Quick Transmigration: Male Match Guide

Seemingly aware that the atmosphere in the car was a bit different, Yan Qizhen finally turned his head to glance at Ling Wuyi: "What's wrong?"

What's wrong? ! Can she say that she was jealous because she saw Yan Qizhen and Ai Jinjin being so 'close'? !

She doesn't care about others, but Xi Ziqiu's body will definitely not work!

So that's right, she's just a little jealous jar, and it's overturned with a light kick.

Hmph~ now you know what's wrong with me? I will not say!

After asking what was the matter once, but without waiting for Ling Wupin's answer, Yan Qizhen took another look at Ling Wupin.

The back of her head was facing him, so Yan Qizhen couldn't see Ling Wuyi's face at all.

Since there was no reply from Ling Wuwen, it is possible that Ling Wuwen had just fallen asleep.

Yan Qizhen thought so, so he stopped talking.

Originally, Ling Wuyi was waiting for Yan Qizhen to ask her again, but in the end...

Sure enough, she still can't have too much hope for the current Yan Qizhen!

The car drove all the way in a different direction from Ling Wu's residence, and then Ling Wu's turned to look at Yan Qi Town.

"Where are we going?"

"Are you awake?" Yan Qizhen asked.

Ling Wuwen: ...(__)ノ｜... So just now, when I was sullen and jealous, Yan Qizhen thought I was falling asleep?

Well, she served it!

"Well, I woke up, where are we going?"

Yan Qizhen turned the car around and went straight into the underground parking lot: "My house."

Eh? !

Did she hear wrong just now? Did Yan Qizhen mean to take her to his house? !

Standing in the elevator, Ling Wuxi knew that she had heard correctly.

Because the day Yan Qizhen had a headache, she rushed over at night. At that time, she didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment because she was anxious, so she didn't recognize it just now.

Yan Qizhen lives on the 21st floor. The house he lives in is very big, with one family on each floor, or a duplex.

According to visual estimation, including the second floor of the duplex, it is about 300 to 400 square meters.

After changing his shoes, Yan Qizhen asked Ling Wuyi to follow him upstairs.

Ling Wuyi followed Yan Qizhen into a study room. The study room was very large, and one of the walls was made into a bookshelf, filled with all kinds of books.

The other wall, however, became a whiteboard for Yan Qizhen to study clues while working.

At this time, a lot of words are written in various colors on this whiteboard, and many arrows are connected.

Ling Wuwen saw 20 or 30 photos, including life photos and... dead body photos!

Ling Wuwen was surprised to find that the death conditions of the deceased were all the same.

Counting carefully, if you add today's Lin Xiao, you will be the twelfth victim!

God!

"Are these all done by that perverted serial killer?" Ling Wuqin asked Yan Qizhen, who came over with a stack of folders.

Yan Qizhen looked up at the whiteboard, nodded, and hummed.

He handed the folder in his hand to Ling Wuwen, and said, "Didn't you say to help me? Now I'll give you a chance. These are all the materials of this case. You can take a rough look first, and I'll tell you later."

Ling Wuyi nodded while holding the heavy file folder, so many... What Yan Qizhen meant was to let her read it right away!

Well, in this way, she will have a chance to be alone with Yan Qizhen.

Pursing her lips and smiling, Ling Wuyi sat cross-legged on the clean and reflective floor.

Put a whole stack of folders by your feet, then pick up the first one and start looking.

Originally, Ling Wuwen wanted to talk to Yan Qizhen from time to time to exchange feelings.

But after reading these materials, Ling Wuyi became serious.

Seeing that Ling Wuwen was so serious, Yan Qizhen walked to the desk and started working——

The afternoon sun outside became more intense, and Ling Wu was pulled back from the materials by her growling stomach.

Twisting her already stiff neck, Ling Wuyi looked up at Yan Qizhen.

He didn't seem to realize that it should be lunch at this point in time, and he was still seriously looking at the latest information on the deceased sent by the police station.

After thinking about it, Ling Wuyi decided not to disturb him, got up from the ground by herself, and went to the kitchen downstairs to prepare something to eat.

Except for eggs, rice, and two sausages, Ling Wuyi didn't find any ingredients that could be cooked.

It's too late to buy ingredients at this time, it's already one o'clock.

If ordering takeaway, Ling Wuwen was afraid that Yan Qizhen would not be used to it.

I have no choice but to prepare fried rice with sausage and diced eggs——

Half an hour later, Yan Qizhen heard the sound of Lingwu catkin downstairs.

"Uncle policeman, come down to eat!"

Hearing his uncle's address came back again, Yan Qizhen only felt full of powerlessness.

Didn't you say you don't call him uncle? Why don't you talk anymore?

Calling him Aqi sounds better than calling him Uncle!

"Uncle policeman, if you don't come down to eat, I will finish eating the delicious fried rice~"

Reluctantly holding his forehead, Yan Qizhen turned off the computer, left the study and went downstairs.

Ling Wuwen, who was standing at the top of the stairs, saw Yan Qi coming down, and immediately raised a smile: "Uncle policeman, I made fried rice with sausage and eggs! It's delicious!"

Yan Qizhen didn't speak, looked at Ling Wuwen, suddenly remembered that he had a headache that night, and then...

Thinking of the taste of the porridge of Lingwu, Yan Qizhen suddenly felt a little hungry.

Nodding her head, she responded to Ling Wuwen, walked down the steps, and walked towards the dining room.

Ling Wu Nie had already served the rice and put it on the dining table. The fried rice with eggs was golden in color, and there were diced dark red sausages inside. It looked delicious.

I couldn't help but picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful and put it into my mouth, and was stunned for a while.

Yan Qizhen raised his eyes and glanced at Ling Wuwen, without saying a word, he began to destroy his share of egg fried rice——

After eating, Ling Wuwen put away the bowl naturally and went to the kitchen.

Yan Qizhen walked to the door of the kitchen, looked at Ling Wuyi who was washing the dishes, hesitated for a while and spoke.

"Thank you..." Your meal, and that day...

Of course, regarding that day, Yan Qizhen would never want to mention it again!

Thinking of Ling Wuyi helping him change his clothes and seeing him all, Yan Qizhen felt very embarrassed and embarrassed!

Hearing Yan Qizhen's thanks, Ling Wuwen turned around and smiled at him: "It's just a meal, so what's there to thank for! I only contributed, and the electricity and ingredients are all yours. "

"By the way, Uncle Policeman, I haven't finished reading the materials yet. I guess I won't be able to finish them until tonight. I'll be in charge of tonight's dinner, right?"

Yan Qizhen didn't think much about it, after all, Ling Wuyi used the reason that he didn't finish reading the materials.

So he could only nod his head in agreement: "OK."

"That's fine. Then I'll go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients later. Uncle policeman, do you want to go with me? It's more convenient to drive."

"Okay." Everyone is responsible for cooking, so he can't even lose his strength.