Suddenly, a murmuring sound came into An Qiyue's ears.

Realizing that there was still someone in the room, An Qiyue slowly stood up, and a glimmer of hope ignited in her eyes.

If there was one more person in the room, he might be an eyewitness to what had just happened.

Then he can tell her the truth.

I may not be the murderer, everything may just be thinking too much.

An Qiyue comforted herself, thinking a little lucky.

Following the direction from which the voice came, An Qiyue finally stopped in front of the curtain.

Then, An Qiyue slowly raised his left hand and opened the curtain.

But what she didn't expect was that behind the curtain was Yang Chenyi, who she was so familiar with that she couldn't be more familiar.

And what surprised her even more was that Yang Chenyi was shrinking in the corner today, embarrassed and embarrassed, something she had never seen before.

At this time, Yang Chenyi is really inferior to her own embarrassment.

It was completely different from the sunny and cheerful look she saw every time.

Except for her mother, the only person who makes her feel warm is Yang Chenyi.

Every time he meets Yang Chenyi, An July will be happy for a long time.

In other words, Yang Chenyi is the light in her gloomy life.

But this man who looked like a wounded little beast licking his wounds in the corner, this man with messy hair, messy clothes, and stubble on his chin could hardly coincide with that high-spirited teenager.

She couldn't have imagined that such a clean and bright boy would come to such a place.

An Qiyue slowly squatted down and shouted with some uncertainty.

"Brother Yi?"

Yang Chenyi didn't respond, as if he hadn't heard, and immersed himself in his own world.

"Brother Yi......"

An Qiyue held Yang Chenyi's hand, but found that he had a deep wound on his hand.

The wound was fresh, and it was still oozing blood.

An Qiyue shook Yang Chenyi, hoping to awaken his senses.

But at this time, Yang Chenyi had already been trapped by the nightmare in the depths of his memory, and he couldn't feel anything at all.

An Qiyue was so anxious that she shed tears again and again, but it didn't help.

Yang Chenyi still kept repeating that sentence.

But Yang Chenyi's voice was very soft, and An Qiyue carefully discerned it for a long time before he could hear what Yang Chenyi said clearly.

"I didn't do it, I'm sorry ......"

An Qiyue's eyes widened when he heard this, thinking of the wound on Yang Chenyi's hand and the knife wound on the dead Mr. Wang......

Could it be that Wang was always killed by Yang Chenyi?

Thinking of this, An Qiyue shook Yang Chenyi even more anxiously, but Yang Chenyi still did not react.

After settling down with Rose in the West Night, he came to look for Yang Chenyi.

When he walked to the door, he found that his subordinates were locked out, and it was clear when he thought of Yang Chenyi's temper.

Siye waved his hand to dismiss his men, and then he wanted to turn away, but remembering Rose's worried and self-reproachful expression, he paused, and then walked to the door of the room.

Xiye looked at the closed door, raised his hand and knocked, but there was no sound inside, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, opened the door and walked in.

In the room at this time, An Qiyue didn't know whether the person who came was friend or foe, so he didn't respond, but helped Yang Chenyi to stand up, and he was also standing next to him, and then, An Qiyue closed the curtain and covered Yang Chenyi's mouth with one hand.

Xiye pushed the door in, and the smell of blood in the room made him frown subconsciously.

And looking around, there was no trace of Yang Chenyi and An Qiyue in the west, and there seemed to be only Mr. Wang, who was lying on the ground and had long since lost his breath, in the house.

Aren't they here?

However, there are so many people guarding the door, there is no reason for them to go out, those people can't see it.

Thinking of this, Xiye looked around again, and finally his eyes fixed on the heavy curtains.

Xiye gently moved his steps and came to the front of the curtain.

An Qiyue, who was behind the curtain, held her breath, praying in her heart that no one would find her and Yang Chenyi.

But it backfired.

Xiye opened the curtains and saw Yang Chenyi, who looked sluggish, and An Qiyue, who looked frightened.

Xiye nervously pulled Yang Chenyi out and looked him up and down.

"Young Master, Young Master, Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

Xiye's cold eyes swept at An Qiyue, and An Qiyue was frightened by this murderous look, and couldn't help but take a step back.

"What did you do to him?"

An Qiyue glanced at the West Night, and then at Yang Chenyi, who had lost his mind, and really didn't know how to explain.

"I..."

Xiye looked at An Qiyue, who was struggling and full of tears, with an impatient face.

"Come with me. ”

With that, Xiye helped Yang Chenyi to walk out the door.

Seeing this, An Qiyue trotted over.

The speed of the west night was very fast, and An Qiyue followed behind panting, but he didn't dare to slack off at all.

Finally, Xiye stopped at the door of a seemingly inconspicuous room on the top floor that said "Do not disturb", pushed the door open, and helped Yang Chenyi in.

Seeing this, An Qiyue had no choice but to follow.

Xiye carefully helped Yang Chenyi to lie down, and then dialed a phone call.

"He's in that situation again, you come over quickly. ”

After speaking, Xiye hung up the phone cleanly and looked back at An Qiyue.

An Qiyue was a little afraid to look at Xiye's eyes, and subconsciously dodged.

However, this time, Xiye only glanced at An Qiyue lightly, and then walked out of the room.

An Qiyue looked in the direction of Xiye in a daze, a little confused about his attitude.

But now she can't think about it, and the top priority is to make Yang Chenyi come to his senses.

An Qiyue walked to Yang Chenyi's bedside and squatted down, holding his hand.

"Brother Yi, please get better. ”

If it's really because of me, if it's really you who killed someone because of me, I really won't forgive myself in my life.

Just when An Qiyue was sad and grief-stricken, the door to the room was pushed open again.

The person who came was a middle-aged man wearing round-framed glasses, not tall, and plump.

The man pushed the door in, as if he was a little surprised by An Qiyue's existence, and looked at her in disbelief, but the man's gaze did not linger long, he was very clear about the purpose of his coming.

The man went straight to Yang Chenyi's bed, and sighed when he saw Yang Chenyi's weak and embarrassed appearance, as if he was helpless and sentimental.

But the man's emotions were not released too much, but immediately devoted himself to the examination of Yang Chenyi's body.

After a brief examination, the man took out a pill from the black briefcase he was carrying, and then glanced at An Qiyue.

An Qiyue was very worried about Yang Chenyi's condition, so he kept his eyes on the side without leaving an inch, and immediately understood when he saw the man's movements, and quickly took a glass of water and handed it to the man.

The man took the water cup and did not hesitate, directly stuffed the medicine into Yang Chenyi's mouth, and then fed him saliva.