Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

Song Hansheng was very tall, looking at the woman who bowed her head in front of her, her eyes fell, and she wanted to go in directly.

The woman's "Welcome" stopped him in his tracks, the voice was too familiar.

He stopped and began to look at the woman in front of him who had been lowering her head and trembling until she raised her head.

When Su Miao saw Song Hansheng, she forgot her stomach ache, but her feet were numb and her body was getting weaker and weaker. She could hardly control herself and backed away.

Su Miao forced herself to calm down. She has undergone too many changes in the past two years. First of all, she is thinner than before, her hairstyle has changed, and now she still wears a mask on her face. Song Hansheng may not recognize her.

Su Miao lowered her head and said nothing.

Following Song Hansheng's footsteps, they also stopped, and looked at Song Hansheng with surprise on their faces. It seemed that this was the first time they saw Mr. Song staring at a person like this, with such eyes that seemed to swallow the person in front of them.

No one dared to urge Song Hansheng to leave, even if he stood here watching all day, no one dared to stop him.

"Why do I feel that you are a bit like my old acquaintance?"

Su Miao lowered her voice: "Sir, you may have misidentified the person."

"Is that so..." Song Hansheng looked at Su Miao thoughtfully several times, "I think so too."

The shadow on the top of her head finally disappeared. As the footsteps got farther and farther away, Su Miao finally raised her head. She wiped the cold sweat from her face, and suddenly she was a little out of breath wearing a mask on her face.

She wanted to take off the mask to take a few breaths, but she was afraid that Song Hansheng would turn back.

The pain in the stomach hit again, but fortunately another staff member came back, Su Miao and her hurriedly went to the supermarket to buy sanitary napkins to change in the toilet after changing shifts, and went to the pharmacy to buy a box of painkillers.

The doctor told her not to take too much painkiller, and as soon as she finished speaking, she saw her squeeze three pills into her mouth and swallow them with warm water.

Her stomach still hurts, and the painkillers haven't worked. The doctor in the drugstore poured her a few cups of hot water when she saw that she was suffering, and even gave her a baby warmer to stick on her abdomen.

Su Miao didn't refuse, and Nuan Baobao got better after sticking to her abdomen. She touched her abdomen, and the phone in her pocket rang twice.

She took out her mobile phone and looked at it. It was a text message from a hotel colleague asking her when she would go back.

She came out for half an hour this trip, Su Miao didn't really want to go back, afraid of meeting Song Hansheng again.

Just as she was hesitating whether to tell the manager about her resignation, another text message came from her phone.

It was still sent by a colleague who stood at the back door with her.

"Su Miao, come back and make quick money."

"what money?"

"Manager Zhang came here and asked us to move some flower pots. It costs 500 yuan to move one pot upstairs."

500 yuan is a big number. Su Miao's daily salary for welcoming guests at the back door is at most 200 yuan.

She is too short of money, and if she wants to live better, she can only work hard. The money comes quickly, and it costs 500 to move a pot of flowers, and the move is settled on the spot. If she wants to resign, she has to earn the quick money before resigning.

The pain in the stomach is not so bad, but when the menstrual period comes, the body is a little weak and can't exert energy. Su Miao rushed back to the hotel and found a car parked at the back door. Manager Zhang saw Su Miao and didn't ask her where she went. Smiling, he called her to him.

"Xiao Su, the hotel is under renovation recently, and it's short of manpower, so it's too busy. The two of you send these potted flowers up. A potted flower costs 500 yuan. Be careful not to break it."

So much money to move?Su Miao thought the potted plant was too big, but it turned out to be a few pots of carefully sealed small flowers.

She could move her hand, Su Miao followed.

Su Miao and another colleague are moving flowers. Compared to standing at the back door, although moving flowers is a bit more laborious, the money comes really fast. Su Miao counts pots and pots, wishing she could grow more legs Get a pair of hands so she can move some flowers.

She was so busy that she was sweating. After a while, she moved two pots upstairs and earned 1000 yuan.

She didn't know that when she was busy moving flowers, a pair of eyes were staring at her from the other end of the monitor video.

How could Song Hansheng fail to recognize Su Miao, even if she turned into ashes, he could recognize her at a glance.

Song Hansheng felt that the mask on her face was an eyesore, and he wished he could take it off immediately to see the changes in her prison in the past two years.

Are her eyes full of hatred for him as before, and her lips often mock him, but it tastes soft and sweet.

Su Miao in the video must not be in good health, she was shaking after running for such a light potted flower twice.

Su Miao didn't do this before, her hand is used to hold a scalpel, she can treat people and stab people, but if a finger is broken, it should be a long lesson and she won't be able to stab people.

Song Hansheng smiled, took out his mobile phone and said a word into it, then put down the mobile phone and continued to look at Su Miao on the screen.

She started to move the third pot of flowers, because Manager Zhang repeatedly emphasized that the flowers inside were very precious, so Su Miao moved very carefully, not greedy for too many, and moved one pot after another.

But when Su Miao just took the potted flower out of the car, she heard something rubbing against it, as if broken, and the box in her hand fell to the ground.

boom--

The ceramic flowerpot made a crisp sound of shattering, and there was a pile of soil on the ground, mixed with broken flower stems. Su Miao panicked, quickly opened the box and picked up the broken ceramics aside, carefully looking at the flowers inside.

It was a pot of orchids, and the petals had been smashed to pieces. There are all kinds of orchids on the market, ranging from tens of dollars cheap to millions of dollars.

And this pot of rotten flowers will not be lower than six figures in color and appearance.