Wife in a flash marriage: Mr. President, please divorce

Chapter 637 Who is the Murderer
"I don't know why he was killed. When Joel's people found him, he was already dead. I promise you, I will help him avenge, and I will tie the murderer in front of you and let you handle it."

His voice, low and cool, escaped word by word from those rosy lips, and it was a bit difficult to speak.

Le Yan'er was at a loss at the moment, unable to accept this reality, so much so that she ignored his strangeness.

For some reason, the scene she saw at William's house flashed through her mind.

On the tall building, she glanced down, and saw that the man had a gunshot wound, blood was all over the ground, and then he was dragged away.

"He...how did he die?"

"Shoot." Ye Tingchen replied forcefully.

Shots...why a shot and nothing else?
That scene was tightly wrapped around her heart like a nightmare, like a net with thorns, piercing her bloody.

Her head hurts so much, she can't think of anything, it's about to split open.

Her mood was a little unstable, Ye Tingchen quickly helped her back to the room, and then poured her a glass of warm water.

"If you can't bear this blow, go to sleep, and everything will be fine when you wake up." He comforted softly, running his big hands through her hair, and gently stroking.

This trick really worked.

Her breath gradually calmed down, her cloud eyes were full of tears, and she looked at Ye Tingchen tremblingly: "Really... will you be fine once you wake up?"

"Well, I won't lie to you."

When Le Yan'er heard this, tears fell instantly, and she covered herself with a quilt.

In fact, she knew in her heart that this was a lie, all of this was true, something happened to Ye Anjue, and she also left her.

It was only self-deception to say so, but she would.

This time, she fell asleep quickly.

In the dream, she returned to the unique gothic building, the bright colors inside reflected the color of blood in her eyes.

Blood……

There was blood all over her field of vision, flowing down slowly, the house was like a monster that devoured people without spitting out bones, completely engulfing her.

She wanted to escape, but she saw Ye Anjue standing outside the door. She was so happy that she couldn't speak for a while, and wanted to chase out, but suddenly there was another person at the door.

Standing so straight, holding the gun high in his hand, he pointed it at Ye Anjue.

Guns... Ye Anjue...

What she saw that day was Ye Anjue, and that figure...was familiar, it was him!

She covered her mouth in shock, watched all this, and shouted hoarsely: "Run!"

However, she couldn't make a sound.Her body seemed to be trapped in a cage. She watched helplessly, but couldn't do anything.

Don't... don't shoot, please don't shoot...

She prayed in her heart, but... that crisp gunshot still rang in her ears.

A shot hit the heart, and blood spurted out all at once.

Ye Anjue had an unbelievable expression on his face, and looked ahead in horror, but couldn't say a word, and finally fell into a pool of blood.

That blood... was like the most dazzling rose, so hot that it was a bit scary.

Immediately, two bodyguards stepped forward, dragging him from the left to the right, like throwing trash.

She burst into tears and looked at the back in front of her eyes. After shooting, the background was frozen.

"Why...why did you kill him...why..."

This time, she called out.

That person seemed to hear it, and unexpectedly... turned around slowly!

"Le Yaner!"

Ye Tingchen frowned as he watched her suffering from a nightmare, and hurriedly called her name.

Le Yan'er woke up from the dream, grabbed Ye Tingchen's hand, and said anxiously: "I...I know who killed Ye Anjue!"

Hearing this, Ye Tingchen's expression changed drastically.

Le Yan'er was also there that day, could it be... saw something, or guessed it?

Clenched his fists hard, the veins throbbing violently, hiding the man's forbearance.

Those black eyes narrowed dangerously, and there was a terrifying aura in them, and his voice was a little low and terrifying, he asked back, "Who is it?"

"It's William, isn't it?" She held his hand tightly, but found that he was more nervous than herself. The strength of his big hand was terrifying, and that gesture seemed to break her fingers.

He also expects who the murderer is, right?
"He died at William's house, right there on the lawn, and I heard a gunshot and looked down downstairs and saw someone being dragged away. I was so stupid that I didn't see it, if I stopped Yes, maybe there is still salvation!"

Le Yan'er was filled with remorse, tears streaming down her face.

Ye Tingchen's heart hanging in his throat was completely let go, but he still asked cautiously: "So, you didn't see the appearance of the murderer?"

"No... Even if it's not William, it's his, otherwise... I really can't think of anyone else who wants to kill Ye Anjue. You should have been there at that time, don't you know?"

"I don't know." He replied with three words, and then gently revealed it.

Le Yan'er could no longer control her fear, stepped forward and hugged Ye Tingchen tightly, buried her small face in his shoulder, and breathed in the reassuring breath of him.

Tears... fell down like beads from a broken thread, and wet his clothes.

"Ye Tingchen, I'm really scared. This place is a little different from what I imagined. Ye Anjue has an accident now. You can't have another accident. You still have to take care of me and the baby. You must not have an accident!"

"Okay! Nothing will happen to me. I will live a good life and grow old with you. I will."

Ye Tingchen spoke word by word, as if making the most sincere promise.

Le Yan'er was crying out of breath, and she refused to let go of Ye Tingchen's body, really worried that if he let go, he would disappear.

Soon, news of the second young master of the Ye family's death spread throughout the UK, and a very grand funeral was held. On that day, Ye Tingchen accompanied her to attend.

She was wearing a black woolen coat with a white rose on her chest. Everyone was solemn and sad, and they came to his funeral.

Because of Mrs. Ruth, they didn't sit at the front, but just watched from a distance.

In the church, she saw Ye Anjue's body, placed in the middle of the coffin, covered with white roses with a breath of death, and prayed by Catholic nuns, so that people can go to heaven after death.

When the nun and the coffin walked by, a desolate elegy rang in her ears, and her eyes fell on that monstrous face, which was pale without any blood, and felt cold all over her body when she looked at it.

He didn't have any breath of life, just like a statue, motionless, without any ups and downs in his chest.

He folded his hands on his chest and was wearing a black suit. It was the first time she had seen him look so serious, but she didn't want it to be at his funeral.

(End of this chapter)