Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

Two plainclothes policemen gave Miao Yiren a soothing look, and then walked up to Song Weiwei in a few steps, "What's your name, why are you throwing coffee at people?"

Facing such a just and awe-inspiring public servant, Song Weiwei's attitude also became serious. She pointed at Miao Yiren, "She was the one who splashed me first, and she even scratched my hand."

The plainclothes policeman who was fierce from the beginning saw a few bloodstains on the back of her hand, which were obviously more serious than Miaoyiren's flushed face.

He and his colleagues glanced at each other. They were just policemen. Usually they couldn't catch a single major case, and they often dealt with such trivial matters of women's violence.

Hearing this, the two felt headaches and helplessness.

"Can the two of you negotiate a solution?" one of them asked.

Miao Yiren snorted coldly: "No, if she dares to pour coffee on my face, I will make her sit through the prison."

Another plainclothes policeman glanced at her, "Miss Miao, with all due respect, you can't do anything to her with this injury, at most she will pay you for the suit."

Miao Yiren suddenly exploded in anger, "I am the victim, she is the perpetrator, and your people's police favor the perpetrator in this way, do you still have the law in your eyes?"

Song Weiwei complained crazily in her heart with a cold face. When you bumped into someone, you didn't see the law in your eyes. Why are you pretending to be a good citizen who knows the law and understands the law now?

"How about this, you two go to the hospital for an injury check first, keep the evidence, and then file an appeal, as for us, we will collect evidence on the spot first, and never favor either of you, okay?"

This is not the result Miao Yiren wanted, she wanted to lock Song Weiyi in and teach her a lesson she would never forget.

"Why should I go for an injury test? Isn't my face the evidence of her murder?"

The expressions of the two plainclothes policemen were indescribable. Looking at Miao Yiren's face and Song Weiwei's bloody back of her hand, if he were a judge, he might order Miao Yiren to pay compensation.

"Miss Miao, the matter is not that serious. This is at best a civil dispute, and it is not a criminal offense. You can neither sentence her nor let her sit out of prison. Let's discuss the compensation. It is more realistic. .”

Song Weiwei knew that these two plainclothes policemen were not Miaoyiren's internal correspondents, otherwise they would not stand here to mediate, and just take her away.

"Let me go with you."

The two plainclothes policemen had never seen a contestant who went to the police station so actively, and they were stunned for a while.

Song Weiwei continued: "Miss Miao is a public figure. If this matter is not handled properly, it will bring you a lot of trouble. Let's go and negotiate with the police station."

"All right," said one of the plainclothes officers.

The four left the cafe and walked to the police car parked on the side of the road.

Two plainclothes policemen were afraid that they would fight in the car and wanted to separate them, "Miss Miao, you can sit in the passenger seat."

"Why do you let me sit in the passenger seat? She's the secretary, let her sit." Miao Yiren raised her hand and pointed at Song Weiwei, then got into the back seat.

The plainclothes policeman looked at Song Weiwei in embarrassment, "Then you sit in the front?"

Song Weiwei looked at the passenger seat, and then at Miao Yiren. If possible, she didn't want to stay in a closed space with Miao Yiren.

But the current situation obviously doesn't allow it.

So, between being disgusted by Miaoyiren and exposing her weakness, she chose to be disgusted by her, and she followed suit and sat in the back seat.

The two plainclothes policemen couldn't understand her operations. Isn't she afraid of fighting?