After setting up a stall on Tianqiao, the metaphysics boss made her money like crazy

Chapter 26 Eyeball Milk Tea 6
Only then did Yan Qing withdraw his gaze, passed by him, took a cup, and took a can of milk from the refrigerator to warm it up.

Yan Xiuwen's eyes fell on the can of milk in her hand, then looked at the little girl in front of her, sized her up, looked up from her toes, and finally frowned, and said nothing.

Yan Qing understood that look, and her forehead twitched, "I'm not short."

Yan Xiuwen's crimson lips curled slightly, "I didn't say anything."

Yan Qing: "I didn't talk to you."

Yan Xiuwen looked around, his eyes fell on her, "I'm the only one around here."

Yan Qing suddenly smiled, with playful eyes, "Little Uncle, are you sure?"

Saying this, her eyes fell on the position behind Yan Xiuwen, and she curled her lips.

These words come from a person who can see ghosts, which really makes people panic, but Yan Xiuwen is not frightened at all. This reminds Yan Qing that when he first saw Zhou Jing near the train station, he never frightened.

It is said that those who are not afraid of ghosts are either courageous enough, or they are people who behave upright and sit upright on weekdays.

While she was waiting for the warm milk, she pulled aside a chair beside her and sat down, raised her pale and soft face, and chatted with him, "Little uncle, isn't he afraid of ghosts?"

Yan Xiuwen paused with his fingertips, "Why are you afraid?"

Yan Qing smiled, "There will always be people in this world who are afraid."

He put the ceramic cup in his hand on the table and looked at Yan Qing, "The ghost that other people are afraid of may be because other people want to see people again."

Thinking about it this way, no matter how miserable a ghost is, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Hearing this, the smile on Yan Qing's face deepened, "It seems that my little uncle also has someone in his heart that he wants to see again."

Yan Xiuwen pursed his lips slightly, and did not speak, but thought of some things he learned at Yunda University today. The Song Yu learned from other students around Song Yu and the counselor was very different from the Song Yu spoken by Wang Chen. .

So much so that he always felt that this matter was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

But now, even Wang Chen's body has not been found, and it is too difficult to conduct a thorough investigation.

He asked, "Do you have a way to find Wang Chen's body?"

"It's a bit difficult, but you can give it a try." Yan Qing frowned, looking at Yan Xiuwen, "Why, the investigation of the case is not going well?"

Originally, the case should not be discussed with people other than the case, but Yan Qing was involved in it from the very beginning, and Yan Xiuwen didn't care about it.

"The scene of the crime has been cleaned up, and no evidence related to Song Yu can be found. The suspect who visited the Song Yu School today, and the Song Yu that Wang Chen narrated that day, are like two people."

Therefore, Yan Xiu always felt in his heart that there was something wrong.

How can a person who is devoted to academic study get into a dead end in emotional matters to the point of killing people.

Yan Xiuwen: "What do you think?"

The corner of Yan Qing's mouth slightly raised, "No one can guarantee that ghosts won't lie, can they?"

Yan Xiuwen was slightly taken aback.

Yan Qing said again: "It's just because those words came from the mouth of the victim, so you subconsciously feel that the words from the mouth of the deceased can't be false."

"But if Wang Chen's words were fabricated from the very beginning, then it's unknown what kind of person Song Yu is and whether he killed anyone."

If you want to understand a person, you never know it from a person's mouth, but you have to see it with a pair of eyes.

seeing is believing.

Yan Xiuwen nodded slightly. Indeed, because the words came from the victim's mouth, during the process of handling the case, Song Yu was regarded as the murderer, and this was the direction of the investigation.

The most taboo in handling cases is preconceived perception. They made a big mistake.

Yan Qing smiled, "Little uncle, when I lured the deceased out that day, I just gave you the identity of the deceased so that you can have a direction of investigation, but I can't guarantee whether what people say is true or false."

Yan Qing's words were enlightening, but they didn't sound like what a 17-year-old girl would say.

Yan Xiuwen's eyes suddenly had a different scrutiny than usual, "Thank you."

Yan Qing pursed his lips, "It's just after-sales service, please be polite."

Because only one dim light was turned on, the light in the kitchen was a little warm, and it looked a little hazy.

Maybe it was because she was at home, she was more comfortable, she was only wearing a small apricot suspender top and shorts, the warm light shone on Yan Qing's body, making Shengxue's skin even more delicate and smooth.

The light fabric can't cover the spring scenery underneath.

Yan Xiuwen moved his eyes slightly, and did not look at Yan Qing again.

At this moment, there was a light "ding", and the milk was warmed up.

Yan Qing got up and walked over, just about to reach out to pick up the cup, but was grabbed by a hand stretched out from behind.

She turned her head and saw Yan Xiuwen's face at close range. Those deep eyes seemed to be able to attract people to the dark place inside, sinking deeper and deeper.

His hands are thick and warm. From such a close distance, you can almost feel the warmth coming from his chest behind you. It is slightly warm, which cannot be ignored.

Yan Xiuwen let go of Yan Qing's hand, and put the handkerchief in her pocket into her palm, "Be careful of burning your hands."

Because the voice was low, it was slightly magnetic, and it made people's ears tingle.

No one has ever been so close to her, so close that her whole body is surrounded by a strange atmosphere, a little uncomfortable, but not annoying.

I just don't know why, but there is a faint sense of familiarity in her heart that she can't even fathom.

She frowned.

When Yan Qing came back to his senses, Yan Xiuwen had already flushed his cup with water and put it away. When he walked out of the kitchen, he left a sentence, "It's cold at night, wear an extra layer when you go out, be careful of catching cold."

Yan Qing held the handkerchief, took a sip of the milk, and it was warm. She blinked and looked in the direction where Yan Xiuwen was walking away. Why did she feel that Yan Xiuwen was a little strange tonight?
She narrowed her eyes slightly, "Whatever he does, as long as he has money to make."

...

Early the next morning, because of the weekend, the whole family had dinner at home.

When Yan Shu went downstairs, Yan Zhen was following behind her. Seeing that Yan Qing and Yan Xiuwen had already eaten, she hurriedly walked two steps forward, "Sister, little uncle, good morning."

While saying hello, she yawned. She was disturbed by her elder brother all night last night, and she almost couldn't get up in the morning.

It's just that he hasn't been home for half a year, and he doesn't remember where he puts anything in his own bedroom, not even the notebook where he put the things he wrote last year.

He was rummaging in the study on the third floor, but he found a certain essay written by Yan Shu in junior high school.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, holding the composition, he angrily knocked on Yan Shu's door, wanting to settle accounts with her.

Yan Qing looked at Yan Shu with sympathy. She was next door last night and heard that Yan Zhen, who was not worried, knocked on the door seven times in one night.

No wonder mothers who are married and have children don't sleep well. After all, children are prone to fuss at night.

　"My Brother" Author: Yan Shu
　　My elder brother has a poor memory and needs to be taken care of for daily necessities. I am often late for school because of him.

　　He can't take care of himself, but he often puts on his elder brother's airs and says he wants to take care of me.

　　Last Monday night, it was cold and windy, I had a fever, 37 degrees 8, my parents were not at home, my brother who was in high school was worried about me, and resisted all opinions, his thin body carried me on his back, in the cold night Running in the wind, when I arrived at the hospital, I had a fever of 39 degrees 8, and because my brother was too tired, the wind blew all the way, and passed out with a high fever on my hospital bed.

　　In order to take care of my delicate and frail elder brother, I stayed up all night.

　　I am very grateful to my brother, who made me understand that a person can unleash his unlimited potential when he is sick.

　　He's a decadent, useless guy who inspires me to be something not like him.

　　I love my brother and he will be my role model for the rest of my life.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)