After the rebirth, she became a national male god

Chapter 10 My Lord, I Didn't Poison This Time

Instead of making him believe that Qingyan is suicide, he prefers to believe that Qingyan is homicide.

It is absolutely impossible for that woman who is radiant on the stage and always has stubborn eyes written in her eyes to commit suicide.

Song Mingxun was silent.

After a long time, he said bitterly: "It's not that I don't want to give you Qingyan's body, but that Qi Xing locked Qingyan's body in the morgue, and only he and Tian Xi are eligible to take it."

Qi Xing?
Yan Jue's eyes were dark, and a sharp killing intent grew in his pupils, which slowly turned into a diffuse mist, and gradually disappeared into the depths of his heart.

……

In the middle of the night, Qingyan was woken up by the loud noise from downstairs, thinking that the house had been burglarized, so she grabbed the leather bag from the toilet and went downstairs cautiously

The living room did not turn on the light, only the faint light of the electrical appliances was on.

The vase by the door was broken, the coffee table was turned over, and the objects on it fell to the ground, but no one was seen.

Gently turned on the light in the living room.

A foot wearing a leather shoe was exposed behind the sofa.

The leather shoes are very bright, and the workmanship is also very fine. The custom-made luxury logo is not something that ordinary people can afford.

This man is not a thief.

Approaching lightly, a strong smell of alcohol hits.

How much alcohol did you have to drink to get this smelly?
Behind the sofa, Yan Jue fell to the ground clutching his stomach, his face was not flushed from drinking, but was strangely pale, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat as if he was in pain.

He looked up weakly at Qingyan, his pupils were slightly cold when they landed on the skin.

Putting down his leather bag in embarrassment, he walked quickly to Yan Jue, "My lord, are you drunk, or are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Yan Jue is her creditor now, and might become her cash machine in the future, so he has to be careful.

Yan Jue withdrew his gaze, trying to struggle to get up.

But his stomach hurts so badly that he can't exert his strength at all.

"My lord, why don't I help you to sit on the sofa!" Seeing Yan Jue get up and fall down, then get up again, Qing Yan couldn't bear to reach out his hand.

"Get out!" Yan Jue gritted his teeth.

Qingyan ignored Yan Jue, grabbed his hand and put it on his shoulder, and carried Yan Jue to the sofa with all his life.

"I said Sir, you really should lose weight. You almost crushed me to death."

Yan Jue: "..."

"Are you having a stomachache? Is there any medicine for stomachache at home? I'll get it for you." Qingyan was not afraid of Yan Jue's cold face, and smiled viciously, the intention of flattering couldn't be more obvious.

"..."

"My lord, there are only the two of us in this room. Either you will die of pain here, or I will get you medicine. There is no third choice." Qing Yan said helplessly, spreading his hands, "You He is a smart person, he should know how to choose, right?"

Yan Jue gritted his teeth, "The third drawer on the second floor of the TV cabinet."

Qing Yan giggled, rushed to get the medicine, and poured another glass of warm water over.

Yan Jue took the medicine, leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes.

Soon, the effect of the medicine took effect, and he fell asleep in a daze, as if someone had covered him with a blanket.

The next day.

Yan Jue woke up and Qingyan just returned home.

She took off her earphones, her head was covered with sweat, and Yan Jue frowned as if she had just returned from morning exercise.

This kid is usually nocturnal, and he will never get up until the sun is high, but today he went to morning exercises?

"Are you awake?" Qingyan changed the running shoes, folded the earphones, and put them neatly in the drawer by the door.

Yan Jue has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and things must be placed according to his requirements.

Su Qingyan used to never abide by it, but now Su Qingyan is extremely honest.

Qingyan ignored Yan Jue's cold gaze, turned around and went into the kitchen and brought out a glass of lemonade and millet porridge, "You drank wine yesterday and had a stomachache all night. Drinking a glass of lemonade and eating a bowl of millet porridge in the morning is fine." Sober up and nourish your stomach."

"You eat first, I'll take a shower."

Qingyan put down the dinner plate, turned around and went upstairs.

Yan Jue looked sullenly at Qingyan's back disappearing at the top of the stairs, and looked down at the breakfast in front of him with a frown.

Bursts of tempting aromas are coming, and a few pieces of emerald green scallions are sprinkled on the porridge, which is full of color, fragrance and taste.

Judging by the thickness of the millet porridge, it should look like it has been boiled for several hours.

Su Qingyan didn't sleep all night, did he cook millet porridge for him?
Yan Jue frowned more and more.

What kind of tricks is this Su Qingyan playing?
When Qingyan came out of the shower, there was no one in the living room.

The lemonade and millet porridge were still there, and I didn't eat a bite.

Has her cooking skills declined?

Qingyan took a sip of the lemonade, the sweetness and sourness was just right.

Millet porridge is also soft and sweet.

It's delicious!

Thinking lightly, he suddenly felt a bunch of cold eyes fall on him.

She looked up.

Yan Jue took a shower and changed into casual home clothes. His short wet hair was still dripping with water, and it slid down his cheeks, giving off a moist luster.

His phoenix eyes are deep, his thin lips are tightly pursed, and his sexy Adam's apple rolls slightly, which is so abstinent.

This man is a bit flirtatious!

Qingyan smiled brightly like a summer flower, picked up the towel hanging around his neck and wiped his hair while saying: "My lord, don't worry, I definitely didn't add medicine to the porridge this time, you can eat it with confidence. "

As she spoke, she spooned another mouthful of millet porridge into her mouth and swallowed it to show her innocence.

Yan Jue stared at his hand wiping his hair, his eyes flickered to her lips, the pupils of his eyes dimmed again and again.

He came to the sofa and sat down without saying a word, his eyes moved from Qingyan's face to the millet porridge, and he wrinkled slightly.

Does this dislike the porridge she ate?

Qingyan realized something, turned around with a smile and went into the kitchen.

"Wait a minute, I'll serve you another bowl of porridge."

soon.

Qingyan brought out another glass of lemonade and millet porridge and put them in front of Yan Jue, then sat lazily on the floor, and piled up the previous millet porridge.

Yan Jue saw Qingyan eating happily, and felt a little hungry.

He took a sip of the lemonade first, raised his eyebrows subconsciously, took another sip before putting down the cup, picked up the millet porridge and began to eat it in small sips.

"My lord, is it still to your liking?"

Because Yan Jue had a stomachache last night, Qingyan cooked it very lightly, retaining the unique sweetness of millet porridge.

"Yeah!" Yan Jue nodded, his expressionless face couldn't tell whether he liked it or not.

I don't care about it lightly.

This man is very handsome, but he is too boring, he can't speak a few words all day long, don't you feel panicked?
Yan Jue finished the millet porridge, and asked softly and courteously, "My lord, would you like another bowl?"

"Ok!"

Yan Jue ate three bowls in a row before stopping.

Qing Yan put away the dishes enthusiastically and went into the kitchen. When he came out after washing, Yan Jue had already changed into his suit and was about to go out to work.

"My lord, wait a moment."

(End of this chapter)