Tsk!
Yan Qing's words came to her senses as soon as she uttered them. But he has high concentration, his face is not red, and he is not out of breath. As if he didn't say that sentence, he urged, "Go take a bath."
Zhan Wuyou rolled his eyes around Yan Qing's face, and then replied slowly, "Oh."
I don't know if Yan Qing overinterpreted it, but he always felt that Zhan Wuyou's "oh" contained too much meaning.
But he still kept his composure, and asked with a cold face, "Aren't you going? Are you going to practice for a while?"
"I'm going right away." Zhan Wuyou walked out the door with a smile on his face, and when he was about to turn the door, he turned his head back and said with a sticky smile, coquettish and proud, "Hurry up, too." Yeah, I'm waiting for you to apply medicine to me."
Yan Qing: "..." Damn it! He just understood!
Zhan Wuyou ran away after finishing speaking, exciting and beautiful.
Yan Qing stood on the spot with a sullen face. After a long while, she reached out and touched her earlobe, and cursed in a low voice, half angry and half annoyed, "Bastard!"
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Su Xiaoyan half-hidden at the corner of the stairs, with a pair of poisonous eyes, watching Zhan Wuyou walk past the stairs with a happy smile, and went straight to Brother Yan's room.
She retreated into the darkness, her slightly drooping eyelids pressed against her pupils, showing a bit of coldness and ruthlessness.
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Zhan Wuyou, Zhan Wuyou!
As long as he stays at Yan's house for a day, Brother Yan will not give him the eyes.
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She wants to find a way... think of a way...
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Zhan Wuyou Meimei took a bath, wrapped in a bath towel, and came out generously.
The person who had promised to apply medicine to him was not in the room.
He walked a few steps in the direction of the study room, and vaguely heard Yan Qing's deep and magnetic noises, "Are you sure it's him?" "Bring it here."
Zhan Wuyou's beautiful eyes rolled around slowly, a thought vaguely flashed across his mind, and then dissipated in the sound of Yan Qing's approaching footsteps.
"Master." Zhan Wuyou stood where he was, waiting for Yan Qing to approach.
His face was still covered in light powder from the shower. Now when he looked up at him halfway, he looked like a cute little pink pet.
Yan Qing put the medicine in his hand into his palm, and pushed him towards the bed, "It's late, I'll go to bed after taking the medicine."
Zhan Wuyou was taken aback, "Master, don't you want to sleep together?"
Yan Qing had already put a coat on her wrist, and raised her chin slightly when she heard the words, "Go to bed first."
It seems that the little scapegoat was delivered to the door.
Zhan Wuyou was clear in his heart, but his body followed Yan Qing tightly, until he sent the person to the door, then he whispered, full of attachment, "Master, are you still coming back to sleep?"
Yan Qing frowned, and asked, "If I don't come back, where will I sleep?"
Zhan Wuyou laughed in satisfaction, stretched out his hand to hook his little finger, and said coquettishly, "Then I'll wait for you."
It didn't take two words to roll around on the tongue, and finally thought that this little thing would not be so obedient, "Okay, go to sleep."
"Master, come back early, I'll wait for you."
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After closing the door, the little pet who had called the owner to come back not long ago turned around and took off the masquerade disguise, flipped out the window neatly, and almost reached the interrogation room with Yan Qing.
The difference is that one is inside and one is outside.
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Consistent with what he thought.
The little scapegoat was being tied to the chair that Tang Jing had been sitting in. The scene was exactly the same, the difference was that the person sitting was changed.
Qi An pursed his lips tightly, with a slightly immature face drooping slightly, as if giving up resistance completely.
From Zhan Wuyou's position, he could only see half of his face, even so, it was enough for him to match up with the previous life - the lost young master of the Qi family.
His scapegoat turned out to be this person.
No wonder. No wonder Ruan Baichun in his previous life had such a good relationship with the Qi family.
Thinking about it now, the identities of the other two little lambs are clearly revealed.
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Qi An knows the security of the Yan family, which is a police boundary in the industry, and the ability to escape the Yan family's security is unquestionable, but so far, he only knows of one case.
He thought he would be second...
Being caught now can only be said to be inferior to others. After all, the things were not stolen in the end, and the Yan family had no actual losses. He wasn't panicking.
But when they asked about the whereabouts of 'The Mask of the Empress Dowager', Qi An was stunned.
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"I didn't steal it, it wasn't me." Qi An was a little excited, "This is the first time I made a move..."
Yan Qing sat on the armchair, even though she had no expression on her face, the aura around her could not be ignored.
He raised his eyelids, and his eyes were not angry and prestige.
Qi An met his gaze, and instantly lost his voice.
The Yan family has caught a lot of thieves, and those who can steal onto the Yan family's territory have stronger psychological qualities than the average ones, and they will definitely not be able to tell the truth at first.
Yan Qing swept over her subordinates.
The mobile phone took a specially made large thumbtack from the side.
The semicircle at the bottom of the thumbtack is about the size of a palm, and the pin in the middle is as thick as an adult's little finger.
This needle is enough to pierce the back of the hand.
Qi An was originally as quiet as a chicken after being stared at by Yan Qing, but now seeing that person coming over with this foot-shaped thumbtack, he couldn't help but panic, and struggled vigorously, "What are you guys doing? It's not me! Really, It's really not me! Lord Yan, it's not me! It's really not me!"
Wang Zhi copied his shoe prints the first time he caught him, and he was comparing them with the paper at home.
"Huh?" He made a puzzled sound.
Yan Qing shifted her attention to Wang Zhina.
"Yan Ye." Wang Zhi stacked the two pictures together and put them in front of Yan Qing.
The sizes of the two pictures have been completely combined, but the difference can still be seen at a glance.
One pair shows signs of wear, the other is brand new.
The problem is that the French reprinted soles have obvious traces of use, but Qi An's pair is very new.
It is impossible for a pair of shoes to become newer.
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Yan Qing's momentum sank visible to the naked eye.
He even wanted to use counterfeit goods to deceive the world.
He got up from the chair and said in a low voice, "Bring it."
The subordinate who was about to carry out the execution was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was speaking to himself. Immediately and respectfully sent the huge thumbtack on Yan Qing's hand.
Yan Ye held it casually.
His skin is cold and white, and the blue veins on his hands are obvious. Now he is holding something, the purple veins on his hands are slightly raised, full of strength.
Qi An's eyes trembled slightly, and his whole body was visibly panicked.
Yan Qing walked to his side.
The shadow cast by the light casts on Qi An. He felt like a piece of soft meat being stared at by a wild beast. He had no strength to resist at all, and could only passively wait for the beast to devour him.
"Who sent you here?" Yan Qing's eyebrows were stern, the needle in her palm pierced the back of Qi An's hand, the tip was sharp, and he didn't show mercy, the skin was pierced with such skill, and blood oozes out.
Qi An's throat rolled up and down, his voice trembling unconsciously, "No, no one. It's me... ah!!"
The nail needle with the width of the adult's little finger pierced the back of his hand mercilessly, penetrated the armrest of the chair, and directly nailed the palm of his left hand to the chair.
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What kind of strength is this, to be able to do this with bare hands
Zhan Wuyou, who was outside the window, hid in the dark with a guilty conscience, inexplicably feeling a dull pain in his palm.
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Qi An's face was pale, and the corners of his lips were trembling.
"Come again." Yan Qing stretched out her hand.
Another giant thumbtack was delivered to his palm.
He is like a murderous god without temperature.
Another needle was placed on the back of Qi An's right hand, Yan Qing's voice was low and cold, "Who sent you here."
Qi An opened his mouth tremblingly, but did not make any sound.
Yan Qing slightly bent down and got close to him.
Qi An was surrounded by the smell of smoke and cold fragrance from the man's body, and the frequency of shaking increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Yan Qing's magnetic voice hit his ear, "I'm impatient. Three."
Qi An still couldn't react.
"two."
Qi An understood what he meant.
His face became even more ugly, and the corners of his mouth opened again, but as before, no sound came out.
"One." Yan Qing pushed hard with her palm!
Accompanied by Qi An's hoarse wailing, the nail pierced his right hand and pierced the back of the chair.
The blood on Qi An's lips faded away.
The whole body is like a fish out of water unconsciously standing upright, but because it is tied to the chair, the chair keeps bumping against the floor, making a crackling sound.
Yan Qing took the wet wipes from Wang Zhi, and slowly wiped off her fingers one by one, "You are very brave."
Qi An's ears were buzzing.
"It's a pity that he is an abandoned child."
Qi An heard Yan Qing's words clearly, but the pain made his mind not clear.
"Who gave you these shoes?"
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