After the rebirth, she became a national male god

Chapter 77 So, She Is My Wife
Eleven at night.

Yan Jue and Su Qingyan walked out of the ink.

The driver has already driven the car to the gate.

Song Mingxun knew Yan Jue's car and waited beside it early.

He looked at Yan Jue with hostility.

"Yan Jue, I finally found you." Song Mingxun angrily stepped forward.

Su lightly expressed doubts.

Why did Song Mingxun insist on looking for Yan Jue?

What secret is there between them?
What does it have to do with the theft of his body?
"Yan Jue, I have something to ask you." After Song Mingxun finished speaking, he glanced at Su Qingyan suggestively, meaning to let Yan Jue take a step to speak.

Although Su Qingyan knew Qingyan, he still didn't want others to know that Yan Jue knew Qingyan.

Especially this matter related to Qingyan's corpse.

Yan Jue's eyes were dark, he looked down at Su Qingyan, and said softly: "You go to the car and wait for me first, I'll be there soon."

Song Mingxun was surprised.

How could Yan Jue look at Su Qingyan so tenderly?

He only saw this kind of look when Yan Jue looked at Qingyan.

Could it be that Yan Jue, like him, often mistook Su Qingyan for Qingyan?
Song Mingxun thought about it, and his gaze towards Su Qingyan became bitter.

Su Qingyan hesitated.

Although Song Mingxun doesn't remember the stupid things he did when he was drunk after waking up, it doesn't mean that if he doesn't remember others, he will treat it as if it didn't happen.

Song Mingxun exposed Yan Jue's scar, how could Yan Jue let him go?

Yan Jue saw the worry in Su Qingyan's eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything."

The person who cares lightly is the person he cares about.

Although Yan Jue's deep voice was a little bit cold, it was inexplicably convincing.

Su Qingyan didn't say anything, nodded, and got into the car first.

Yan Jue and Song Mingxun stepped aside.

"Yan Jue, did you steal Qingyan's body?" Song Mingxun growled angrily.

When he asked this sentence, he already had the answer in his heart, but he didn't want to believe it.

In fact, Yan Jue is probably the only person in this world who steals Qingyan's corpse frantically and has the ability to steal Qingyan's corpse without anyone noticing.

Yan Jue said coldly: "No?"

Song Mingxun was stunned.

Although he guessed that Yan Jue stole Qingyan's body, he didn't expect Yan Jue to admit it.

What he didn't expect was that Yan Jue admitted so confidently, as if it was only natural for him to steal Qingyan's body.

"Is it not allowed? Is it not allowed? Yan Jue, do you think it is okay to steal a corpse?"

Yan Jue was certain: "Speaking lightly is mine."

"Qingyan is not yours, she was never yours, not when she was alive, and even more impossible after death, you are a scourge, and will only bring disaster to Qingyan." Song Mingxun was angry.

Yan Jue clenched his fists tightly, narrowed his deep eyes slightly, bursts of cold breath emanated from his body, and quickly attacked Song Mingxun.

The autumn wind blows, and the coldness hits the whole body.

Song Mingxun shuddered subconsciously, but his eyes still stared stubbornly at Yan Jue.

What he said is not wrong, the curse on Yan Jue will hurt Qingyan.

Even if Qingyan is dead, it will kill her soul.

He didn't want Qingyan to be entangled by Yan Jue after his death, and his soul would not be at peace.

Just when Song Mingxun thought that Yan Jue would report to beat him up, Yan Jue suddenly sneered and murmured pointedly: "She is already mine."

Qingyan was reborn by his side, this is an opportunity given to him by God.

Song Mingxun stared angrily.

What do you mean?
Does Yan Jue mean Qingyan's corpse?

"Yan Jue, when I gave you the place where the corpse was parked, I hoped that you would have a way to have Qingyan's corpse undergo an autopsy so as to find out the truth about Qingyan's death. of."

"She didn't commit suicide." Yan Jue's voice was icy cold.

Song Mingxun was taken aback, and asked in a daze, "Did Qing Yan really be killed by someone?"

How could this be?
Qingyan is already paralyzed, why would anyone want to kill her?

Could it be Qi Xing and Tian Xi?

No wonder Qingyan just died, these two people can't wait to get married, they really are gangsters.

Yan Jue felt Song Mingxun's anger, and ordered coldly: "Before you have sufficient evidence, don't meddle in other people's business, so as not to startle the snake."

"Yan Jue, what do you mean?" Song Mingxun glared at Yan Jue angrily, "Qingyan is my friend, and it is only natural for me to help her investigate the cause of death. Who are you Qingyan? If you want to meddle in other people's business, it is you Just mind your own business."

Song Mingxun is a very sensible person, but once he encounters light words, his mind will be confused.

Yan Jue: "She is my savior."

Song Mingxun: "So what?"

Yan Jue: "I promise to repay my kindness with my body."

Song Mingxun: "..."

Yan Jue: "So, she is my wife."

Song Mingxun: "..."

This rhetoric is too far-fetched and too shameless.

Yan Jue didn't want to waste any more time with Song Mingxun, and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something and stopped beside Song Mingxun, "Qingyan doesn't like golden things, does he?"

Song Mingxun's expression froze, and two blushes quickly flew over his face after the lie was exposed.

Yan Jue glanced coldly and left without saying a word.

Emperor Garden.

Su Qingyan took out a bottle of lactic acid bacteria from the refrigerator, inserted a straw and took two satisfied mouthfuls.

Those bulging cheeks are as cute as a goldfish.

Yan Jue was fascinated, and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Su Qingyan felt Yan Jue's fiery gaze, and asked suspiciously: "My lord, do you want a bottle?"

Yan Jue shook his head.

It was her he wanted to drink.

Su Qingyan didn't care either, and walked towards the living room while sucking the lactic acid bacteria, and asked curiously, "My lord, what did you say to Song Mingxun?"

"It's nothing." Yan Jue's voice was cold.

"But I seem to have heard the word "corpse!" Su Qingyan persisted in probing.

I don't know if it's her illusion, when she saw Yan Jue talking with Song Mingxun standing in the dark just now, she always felt that this scene was very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

But when I think about it carefully, I can't remember it.

Yan Jue's eyes were slightly cold, and his thin lips were tightly pursed in silence.

The more Yan Jue kept silent, the more curious Su Qingyan became.

She gossiped and sat down on the sofa, and said mysteriously: "My lord, do you know that the body of the famous dancer Qingyan teacher was stolen?"

Su Qingyan stared at Yan Jue intently, wanting to find out from Yan Jue's expression: what relationship did Yan Jue have with her body being stolen.

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