After rejecting the marriage, the head of the Qin family was crushed by me.

Chapter 217

Qianzhe Mian took the mobile phone from the bedside and arranged to pick someone up at the airport.

Qin Yelan glanced at the interface of her mobile phone and nodded: "Go out quickly. Just bring your ID. Everything else is here."

Mo Yanru was a little confused, but he immediately agreed: "Okay, brother-in-law, I'm going out right now. Remember to take good care of my sister."

"Don't worry." There was a smile in Qin Yelan's eyes. After hanging up the phone, a pair of dark peach blossom eyes stared directly at Qian Zhemian.

"What...are you looking at me for?" Qianzhe Mian turned his head away unnaturally, "Stop looking..."

"Mo Mo, you said before you came here yesterday that you would tell me when the night is over." Qin Yelan's eyes were inexplicably aggrieved, "I didn't even wake you up!!! I waited until you woke up. Asking!! So, tell me quickly, my dear wife, what do you want to tell me?"

"It's nothing, you should have heard it last night." Qianzhe Mian looked at his arm, "It's wrapped well, and the technique is better than before."

She stood up, took out her computer from the bag in the corner, sat back on the bed, and immediately entered working mode, and her energy became concentrated.

When Qin Yelan saw this, he didn't dare to say anything. For fear of disturbing her, he could only curl up into a ball and lie down against her, with his arms around her waist.

Qianzhe Mian paused and did not take off his hand.

The keyboard of the laptop is quiet, and there are no small parts such as keycaps, so she naturally does not need to raise her wrists to adapt to the keyboard.

Qin Yelan always knew that she was very fast. Under the afterimage, he gradually regained his sleepiness.

Qianzhe Mian glanced at him, lowered his head and continued to prepare court trial materials.

Qin Yelan gradually fell into a deep sleep. In his sleep, he held her tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid that she would run away.

After a long time, Qian Zhemian's work was finished. She glanced at the hands on her waist, grabbed a pillow, and wrapped his hands around the pillow. She stood up and removed the bandage on her arm in three strokes. Gotta be clean.

This movement startled Qin Yelan and woke him up. He suddenly sat up and before he even opened his eyes, his body turned towards Qianzhe Mian with great precision, with a confused look on his face.

Qianzhe Mian looked at the wounds carefully. Although they still looked terrible, they no longer needed to be wrapped up in layers.

She ignored Qin Yelan and re-sterilized herself, applied medicine, put on a thin gauze bandage, picked through the wardrobe, and finally chose a white men's formal suit and carried it in. Toilet.

Qin Yelan was fully awake at this time, and the confusion on his face gradually turned into grievance.

Why did Mo Mo stop sitting on the bed without saying a word...

"What's your expression?" Qian Zhemian had changed his clothes and was standing by the closet arranging his fake hair. While choosing a color, he caught a glimpse of Qin Yelan's expression through the mirror. It was rare that he felt a little funny. Rolling his eyes, he decided to tease him, and said with a smile, "Tell me, tell me, who made our Master Lan angry?"

"Why you?!" Qin Yelan stared at her, his earlobes slightly red.

"Hahahahahahahaha..." Qianzhe Mian burst into the biggest, most heartfelt, and most heartfelt laughter ever.

She was in a good mood and chose a white fake hair with gray and black highlights for herself, paired with gray and black men's short boots. She was sunny, handsome and elegant at the same time, a gentleman, like someone from an upper-class family in ancient C continent. The noble young master she trained seems to be very approachable, but in fact, people dare not take another look at her. They can only look at her back from a distance, secretly sighing at her amazing appearance.

Qin Yelan came back to his senses and realized that it was already 08:30 in the morning: "It's broken! The court is about to start!" He jumped up from the bed, rushed into the bathroom to change clothes, and rushed out after 5 minutes: "Momo, let's go ?”

"Well, let's go." Qianzhe Mian smoothed the highlights on his head, put on a white mask, handed the computer to Qin Yelan, and followed his tall figure outside.

"Is Mo Yanru here?" Qin Yelan looked at Shuangchen, who was waiting for him downstairs and was dressed in prosecutor's clothing.

"Here we are, boss." Shuangchen took the computer, looked at the person behind Qin Yelan, and was stunned, "This is..."

"My wife." Qin Yelan replied angrily.

"Ah? No..." Shuangchen pulled Qin Yelan, "Boss, you won't do this, right? You just married your sister-in-law, so..."

"Go, go, go, go!" Qin Yelan pushed him away, "Where are you thinking, kid!!!"

"Did I say something wrong?" Shuangchen rubbed the shoulder that was pushed by Qin Yelan, with a painful expression, "Why are you so hard? It hurts!!! What's more, I think I didn't say anything wrong? "

"Sorry to bother you, but my hearing is still pretty good." Qianzhe Mian casually took off his mask, "Now, can we go to the trial court?"

Shuangchen's eyes widened: "This... this, this, this... sister-in-law, you... you..."

"Is there a problem?" Qian Zhemian walked forward, leaving the two of them with a cold and aggressive back.

Qin Yelan hurriedly followed, put on a mask, and quickly followed Qian Zhemian into the conference room of the trial court through the back door.

Shuangchen put on his own mask and walked to his position.

In the conference room, Qian Zhemian picked up the judge's exclusive wig and put it on Qin Yelan's head.

"Momo, your hands... can you sit on the jury once today?" Qin Yelan was still a little worried.

"Jury? When did it happen?" Qianzhe Mian was a little surprised.

"It's nothing. It's just that after we signed the cooperation agreement last time, we added a clause that you can join the jury at any time according to your wishes." Qin Yelan asked her with a smile, "What do you think?"

"No." Qianzhe Mian touched the pistol on his waist and replied in a low voice, "I'll go to the auditorium."

"How about the pistol? Is it easy to use?" Qin Yelan saw her movements and asked.

"Yes, the recoil feels very comfortable, not too big, not too small, just right." Qianzhe Mian touched the pistol again before reluctantly taking back his hand, "Speaking of the material... you are quite picky. Not bad.”

"Yes, I picked it especially for you." Qin Yelan held her shoulders and walked out, "Go and sit in the auditorium. There are still two minutes for the court session."

"Qin Yelan... I can't go through the main entrance..." Qian Zhemian turned her head helplessly and looked at him.

"Ah~~ It's true, look at my memory." Qin Yelan pushed her shoulder and walked towards the exit on the other side, "Go, go, sit outside, you were injured, you need to have a good rest .”

(End of this chapter)