Little green tea is too tempting, deeply trapped in the crazy criticism of ghosts Shura field

Chapter 107: Sharing the same bed with someone else (15) He should go meet him
"You don't mean to say that Yan Qi is the serial killer?"

This was the first possibility that came to Yan Jinyue’s mind.

But Lin Qi Yan's expression was slightly surprised, as if he didn't expect that she was mentioning this matter.

"He's not." He said coldly.

"How do you know?" His tone was too confident, which was really abnormal.

Lin Qi Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl whose foot looked like she had been stepped on and her body was covered with spikes, and curled the corners of his mouth almost imperceptibly.

I didn't expect it, Yan Qi, Yan Qi, you've been plotting for so long, but in the end the girl thinks you are the murderer. Things are getting more and more interesting.

He bent down, his eyes raised meaningfully, "So, you have always suspected that Yan Qi killed them?"

Yan Jinyue heard the familiarity in his words and suddenly realized that Yan Qi and the painter Mr. Lin seemed to be more familiar with each other than she knew.

"What is your relationship with Yan Qi?" She went straight to the point, not wanting to drag it out any further.

"The latest victim was the bad guy who broke into my house that night. Before I heard him knocking on my door, I heard a loud noise coming from your house. What's your relationship?"

"What on earth do you know?"

She grabbed his collar, her eyes sharp.

The soft kitten suddenly raised its sharp claws. Lin Qiyan was stunned at first, and then he started laughing.

"We have no relationship... If you must name one, enemy?"

The last line of his voice rose, and he was testing himself.

Yan Jinyue didn't believe it.

She could not see any hatred between them. Although they had completely different temperaments and styles, there was an inexplicable sense of fusion between them.

Especially those peach blossom eyes. Time and time again, she was bewitched and suspected that they were brothers. Otherwise, how could they be so similar?
He continued, "As for that trash, he and I...are also enemies." This time he was more certain.

"Also, I don't know anything. You can ask your husband."

Yan Jinyue knew that she couldn't get anything out of him, so she snorted coldly and turned away without caring about the decency and courtesy between neighbors.

Lin Qiyan was right. There were some things she really had to ask Yan Qi about.

But you can't just talk without evidence, you have to provide some evidence.

When she got home, she went to the study and rummaged through the drawers, looking for strange clues like the "death certificate" and the photo of her and Yan Qi's "corpse".

But she discovered that not only could she not find any new clues, but even the file bag that was originally placed in the desk cabinet had disappeared without a trace.

Even the line of blood written under the desk disappeared.

It was deliberately erased.

That could only be Yan Qi's work.

But what she couldn't understand was that since Yan Qi had erased those things now, why did he leave them here for her to see?
Anyway, this identity was created by him. His identity background and his story were all created by him. Why would he deliberately put these things in there to make her suspicious?
Since that's the case, there is a possibility -

Those things were not placed there by Yan Qi, but by a third person who deliberately wanted to stir up her suspicion of Yan Qi, to make her fear and doubt him, and even stay away from him.

The first person Yan Jinyue thought of was the white-haired guy.

There is no other reason, obviously his is the most likely possibility, but his motive is unknown.

Just when she was frowning, Yan Qi came back and found her in a daze in the study.

"What's wrong, wife? You haven't changed your clothes yet?" He walked closer, with a smile on his face at first, but after smelling a scent that was both familiar and extremely disgusting to him, his eyes darkened.

Yan Jinyue didn't notice and patted her head lightly, "I almost forgot that tonight is your college's anniversary dinner. Wait a minute, I'll go change my clothes and I'll be there soon."

She was about to leave in a hurry, but her wrist was grabbed and she was pulled into the man's cedar-scented embrace.

The man's icy fingers stroked her ear and plucked the purple iris pinned behind her ear.

"Wife, did you go upstairs to look at paintings again today?" His tone was calm and indifferent, but there was a chill in it.

Yan Jinyue swallowed the question "How did you know?" and confessed carefully: "Yes, I met Mr. Lin in the elevator today. He told me that he had a new painting and asked me to go and see it. Since he invited me like that, it was hard to refuse." She hid her little thoughts and tried to put the blame on the little white-haired guy upstairs in her words. On the one hand, she did this to save her own "life" in case he "went crazy", and on the other hand, she wanted to test Yan Qi's attitude towards the little white-haired guy.

"Oh, what is that painting?"

"Purple irises, that's it. He said he painted it just by marking the pigments. That's amazing."

"Did he say anything else?" Yan Qi smiled.

"No, then I just left."

The biggest lie of the whole place was told by her very fluently. Yan Jinyue was really grateful for the superb acting skills she had honed during those years when she was a green tea girl.

Yan Qi knew that Lin Qiyan definitely did not just want her to see the paintings, he had other plans, but his plan was between him or her.

If he just wanted to make him unhappy, it wouldn't matter; but if his goal was her...

Yan Qi felt that it was time for him to meet him again.

"Okay, then go change your clothes." The man smiled very gently and ruffled her hair. "Don't worry, take your time."

"Oh." Yan Jinyue felt that this "take it slow" had another meaning, but she couldn't tell what was strange about it. She went to the cloakroom to put on her newly bought dress and did some simple makeup.

Fortunately, she is naturally beautiful and only needs a little makeup to look stunning.

When she came out, she found Yan Qi coming in from the door. His hair was a little messy, his suit jacket was draped over his arm, two buttons on the collar were undone, and his sleeves were rolled up to his forearms.

Just got back from a fight?
This thought came to her mind.

"You're so fast?"

He came over, slowly rolled down his sleeves, buttoned up his coat, and put it on. His movements were smooth and unhurried, and he exuded a calm and noble demeanor.

If there wasn't that little bit of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

Yan Jinyue took out a tissue, reached out to wipe the corner of his mouth, and deliberately said: "It's stained with ketchup."

"Thanks, honey," he smiled.

He did not admit whether it was ketchup. Perhaps he knew he couldn't hide it this time. He went out for a fried chicken at such a short time that it would be unbelievable to say it.

Besides, he wasn't that greedy.

If the topic continued, it would inevitably slide into danger, so the two knew it and did not continue.

Yan Jinyue asked him to bend down, and after carefully fixing his hair, she took his arm and said, "Okay, let's go."

"it is good."

The two drove to the school and parked the car in the underground garage.

Yan Qi suddenly received a work call, so Yan Jinyue came out first and bumped into several people head-on, two of whom were also surprised to see her.

"Yan Jinyue, why are you here?"

Those two people are none other than the young couple He Manting and Jiang Dongxu.

I should ask, why are you here? After all, her husband is an associate professor at this school, so it is normal for her to be here.

He Manting said, "We found out that the mission might be related to a certain place in this school, so we came here. What about you? You too?"

Except for Jiang Dongxu, she didn't know the other people, but she had some impression of them. They were all so-called players.

Yan Jinyue shook her head, "No, I am——"

Before she finished her words, an arm wrapped around her waist, and a cold and pleasant voice floated over her: "Do you know each other?"

Seeing the nightmare-like figure, He Manting and the others widened their eyes in horror and stepped back vigilantly.

Yan Jinyue curled the corner of her lips and continued what she had said before: "I am here to accompany my husband to participate in school activities."

Yan Qi: He wants to meet him = He wants to beat him up

Little White Hair is a bit shy and loves to stir up trouble. It will be revealed later~
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