren't you arguing to find your mother? Mom is there, let's go."

The little girl looked about three or four years old. Wearing a pink skirt, she ran towards Zhang Jing, swaying, and shouted, "Mom!"

Not to mention Zhang Jing, even Xia Qing couldn't help squatting down to look at her. She was indeed a cute and beautiful child. She didn't look like Zhang Jing, but Zhang Jing's husband. It can be seen that Zhang Jing's husband looks good, not losing to the traffic in the entertainment industry.

For this, Zhang Jing is undoubtedly proud, "Fortunately, my daughter is like her father and not like me, otherwise she would not be so beautiful."

In all fairness, Zhang Jing's looks are average.

When he raised his head again, he found that Zhang Jing's man had left at some point.

Zhang Jing wondered, "Where is Cui Hao, where did Cui Hao go?"

The little girl said childishly: "Dad said, he is going to the United States to make money, let me live with you, mom, can you hug me tonight, I haven't seen you for several days, I think is you."