My wife is so sweet

Chapter 435 Afraid of getting her hands dirty
"You were there at that time?" Yang Chuyue asked again, with a calm face and a light tone, as if she was talking to someone about whether the weather would be sunny or rainy tomorrow.

"Yeah, I saw your brother being raped with my own eyes. He screamed loudly at first, but then it gradually weakened, and finally the sound disappeared. This kind of process is similar to murder." Pan Yixuan said emotionally. It is described luxuriantly.

Before Yang Chuyue's eyes, it seemed that Yang Ting's process from resistance to despair appeared.

She finally couldn't bear it anymore and threw the coffee cup in Pan Yixuan's face.

The coffee slid across Pan Yixuan's face, staining her delicate makeup, but she smiled slowly, her eyes full of complacency: "Yang Chuyue, you finally can't help it!"

"But you are much more calm than before." Almost, she was about to be cheated.

I really thought she was indifferent.

"Do you know? At that time, your brother's expression was exactly the same as yours. You really deserve to be brothers and sisters."

This sentence was like a fuse, burning out Yang Chuyue's remaining rationality.

She suddenly smashed the vase on the table, picked up the fragments, and slashed towards Pan Yixuan's neck.

Pan Yixuan was thrown to the ground by her, holding her tightly.

"Help, you're killing someone." She yelled in panic.

Yang Chuyue covered her mouth while cutting her throat.

Seeing this, the waiter next to him called the police, La Yang Chuyue La Yang Chuyue.

In the end, Yang Chuyue ruthlessly inserted the fragment into Pan Yixuan's heart.

When the blood spurted onto her face, she felt a dark refreshment in her heart.

The guilt that weighed her down finally eased a little.

Pan Yixuan was convulsed with pain, her face was pale and her eyes were rolled out due to excessive bleeding.

The ambulance arrived quickly, and the paramedics took her to the car on a stretcher.

Yang Chuyue was taken away by the police.

in the interrogation room
Yang Chuyue sat on a small chair with her hands handcuffed.

Above her head was a large wattage electric lamp, the overly bright light made her eyes narrow slightly.

The long eyelashes blocked her eyes, making it hard to see her eyes clearly, but her face was very calm.

In front of her, sat two policemen, and they stared at her without blinking, trying to find the slightest panic on her face.

But no.

Her face was as calm as if she had done nothing.

"Why kill people?" One of the policemen couldn't help asking.

"Because she deserves to be killed!" Yang Chuyue's voice was the same as her face, too calm, her eyes were dark.

"What do you mean should be killed?" The policeman slapped the table: "Do you think you lived in ancient times? If you don't like a person, you kill her? Now it's a society ruled by law, understand?"

Yang Chuyue bowed her head, quietly listening to the other party's teaching.

With her appearance, the policeman couldn't get angry anymore.

"What is the reason for doing it?"

Yang Chuyue kept silent.

"What do I ask you?" The policeman was once again provoked by her attitude.

When Yan Jingshi came, what he saw was such a picture.

Yang Chuyue sat quietly in the interrogation room, curled up on the chair with blood on her face and body.

"Is there any injury?" He went over, pulled her up, and examined her carefully.

Almost instantly, a smile appeared on Yang Chuyue's face: "It's okay, the blood is not mine, don't worry."

Yan Jingshi's tense nerves relaxed: "You're messing around again. If you want to kill someone, just tell me. I'll arrange for someone to go. Why do you need to dirty your hands?"

(End of this chapter)