Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

"I'm fine. Can you come to the police station tomorrow morning?"

Ji An on the other end of the phone fell silent, hesitating.

"I just want to ask you about your case. Don't be afraid."

"it is good…"

As soon as Ji An agreed, Li Wenyan picked up the phone and hung up. Jiang Qing didn't even have time to say another word.

She gave Li Wenyan a resentful look, and Li Wenyan paused as he took back his phone. It was the first time he had seen Jiang Qing with such a vivid expression.

The next morning, Li Wenyan woke up and, imitating his other personality yesterday, took the psychiatric drugs that he should have taken regularly.

They each get one day, which is fair.

When leaving the house, Li Wenyan handcuffed Jiang Qing again. Jiang Qing didn't know that she was on bail at first. After she found out, she couldn't help but wonder why Li Wenyan still handcuffed her.

But Li Wenyan had a sullen face, and Jiang Qing didn't want to offend him.

Before getting into the car, Li Wenyan tilted his head slightly and glanced. Not far away, he saw a faint red light flashing. His brows furrowed and he returned to the car.

When they arrived at the Municipal Criminal Police Team, Ji An had not arrived yet. Li Wenyan and Jiang Qing were waiting in the waiting room.

The entire criminal police brigade was busy and did not have any strong reaction to the arrival of Li Wenyan and Jiang Qing.

Tao Yu had already held an emergency meeting for them earlier.

When Ji An came, he was wearing two pieces of clothing. The black hoodie on the outside covered his entire body, and he was also wearing a mask. For a moment, it was difficult to tell who he was.

The glass of the waiting room was completely transparent. Jiang Qing recognized him at a glance and stood up to greet him.

"Jiang Qing..."

Ji An had dark circles under his eyes; he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since the incident.

Jiang Qing smiled at him, then turned her head and looked at Li Wenyan. She didn't want Li Wenyan to be present.

Li Wenyan understood her signal, but still sat on the sofa stubbornly.

Ji An sat right opposite Li Wenyan, and the two looked at each other at a certain moment. Li Wenyan's eyes were filled with coldness.

Of course he knew Ji An, Jiang Qing's childhood sweetheart.

A strong anger surged up from deep within Li Wenyan's heart, but it disappeared in an instant.

He should remain calm and not let another personality take advantage of the situation.

"Doctor Li, can you please leave first?"

Jiang Qing pursed her lips after saying this, feeling somewhat helpless towards Li Wenyan.

Li Wenyan just raised his eyebrows and said defiantly, "What can't I listen to?"

Jiang Qing understood that Li Wenyan was unwilling to give in and leave the waiting room, so she had to sit back in her original seat.

"Jian, are you okay?"

When Ji An raised his eyelids, the wrinkles on his double eyelids were stretched into many layers, showing obvious signs of fatigue.

"It's fine. What did you want to ask me?"

Ji An's voice was a little hoarse, like a traveler who was short of water in the desert. He actually wanted to know whether Jiang Qing regretted taking the blame, and why it was Jiang Qing who came to question him instead of the police?

"Can you tell me some of the characteristics of that man?"

While speaking, Jiang Qing couldn't help but glance at Li Wenyan. Can he really be trusted?

Ji An had the same reaction, as if the little secret between Jiang Qing and him was being revealed in public.

that person…

Thinking of that person, Ji An swallowed the saliva that was secreted crazily in his throat uncontrollably.

He looked at Li Wenyan and said slowly, "He's not very tall, probably up to my nose, about 1.75 meters."

"He never showed his face, and his voice... was a female voice, probably a fake voice he learned. I'm sure he's a man."

-Yes, you read it right, please skip to the next chapter and don’t read the following content.

When the last sword fell from the pavilion, the fire that ignited in the Central Plains was as red as the blood that once stained the walls of Nanjing.

Jiang Qing stood on the eaves of the corridor where fireworks were rising. The fourteen-bone umbrella held up a vast expanse of dust, and scattered flames filled the sky. Xia Yin stood opposite her, and the golden thread outlined on the cuff of the hand holding the umbrella flickered with the flames.

They stood in the firelight, and the beacon flames illuminated the Central Plains.

At the foot of Huanhua Village.

Birds and magpies are happy to smell the fragrance, incense is lit around the wooden beams, and beauties are lying on bamboo chairs and couches. The wooden house in Taoyuan also has its own spring scenery. Xia Yin is waving a bamboo fan in her hand, and the mist from the boiling wine is lingering in front of her. Jiang Qing is sitting on a rocking chair among the flowers in a green dress. Perhaps because of the wine, her cheeks are flushed. Compared with the flowers, I don't know who looks more like a flower.

They had originally planned to leave for Canghai the next day. When Xia Yin came back from fishing at the lake, she brought a letter from Fu Zheng, delivered by pigeon. Fu Zheng had recently been living in Jinling and invited her to visit Jinling. Jiang Qing looked puzzled after hearing this and had no intention of going with them. But after tasting the wine, she kept repeating that she wanted to go and see.

Beautiful woman drinking wine, enviable peach blossoms.

But the drunkard, the drunkard, when he is drunk does not know that he is a guest.

The rumble of the carriages and horses rolled over the stones, and the steep road gradually became flat, and we arrived at the city of Jinling.

The peach blossoms at the city entrance were in full bloom, and vendors on both sides were hawking their wares amid the rippling falling peach petals. Jiang Qing did not settle down with Xia Yin, but simply asked for her place of residence before blending into the streets of Jinling City.

There are still some differences. The gray gauze hat barely covers the beautiful girl, and the white clothes she wears are like the first snow in winter. When she walks, the hem of her skirt is like a lotus in full bloom, just like a banished fairy. Only the sword wrapped in brocade on her back shows that the girl is wandering in the world.

Jiang Qing went to Jiming Temple. The white skirt looked a little out of place amid the red brick and gold walls and the curling incense smoke. The monks in the temple were chanting sutras, and the courtyard was empty, with only the solemn chanting in low voices.

She was not in a hurry. She pushed the door knocker of the high tower in the temple and walked quickly to the top, opened the wooden lattice window of the pavilion and looked out. They arrived late, and Jiang Qing also walked and stopped before arriving at Jiming Temple. At this time, the sky was already dark, and the setting sun with a deep red light was about to set in the west, hiding in the peach blossom forest. Jiang Qing closed her eyes and adjusted her breath. She thought that her heart might be disturbed by the wine two days ago, and she was burning with anxiety.

When he opened his eyes again, the moon had climbed up to the top of the tree, the chanting of the monks and the sound of the wooden fish had stopped, and the temple was empty and quiet. Jiang Qing did not go back, but stepped on the window sill and jumped down lightly, landing on the open space in front of the tower.

"Amitabha, would you like to rest in our temple for a night?" After I landed, I heard a questioning voice not far away. The voice was very young, a little low, and seemed steady.

Jiang Qing froze when he heard the voice, then turned around, lifted the gray gauze hat that covered his face, smiled lightly and bowed.

"Thank you for taking me in. I saw the tall building when I passed by and just wanted to enjoy the view. I won't stay here for long."

Only then did I see that the man who was questioning Jiang Qing had black hair tied behind his head with a piece of white silk. He was a lay disciple who had not yet formally converted.

The man in monk's robes looked at the woman in front of him for a moment, then lowered his head and performed a monk's salute before speaking again: "Then I won't bother you anymore." After he finished speaking, he turned sideways and walked away.