Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

The whistle of the car is getting closer and closer to the villa.

An Xiaojing heard the voice outside the door clearly.

It belongs to Uncle Lin.

"Master, you're back!" An Xiaojing listened carefully, her eyes on the man in front of her gradually changed from shock to doubt.

"Well, it's raining heavily, Uncle Lin, please park the car and go inside early!" The man's voice carried the usual indifference and inaudible emotion, but An Xiaojing was sure that the person was Leng Yichen.

She looked at the man in front of her again, and the man also looked at her.

Then with a slightly weird smile.

No, it's impossible.

She didn't stop any longer, and ran out of the studio directly, the voices of Uncle Lin and Leng Yichen had gradually faded.

So, she wanted to follow the voices of those two people, but only saw Uncle Lin's figure.

"Uncle Lin!" An Xiaojing looked around.

But strangely, even the car that honked just now was gone.

"Young Mistress, why don't you open an umbrella? The rain hasn't stopped yet!"

Uncle Lin saw that An Xiaojing's whole body was soaked, and he couldn't see the umbrella he gave her just now, so he asked curiously.

"Just now, was it Leng Yichen's voice?" An Xiaojing didn't answer, and regardless of her soaked clothes, she just wanted to find the answer to her doubts.

"Yes, young mistress, what's the matter?" Uncle Lin's expression was very puzzling.

But An Xiaojing didn't seem to see any deception in the old man's eyes.

He brought the newly opened umbrella in his hand close to An Xiaojing again, while he stood in the pouring rain.

"Then what about others? Didn't Leng Yichen just come back, why did he suddenly disappear?" An Xiaojing asked tentatively.

"The young master answered the phone just now, saying that he had something to do, and went out again, young mistress, what's the problem?" Uncle Lin asked, his clothes were soaked in the rain again.

An Xiaojing looked at the road on the ground that was run over by a car just now, because it was a rainy day, the imprint of the car was still very clear, that person must have come back.

An Xiaojing suddenly seemed to think of something, and rushed to the studio again, not caring about Uncle Lin's constant shouting behind her.

"Young Mistress, Young Mistress." Uncle Lin kept yelling, but he couldn't stop that person from running around.

She just wanted to see that man again.

When I returned to the studio, everything became peaceful again.And that man, like smoke, disappeared without even a trace.

She looked around again, trying to find that familiar figure, but she couldn't find it anymore. She knew that even if she tried again, it would probably be in vain.

And the painting on the drawing board that I drew unexpectedly disappeared.

Only the unfinished pair of gouache on the drawing board in the studio just now remained.

"Strange?" An Xiaojing's heart trembled slightly. Why did the paintings and people here just disappear in an instant?

Looking at the paint box again, the red is always intact, and there are very few places where red is used on the gouache.

But when she was painting by herself, the rendering of the whole painting required a lot of red, and she had already almost used up the red pigment.

So is all this a dream?But if it is a dream, why is it so real.

An Xiaojing looked around again, there was no one in the empty studio except herself.All that was left was the sound of his own breathing and the sound of the rain outside the window.

Lost, spread from the heart.

Pick up the umbrella on the ground, there are still wet water stains on it.

It was just a while, and even the water stains on the umbrella were not completely dried.

However, that person disappeared without a trace.

An Xiaojing felt very tired. Such a game of hide and seek suddenly made her feel very tired.

"Who the hell are you?" An Xiaojing looked at the umbrella, a little lost.

After a long time, she retreated from the studio. She was in a complicated mood and did not return to the villa.

An Xiaojing's steps moved outside the villa at some point...

Not long after.

An's old house, after the incident between An Xianyang and An Xiya last time, it has been sealed off by the police.

An Xiaojing stood at the door, holding an umbrella, looking at the familiar place without feeling any fear.

"Want to go in?"

Suddenly, a hoarse man's voice came from behind. An Xiaojing had never heard this voice before, and she was slightly curious.

An Xiaojing turned around abruptly, a little shocked for a moment.

A man in a black robe stood upright, with a silver mask on his face, and the rain was pattering on her body, but this man didn't mind at all.

"You are?" An Xiaojing was puzzled, she didn't know this person, and the breath emanating from this person made herself a little scared.

"I'm the one to help you!" The man's voice was sinister, and he walked towards An Xiaojing step by step, and her hand holding the umbrella trembled slightly.

"Don't be afraid! No matter what it is, I can help you!" said the man with the silver mask.

An Xiaojing just stood quietly, staring at him, not saying a word.

"For example, your brother, and your children. How were they murdered? I can help you get rid of that person!"

The man said it easily, but An Xiaojing's eyes showed a slight fear. She didn't know why this man knew so well about her life situation.

"who are you?"

she asked, but there was still some tremor in her voice.

"I don't need you to care about my affairs!"

"Yes, but I have the right to say that when you haven't thought it through. You will need me in the future."

The man in black said firmly.

There was an unknown sound, An Xiaojing turned around instinctively, and when she turned back, the man had disappeared into the rain, as if he had never been here.

……

When Leng Yichen came out of the hospital, An Xianyang hadn't woken up yet, and he looked unconscious.

And An Xianyang's psychiatric department shows that he has many mental problems.

He also consulted a doctor, but the man just shook his head about An Xianyang's situation. Leng Yichen became a little impatient, so he didn't ask any more questions, and finally called Han Su directly.

"If you have nothing to do these two days, come and see An Xianyang!"

While speaking, he looked at the rain that was still floating in the sky, without any intention of stopping.

"Young master Leng, you are looking for work for me, so you can't let your private doctor stop for a while." Han Su's tone was a little unhappy, and this man was always looking for work for himself.

Moreover, what he was most curious about was how Leng Yichen and An Xianyang suddenly became a front line?Young Master Leng actually wanted to go to fix Xianyang's illness by himself.

This doesn't make sense!