The beauty god is forced to love every day

When Jin Zeyan saw the police were about to take Yan Qing away, he subconsciously reached out to stop them. But before he could step forward, Yan Qing grabbed his hand.

"Wait until I come back, it's okay, if you have any problems, find Lin Chen, he will solve it." Yan Qing patted Jin Zeyan's arm.

He smiled nonchalantly, turned around and followed the police away.

Jin Zeyan looked at Yan Qing's leaving back, his dark eyes full of helplessness, his hands clenched tightly in his sleeves.

He felt his mind was in a fuzzy state and his waist was aching, but he forced himself to cheer up and quickly contacted Assistant Lin.

I arranged everyone with the director.

Looking at the reporters who were reluctant to leave, he said forcefully, "Everyone can leave now, but I don't want the front page headlines tomorrow to be about Jinhua."

"If I see any reports about Jinhua, you can expect to receive a lawyer's letter! I mean what I say."

All the reporters didn't dare to say anything for a moment and had to leave in shame. After all, Jinhua's legal team was well-known in the circle and was not easy to mess with.

After receiving the news, Lin Chen first found a lawyer and then asked for help from his connections to find out what was going on.

He didn't believe that it was just because of a studio collapse, and he thought someone must have tampered with it, so he was busy until late at night.

There was no useful information at all. He was just feeling overwhelmed. Someone above him was plotting something. He could neither see Mr. Yan nor get bail.

Jin Zeyan has been staying in the room since he came back in the afternoon. His high nervousness made him feel dazed.

He held the phone in his arms, waiting for Assistant Lin's call. Fear and helplessness lingered in his heart, and he buried his head in his knees.

He held his head with his arms and felt a severe headache. His body seemed to be constantly being torn apart, as if it was going to tear him in half.

He clutched his hair in pain, his mouth trembling uncontrollably, and he murmured in a low voice, suppressing the pain, "I'm so useless..."

"I'm useless. I can't help at all. I'm just a waste."

Gradually, he began to lose control of himself. He felt a headache and kept banging his head against the wall.

The two personalities kept switching, and the spirit was constantly tortured. Sometimes it was kind and innocent, "Brother Qing, what should I do?"

After a while, he calmed down and said wisely, "You are a loser. You can't even protect Qingqing. You deserve to die!"

This crazy state continued until dawn, when the first ray of sunlight from the sky came in through the window.

It just happened to shine in front of Jin Zeyan. He could reach out and touch the sunlight, but the light was so hot that it seemed to melt him.

At this moment, the phone suddenly rang, and he answered it impatiently, "Hello, Assistant Lin, is there any news?"

There was silence on the phone for a moment before he slowly spoke, "Mr. Jin, the situation is very unfavorable to us. The people who built the studio insisted that it was Mr. Yan who asked them to cut corners."

"Someone from the construction company also admitted that they took kickbacks, and a body was dug out from the collapsed studio."

"The medical examiner is currently performing an autopsy. The details are not yet clear..."

The voice on the phone suddenly became noisy. He couldn't hear what was said clearly. After a while, he only heard one sentence.

"I have something to do now, so I'll hang up first."

Jin Zeyan stared at the phone blankly, his black eyes dull and lifeless, for a long time, until the phone slipped from his hand.

It hit the ground with a dull sound. He came to his senses instantly and numbly reached out to touch the ray of sunlight in front of him.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer, "I am indeed useless, come out! Go out and save Brother Qing, and I will give you my body."

"As long as he's safe."

As he finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, and a change was visible to the naked eye: the black wolf tail turned into half-long white hair.

The gentle temperament suddenly turned cold and ruthless, and his thin lips opened slightly, "Well, leave it to me."

The night personality took control of the body. The corners of his mouth curled up in a cold arc, and he simply tied the loose hair on both sides back.

He took off his casual clothes and looked at the bloody wound on his waist. He subconsciously reached out and pressed it.

He hissed in pain, "It hurts a little."

He casually dressed himself up, changed into a black suit and went out directly, talking on the phone as he walked.

After a while, I got a chance to visit.

in prison.

Yan Qing sat leisurely, with her legs crossed straight, her middle finger tapping lightly, a sneer on her lips.

There were people all around who were eyeing him covetously, but due to the momentum, no one dared to take action.

The atmosphere was depressing and solemn, as if a fierce fight would break out if someone took action first.

Suddenly, the door opened and a thin man walked in. His long black hair covered his eyes, making it difficult to see clearly.

But the gloomy atmosphere was overwhelming, and I felt like I was being stared at by a rat in a gutter, very sticky and cold.

This made Yan Qing frown slightly and look at the man unhappily. What he didn't expect was that the man appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

A fist as big as a sandbag came whizzing towards him, and he subconsciously dodged, only to see the fist hit the bed rail heavily, bending the iron bar in an instant.

Yan Qing was shocked. He didn't expect this person to be so fast and so powerful.

Before he could react, the man swiftly threw another punch, which was fierce and powerful.

Yan Qing dodged to the side and barely avoided the punch. He then did a roundhouse kick towards the man's waist.

The man reacted very quickly, stretching out his hand to block Yan Qing's kick, while at the same time his other hand turned his palm into a knife and slashed at Yan Qing's neck.

Yan Qing quickly lowered his head, and the palm knife passed over his head. He then rolled forward and put some distance between himself and the man.

Seeing this, others also rushed forward. It was difficult to use fists and feet in the narrow space, but without the man joining in, he easily knocked down these minions.

When he raised his eyes, he saw the man with his arms folded and smiling at him. This time, he took the initiative and rushed towards the man like a cheetah, punching the man's chest with both fists.

The power of the two collided in the air, making a dull sound. The corners of the man's mouth slightly raised, revealing a weird smile.

He suddenly exerted force, knocking Yan Qing back a few steps, and quickly approached him, using a sound that both of them could hear.

"Lord God, I also have a mission. I'm sorry for offending you this time, but I'll ask you to get it back next time."

Yan Qing was distracted by the words "Lord God", and when he reacted, he was punched.

He tasted a hint of blood at the corner of his mouth, probably because his teeth had broken through the barrier. He steadied his body, thinking secretly in his heart.

Who is the person in front of him? Which department did he come from to complete the mission? How dare he hit him in the face?

I'm tired of living.