Shen Shaojuai: I'm sorry I love you too much

Afterwards, a large sum of money was immediately remitted to the company's account, and Shen's enterprise finally breathed a sigh of relief with the funds.

A few members of the board of directors who were doing small tricks saw the strange Jiang Qingyuan sitting in front of them majestically, one by one, with complicated emotions in their eyes.

A few days later, as if he couldn't see Ye Xingyi's troubled face, Jiang Qingyuan directly carried his luggage and checked into Ye Xingyi's apartment.

When Jiang Qingyuan entered the house, he didn't stop for a moment, and visited the whole place, especially when he entered the studio, seeing Ye Xingyi's works, his whole face was radiant.

The sound of admiration was like a surging river, endless.

"I've heard that you are a famous artist. I have also collected two of your paintings that were auctioned at international auctions. Now it seems that those works are nothing compared to the ones you hide here... "

Ye Xingyi heard the first one and the first two, so he interrupted him quickly.

"Well, although we are married by contract, we are not real couples, so we don't live in the same room. Do you have any objections?"

Jiang Qingyuan was startled, looked back at her, smiled and bent his eyes, nodded: "No problem, as we agreed earlier, we can do our own thing."

"Of course." Jiang Qingyuan spread his arms, "If you are willing to love me for a long time, I am also very happy."

"Voice teasing is prohibited, ambiguity is prohibited!"

Ye Xing said the restriction without moving his head, then pushed the person out of his studio, closed the door, pointed to a room diagonally opposite, and said: "That room is yours, you can use it as you like, there are people in the room. One month wife, she will come to work for three meals a day to clean the house, if you need anything, you can ask her."

"Oh," Jiang Qingyuan walked over, opened the door and looked around for a while, nodded as if he was satisfied, then turned back and asked her, "Then where do you live?"

"I live diagonally across from you. Unless there is something important, you don't usually need to look for me."

For some reason, Ye Xingyi felt that as long as he treated Jiang Qingyuan, he would become less polite.

Maybe it has to do with first impressions?

There is no so-called idol burden between the two of them. After explaining the matter, Ye Xingyi was about to turn around and leave, when Yuesao came out pushing her suitcase and asked, "Miss Ye, your suitcase needs to be packed clean up?"

"Okay, please."

Taking a glance, Ye Xingyi nodded in agreement, and inadvertently raised his eyes, seeing Jiang Qingyuan's nostalgic eyes staring at the suitcase, and immediately understood that he remembered the first meeting between the two of them.

"Speaking of which, we really fell in love at first sight."

"Speaking of which, it is really a fate that the two of us can meet."

When Jiang Qingyuan said this, his expression was a little meaningful. Ye Xingyi didn't want to answer his words, so he said casually: "Maybe."

Then turn around and leave.

Understanding Ye Xingyi's reluctance to talk to him, Jiang Qingyuan's face changed slightly, and he raised his voice and asked, "I know what you are busy with. If I can give you clues, you will stop and stay for me a little longer. minutes?"

The words seemed ambiguous, closed his eyes tightly and opened them again, Ye Xingyi took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and then turned around sharply.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Seeing Ye Xingyi take the bait, Jiang Qingyuan smiled triumphantly.

"Are you free? Have a cup of afternoon tea with me."

On the balcony where no one came for a long time, a man and a woman with outstanding appearance sat facing each other. From a distance, against the dense green background, it looked like a painting.

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, Ye Xing moved away to get straight to the point.

"What on earth are you trying to tell me? I'm short on time."

"Don't be in a hurry."

Withdrawing his eyes from looking at the scenery into the distance, Jiang Qingyuan crossed his legs and leaned on the back of the chair. His outstanding appearance and top-notch temperament gave him an aura of British aristocrats all over his body.

"Maybe, after hearing this recording, you will understand something."

Taking out a simple recorder from his pocket, Jiang Qingyuan opened the recorder and introduced: "This is a servant of Sinan's family."

"Yes, I bribed her. As long as she tells me what happened that day, I will pay her handsomely and protect her safety."

"Safe? What do you mean?"

Grasping this sensitive word, Ye Xingyi's heart moved, and he raised his eyes to look at the man opposite.

"You'll know it when you hear it."

Jiang Qingyuan looked confident, and gently put the recording pen in the middle of the table, then let go.

Then there was a burst of tearing sound waves, and then I remembered Jiang Qingyuan's voice.

"Now tell me, what happened that day?"

Then, a woman's trembling and weak voice sounded incoherent.

"That day, that day, it wasn't that day, it was the day before, the day before, the master and wife went on a business trip, and there was only Er Shao in the house, he said, he said he wanted to stay at home alone for a few days, and let us all go Fake."

"Second Young Master usually treats people very well, but during that period, Second Young Master was a little different. Sometimes he stayed alone in the room for a long time."

"What are you doing in your room?"

"I don't know about losing my temper. Anyway, it's just making loud noises, the sound of smashing things."

"Well, you go on, he asked you to leave."

Fortunately, Jiang Qingyuan reminded him where he was talking about.

The trembling female voice continued: "Then we all, all went back. After I went back, I found that my mobile phone was left in the old house. I will come back to pick it up the next day."

"When I returned to the old house, I found that there was no one in the house. I took my mobile phone, and I thought, go say hello to the young master, and then... I saw a woman running out of the house suddenly."

"What does that woman look like?"

"She is very beautiful. I have met her before. She is very famous. Her name is Ye Xingyi. She is the wife of Shen Fengming who is going to jail now. Moreover, our Second Young Master seems to like her very much."

"And then? What else do you see?"

Hearing this, Ye Xingyi became more and more nervous, and she clenched her hands on the table involuntarily. She knew that the main event was coming.

"Later, I thought it was very strange. After the woman ran away, I thought something happened upstairs, so I wanted to go and see. I went up and found that all the houses were closed, except for one room. ..."

"What did you see?"

Jiang Qingyuan was persuasive, the woman was silent for a long time, and then she said as if she was very scared: "I, I walked to the door and saw that the door was half closed. I looked through the gap and saw, saw, Mr. An lying on the ground. On the ground, with blood all over his head."

"Anyang?"

Ye Xingyi was already clenching his teeth in a hurry, his breathing became a little short, and the scenes of that day kept replaying in his mind.

Recorder, Jiang Qingyuan continued to ask: "Is Anyang dead?"

"No, he wasn't dead at the time, but there was a hole in his head and he was bleeding a little. When I saw him, he was kneeling on the floor, just thinking about it."

"Oh, is that so? Then why was he reported dead later?"

Long silence.

"...Because... someone killed him, but it was definitely not Ye Xingyi. Because when I saw her, Mr. An was not dead and was still awake."

"Then who killed him, did you see?"

"……I saw."

Ye Xingyi's heart froze suddenly, and his pupils shrank violently.

She knew that although she knocked Anyang down, she didn't use great strength. It stands to reason that she shouldn't be able to beat anyone to death, but how could Anyang die?
"Go on, who did you see doing it?"

The maid's voice was crying because she was too emotional and scared.

"... woo... I saw it, I saw someone, he... he walked behind Mr. An... picked up the ashtray... he was wearing white gloves... specially used to make The kind of rubber gloves used in surgery..."

The maid looked carefully, but her words were a bit vague.

"and then?"

"Then, then he picked up the ashtray, he hit it down, and then Mr. An fell down, and he was screaming, but that man never stopped, he kept hitting and smashing..."

"Who did you see that person?"

Yes, who is that person?

The woman started crying again, very loudly, and kept saying, "I don't know, I don't know, I didn't see his face, I really don't know, because I ran away... "

The recording stops here.

Ye Xingyi seemed to have regained his ability to breathe suddenly, leaned back abruptly, and collapsed on the seat, his entire back was drenched with sweat.

There was only the sound of the breeze blowing on the balcony. Jiang Qingyuan did not choose to shut up this time, and remained silent for a while, letting Ye Xingyi react.

"Now you know?"

Porcelain collided with glass, making a crisp sound.

Jiang Qingyuan took a sip of tea, and stared closely at Ye Xingyi, whose eyes were straight.

"What do you think is the probability that your brother Sinan did this?"

"Brother Sinan didn't do it." Ye Xingyi shook his head, the light in his eyes became brighter and clearer!

"The facts are in front of you, and you still don't believe it."

Hearing Ye Xingyi's words, Jiang Qingyuan sat up straight away, frowning, a little dissatisfied.

"You can't say that this matter was not done by him just because the two of you had a good relationship before."

"No, you don't understand."

Ye Xingyi shook his head, sat up and hung his head, unwilling to say more.

What happened to Si Nan's brother, ordinary people may not be able to understand, not to mention that Jiang Qingyuan just intervened halfway, let alone understand the first half of what happened in the hotel last night.

Perhaps this matter was done by another personality, Si Bei.

"What don't I understand? Why are you still stubborn and believe that he is innocent?"

Boom!

With a crisp sound, the delicate teacup shattered in half on the glass.

Brown black tea gurgles out.

Ye Xing turned his eyes and slowly looked at the man opposite.

He became annoyed when he found out that the man who was originally confident and calm.