Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 545 Who is the murderer (1)
"It's so close to the end of the world, so close to the end of the world, so how can distance be a problem?"

The astonishment and pain on Fang Qingyun's face were no longer what that person wanted to care about.

Qin Yuan took a step away from her, speaking at a gentle pace, and said: "Men and women love each other, how can they get along day and night, if they don't get along, it will become torture for a long time."

Song Qiyan nodded in agreement, what he said made sense, but...

"Since they are men and women, they are both parties. They should be happy with each other no matter what."

Qin Yuan also nodded slowly: "Yes, but..."

He paused, and the raised corners of his mouth made Jin Ziqi's brows tighten a bit.

But he didn't seem to see her displeasure, he put his eyes on Song Qiyan's hand on her shoulder, the warm color between his brows made people feel like a spring breeze: "Our mistake was that we hid each other too deeply, were too young and too self-righteous, Now, I just want to work hard to see if I can pry open your heart."

But the light tone makes people shudder!

"Mr. Qin..."

Jin Ziqi's words came to his lips, but he swallowed them, as if what he said was wrong, he simply shut up and remained silent.

Song Qiyan gently stroked her arm with one hand to express his support, while continuing her words: "A Yuan, what you said made me feel like a crisis!"

He said with a smile: "However, Xiaoqi and I are registered couples at the Civil Affairs Bureau, and we still have two marriage certificates. The law protects marriage, so don't break the law!"

Song Qiyan looked at Fang Qingyun who was still standing on the side with a cold expression, shook his head and sighed: "Poor Miss Fang who is so close to you and photogenic, Ah Yuan, how can you let Miss Fang face you again and again to remind you of your love? people?"

Hearing this, Fang Qingyun shook her body slightly, but still stood aside with a dull expression on her face.

Song Qiyan and Jin Ziqi glanced at each other, both admiring Fang Qingyun for being able to bear such neglect.

Qin Yuan looked at him unmoved, and there seemed to be nothing in his eyes.

"It's hard to have both in the world, and you must have let someone down."

"Forgive me for being ignorant, but I don't understand what you're saying." Song Qiyan paused, bent slightly, made a hurt expression, raised his head in surprise, and said, "It seems... I'm going to be late for the plane!"

Jin Ziqi gradually loosened his brows, gave him a look with a smile, and slightly bowed his head to bid farewell: "Then, farewell!"

The two turned around hand in hand, leaving behind the two who stood there in a daze.

After Song Qiyan and Jin Ziqi walked away, Qin Yuan turned around, but Fang Qingyun glared at him with hatred.

But Qin Yuan walked past her indifferently, standing there alone, Fang Qingyun smiled wryly, just like what Song Qiyan said, with him like this, how would she face the audience who were waiting to see her show?
At the same time, on the highway, a black car was driving rapidly on the roundabout.

"Have you ever failed someone?" Jin Ziqi snuggled into Song Qiyan's arms, raised his head and asked with a smile.

Song Qiyan played with her graceful fingers, his eyes flashed, he met her beautiful eyes, smiled slightly, bowed his head, and kissed her temple: "The person I don't want to disappoint is right in front of me."

Jin Ziqi hugged his neck tightly, held his face in one hand, brushed his facial features lightly, and said slowly: "We are together, and we will suffer together."

Song Qiyan hugged her and fell into the seat, providing her with a more stable environment, and his tone returned to his usual laziness: "This time when we go back, we may face a violent storm."

"A rainbow can only be seen after the storm!"

Being in the gloomy city of S again, Jin Ziqi shuddered, only to feel that the atmosphere was unprecedentedly dignified.

Song Zhiren is dead, news is still blocked, S City still maintains the lively and festive period during the Spring Festival.

After walking out of the airport, Song Qiyan stopped first and unzipped the down jacket for her.

He squeezed her hand: "From now on, there will be a tough battle to fight, are you afraid?"

Jin Ziqi shook him back, and met his serious but gentle eyes, "Since ancient times, success and defeat have been achieved, except for the lofty ambitions, and it is only to seek a safe place to live."

The smile on Song Qiyan's face deepened, and he hugged her into his arms, "Okay, just for a safe place."

The person who picked up the plane was Song Zhiren's secretary. As the special assistant, Han Minzheng returned to City S one step earlier. He is currently handling related matters in the Song residence, and he sent the person.

Mr. Secretary's face was ugly, and he seemed to be preoccupied. As soon as he got into the car, he poured out words.

Song Qiyan seldom uttered a word, and occasionally nodded or winked, saving words of guidance and calming down the secretary's mood. However, the disappearance of the Song family leader's death was still an aftershock.

"Has the suspect been caught?" Song Qiyan pondered for a while before asking.

The secretary hesitated for a moment before speaking: "The police currently suspect that it is the eldest lady who lives in the east building."

As soon as these words came out, Jin Ziqi was also shocked, while Song Qiyan narrowed his black eyes slightly, his eyes were secretive.

"Why is it her?" Although Song Ranqin spoke freely, she was not so frantic.

The secretary also expressed emotion: "There are blood stains on the high heels worn by the young miss, and the police also found blood stains on the way from the main building to the east building, and a servant saw the young lady go to the study before."

Song Qiyan frowned, obviously puzzled by Song Ranqin's murder.

After all, this is an internal matter of the Song family, and Mr. Secretary also knew that he should not gossip, so he ended the topic: "As for the specific situation, the young master can go back and ask the police."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Song Qiyan did not forget to thank the secretary who ran back and forth.

"Young master, you are being polite. The chairman treats me with kindness."

At the end of the talk, there is no real content left.

Jin Ziqi also diverted his attention, and stared at the scenery outside the window in a daze.

It was already evening, and the dim lights were floating outside the gloomy window, but it was difficult to show warmth.

The car was driving smoothly, and the lights along the way were left behind one by one, thinking that this was the last one, turning a corner, and there was a continuous dimness, the road has no end.

The conversation in the car gradually subsided, and it didn't take long before it was completely quiet.

The dead silence in the car made Jin Ziqi flustered inexplicably, as if something would emerge from the silence, which made people caught off guard. She leaned forward and rummaged in the car, flustered and flustered, which made people smile.

"What do you want?" Song Qiyan's low voice rang in his ears.

He has already opened his sleepy eyes, and the hidden smile in his eyes naturally cannot be hidden from others.

But also because a bad news was in front of them, the two couldn't get excited about laughing and joking.

"It's just a little boring, I want to find something to do."

(End of this chapter)