Before tidying up, several lipsticks were scattered on her table, but now there is only one on the table.
Mo Zhiya picked up the lipstick, pulled it out, looked at it, and put it down again.
"Okay, let's go." Mo Zhiya waved his hand.
Lao Tian didn't expect to pass the level so easily. He was stunned for a second, and then immediately took Zhao Miaomiao out.
The two walked all the way down, and Lao Tian seemed to be talking to himself, "You didn't hit anyone today? How lucky you are!"
In the entire rectification center, there was almost no one who was not afraid of Mo Zhiya.
Take the matter of tidying up the desk just now, Mo Zhiya once beat people half to death because the documents were not arranged according to the page number and the magazines were not arranged in order.
Zhao Miaomiao was the only one who was not beaten.
Lao Tian has been in fear just now, because Mo Zhiya sometimes goes crazy, and even these thugs can beat them!
Lao Tian brought Zhao Miaomiao back to Room No. 5, pointed to the inside, "Go in, you are quite enlightened, you didn't cause me any trouble. Otherwise, I won't spare you!"
Zhao Miaomiao walked in, and Lao Tian immediately closed the door.
For the next month, I went out to listen to lectures every day, and then I was arranged for various cleaning and some inhuman training.
Lao Tian watched over him every day, and Ye Han, who was less talkative, relaxed a lot.
He felt that Ye Han was a coward with a timid character, but the only thing that made him feel a little better was that Ye Han never caused trouble for him.
The children in other people's care have emotional breakdowns from time to time, quarrel with thugs, and some even fight desperately or commit suicide.
It made those people so irritable that they had to shake their fists every day because of those bastards.
Although it's cool to beat someone up, it's not so cool to be angry.
One day, a child was called by Mo Zhiya to tidy up the office, but the child accidentally dropped Mo Zhiya's documents on the ground.
At that time, Mo Zhiya asked with a sneer, "How many pieces of paper are there on the ground?"
Confused, the child squatted on the ground, picked up the documents, and counted them, "Fifteen."
"Then fifteen strokes." Mo Zhiya quietly pointed at the child.
Upon hearing this, the thug next to the child kicked the child to the ground, pulled out his belt and beat him fifteen times fiercely.
"Sister Mo, that's enough." Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the thug, for fear of making Mo Zhiya unhappy.
"Then don't get out!" Mo Zhiya slapped the thug on the face.
The thug was so frightened that he immediately picked up the child who was lying on the ground crying out for pain and went out.
Go downstairs and go outside.
The thug just started to explode, and slammed the child to the ground, "Damn it, you trash! You can't even tidy up things! You even got me slapped in the ear! I beat you to death!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't hit me! I didn't mean it!" The child knelt down and begged for mercy without dignity.
Zhao Miaomiao and the others were standing beside them receiving so-called physical training, running under the scorching sun!
The child was beaten until he screamed.
Lao Tian walked over and took a look at the thug's face, "Tsk tsk tsk, Sister Mo is still so ruthless!"
There were five clear marks on the man's face, and the skin was even broken in some places.
"That's right! That blow just now made my ears ringing! You said these trash are so stupid, they can't even tidy things up! They can still make mistakes!" The thug grinned, with humiliation in his eyes. look. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com