Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

After waiting for a long time, the third policeman finally arrived, holding a document in a brown paper bag.

The three detectives exchanged some words with each other before walking up to Li Wenyan and nodding at him, "Doctor Li, thank you very much."

Li Wenyan showed a gentle smile, but for some reason this smile made the three detectives feel their hair stand on end and was a little creepy.

"I'll take that person with me."

Li Wenyan stood up gracefully, straightened the wrinkles on his sleeves, and opened Jiang Qing's door.

He walked towards the end of Jiang Qing's bed step by step in his leather shoes. At this time, the sunlight had hidden under the window as time passed, and Jiang Qing's position was not exposed to the sunlight.

"Miss Jiang, please follow me."

Jiang Qing raised her eyes and looked at Li Wenyan. Even the curve of the man's mouth was the same as in the morning, but he gave her a strange feeling, as if he was different from the man in the morning.

"Where?"

"I'll take you home."

It was not until Jiang Qing sat in the passenger seat of Li Wenyan's car that she felt something was strange. There was a very fresh scent of bergamot in his car.

Her right hand was still handcuffed with a silver handcuff, locked to the gap of the car door handle.

Isn't she a suspect? Why can Li Wenyan take her away?

"Is there anything in particular you'd like to eat?"

Li Wenyan stepped on the brakes, and the bright red light at the intersection was reflected in his pupils.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself." His fingers tapped the steering wheel absentmindedly, "Li Wenyan, my name is."

"You are under special police protection, and I am your current caretaker."

Jiang Qing didn't say anything, and his eyes moved from his right hand to Li Wenyan.

Li Wenyan was finally able to see Jiang Qing's face clearly. Just now, Jiang Qing had been tilting her head and staring at the handcuffs on her hands. He was already a little impatient.

Jiang Qing's lips were cracked because she hadn't drunk water for a long time, but they were still pink. Li Wenyan stared at her lips and asked again: "Don't speak?"

"why?"

When Li Wenyan heard Jiang Qing's voice, his hands that were originally on the steering wheel suddenly tightened, but he hid it well and loosened them in just a moment.

This was the first sentence Jiang Qing said to him.

"The police are not fools, Jiang Qing."

Li Wenyan glanced at Jiang Qing deeply, as if he had completely seen through the 18-year-old girl in front of him.

Jiang Qing couldn't help biting her lower lip, and Li Wenyan's eyes suddenly became dim.

"The light is red."

Li Wenyan was still expecting what kind of answer Jiang Qing would give him. Upon hearing this, he quickly turned his head and looked straight ahead. The red light turned green, indicating that it was clear to pass.

The brake under his feet was released, and he stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped away like an arrow.

Li Wenyan took Jiang Qing back to his home.

His house was a 25-minute drive from the hospital, in a community with extremely strict security. He had to swipe his card twice just to get into the underground garage.

Jiang Qing watched Li Wenyan park the car neatly, then walked to the passenger seat, helped her open the door, removed the handcuffs on the other end, and then handcuffed his own wrists.

"Let's go, Miss Jiang."

Jiang Qing obediently followed Li Wenyan to the elevator, while a black vehicle flashed several red dots behind a pillar in the underground garage.

Li Wenyan turned his head as if he sensed something, and when he turned his face to the side, the corner of his mouth curled up in a strange arc.

When Jiang Qing sensed his movements and looked up, she saw Li Wenyan staring at the whorl of hair on her head, and suddenly a chill rose in her heart.

Although I know that Li Wenyan is "Ayan", this body is still more or less afraid of such a neurotic person.