Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Jiang Qing looked down at the test form, which was about mental evaluation. For police investigations, this type of paper test was not very useful as a reference, but she still filled in the information truthfully.

Her mission in this world is to exonerate herself, but she cannot betray the boy.

In the original world line, the boy who helped Jiang Qing take the blame was called Ji An. Jiang Qing had been bullied since she was in elementary school because of her poor family situation. Ji An, as a peer who grew up in the same old neighborhood as Jiang Qing, was the only one who did not laugh at or bully Jiang Qing.

Ji An's family environment was not good either. His father was a gambler and alcoholic with violent tendencies, while his mother was weak and would not resist.

The scene of that night emerged in Jiang Qing's mind, and she couldn't help but pursed her lips.

Ji An, why do you know someone like that?

Jiang Qing had just finished filling out the form when the policeman outside the door came over to collect it. Jiang Qing placed his fingertips together, and there was still a hint of stickiness left by the crayon.

In Li Wenyan's office, which was less than thirty meters away, his stern facial features were frowned, and countless pieces of white paper were scattered in front of him. Some of the papers were covered with messy lines, which was completely different from his gentle and calm appearance just now.

At this moment, he was breathing heavily, and the veins on his bony palms were bulging because he was gripping the armrests of the chair, as if he was trying hard to endure something.

The curtains in the office were drawn tightly, not letting in any light, and the ceiling light above was not on.

But his eyes were still tightly closed, and he seemed to be very sensitive to the light. When he opened his eyes a few times, his black eyes were filled with madness.

After an unknown amount of time, a loud noise was heard. It was Li Wenyan who clenched his fist and pounded the desk in front of him. He was wearing suit pants, revealing a little bit of his crotch. His deep and sharp face was almost shrouded by a sinister feeling. He grabbed the pen that was casually thrown on the table and wrote a name in a flamboyant manner.

——Jiang Qing.

Just as Li Wenyan threw away the pen and was about to reach down, his cell phone rang.

Li Wenyan paused in his action of unbuckling his belt, followed the source of the voice to find his phone, and answered the call without even looking at who it was. "Hello."

"Doctor Li, what are the results of the examination?"

"Not so fast. I will give the police a reply as soon as possible." Li Wenyan picked up the scattered papers on the table and piled them up. "Is this case already related?"

"Yes, that's why we sent them to your place. You also need to give a report on the boy who was at the scene with us."

"understood."

As he spoke, the corner of Li Wenyan's mouth twitched rapidly, and then his hand clenched the phone in an instant and quickly hung up.

As soon as he finished a series of actions, his hands seemed to lose strength, and the phone fell into the desk, while Li Wenyan slammed the desk hard.

"Behave yourself, you've been out long enough."

Li Wenyan's chest kept rising and falling and he was breathing heavily. After a while, he finally calmed down, looked up at the tightly closed office door, and grinned nervously.

Jiang Qing, who was sitting quietly in the ward, suddenly felt a chill on his back and shivered.

Logically speaking, a psychiatric evaluation can only be issued after a doctor's diagnosis, but Li Wenyan, as the attending physician, has only had contact with Jiang Qing through that painting so far.

Jiang Qing placed her fingers under the quilt and tapped her thighs regularly.

Her identity in this world is extremely limited, not to mention that the tasks in this world are more difficult than any previous ones. So far, she has not figured out how to complete this task.

Just as she was lost in thought, Li Wenyan had already changed out of his professional attire and put on a casual, well-cut custom-made suit that outlined his figure in an extremely sexy and perfect manner.

He whispered a few words to the criminal police outside, then sat back in a chair outside the ward and waited.