"How did you become like this?"
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He said it so easily, but so cruel, every word was like a sharp blade, poking at Song Jinan's heart, poking a big hole in his heart.
Song Jin'an wiped away her tears and cheered up. As long as she found the man who killed Yan Su, she could clarify for herself.
The cold corpse beside the hotel, and the coagulated blood on the ground caused quite a stir. Someone called the police, and the piercing siren made Song Jin'an panic.
There were more and more people blocking the entrance of the hotel. Song Jin'an looked over the crowd and saw the familiar figure at once.
She hurried over, grabbed the man, and cried with scarlet eyes:
songjinan"It's you! Don't run, you murderer!"
The man was stunned for a while, then pretended to be calm and pulled out his sleeve, smiled and said:
longtao（shenmedoudang）[Man]: "Miss Song, what are you talking about?"
Yan Haoxiang saw this scene not far away and walked over calmly.
Song Jin'an pointed to the man and told Yan Haoxiang excitedly:
songjinan"Yan Haoxiang, it's him! He killed Yan Su!"
Yan Haoxiang called the manager who recorded the names of the people attending the banquet. The manager looked at the man in front of him and shook his head hesitantly:
longtao（shenmedoudang）[Manager]: "Mr. Yan, Mr. Zhang didn't come to the banquet today at all."
Yan Haoxiang narrowed his eyes dangerously and looked at the manager with a half-smile:
yanhaoxiang"Are you sure?"
The manager shuddered.
longtao（shenmedoudang）[Manager]: "Mr. Yan, I'm sure."
yanhaoxiang"Don't play with me, how is Yan shi's method, I think you should know?"
The manager trembled, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, and said firmly:
longtao（shenmedoudang）[Manager]: "Mr. Yan, I'm sure."
Yan Haoxiang paused, then turned to look at Song Jinan, with a suffocating indifference and disdain in his eyes.
yanhaoxiang"Song Jinan, what else do you have to explain?"
Song Jin'an suddenly felt that all her strength had been taken away, and she muttered to herself:
She pulled Mr. Zhang's collar frantically and cried hysterically:
songjinan"It's obviously you, why don't you admit that you are the murderer! Not me!"
Mr. Zhang took a step back and straightened his collar indifferently.
longtao（shenmedoudang）[President Zhang]: "Miss Song, don't wrong a good person, you have to admit what you did."
After speaking, he turned around and left the hotel. No one saw that there was a successful smile on the corner of his mouth.
Song Jinan's head was dizzy, and he looked at Yan Haoxiang with red eyes:
songjinan"Yan Haoxiang, you know, I'm not that kind of person."
Yan Haoxiang stared at her with a chilling hatred and indifference in his deep eyes, as well as a hint of disappointment.
yanhaoxiang"Song Jin'an, I will suppress this matter of yours. Our wedding will be held as usual in three days, and I will not let you go!"
He closed his eyes and pinched between his eyebrows, then opened his eyes expressionlessly and continued:
yanhaoxiang"Song Jin'an, you are so vicious!"
It's not that Yan Haoxiang didn't believe her, but all the suspicions pointed to her. That was his beloved sister, and he had to admit that Song Jinan did kill Yan Su.
There was a noise outside the hotel, Yan Haoxiang glanced out, but this glance made him stunned.
Two healthcare workers hurried to the ambulance on a stretcher, on which lay a person, covered with white cloth, but still showing her blood-stained head.
One by one, the black blood holes were still gurgling out with blood.
That's his sister.
Yan Haoxiang looked at Song Jinan with red eyes, and the strong hatred in his eyes deeply hurt Song Jinan:
yanhaoxiang"Song Jin'an, you are so cruel!"
yanhaoxiang"Remember, I won't let you go."
After speaking, he turned around and strode away without hesitation, leaving only a cold back.
Song Jinan seemed to have been struck by lightning, and the whole person froze, and the pain of tearing in her heart came, and her eyes were in a trance as the back that made her obsessed was getting farther and farther away.
Song Jin'an suppressed the urge to cry, lowered her head, and the chill from all directions soaked through her limbs.
Her low self-talk was blown to pieces by the wind and scattered in the world.
