Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3338 Forensic Master, please arrest (23)

The two of them are holding an umbrella together, and the hands of the umbrella handle are overlapped. The pure black solemn umbrella covers the two of them. It rotates with the movement, and the rain falling on the umbrella bones splashes raindrops everywhere with the arc of rotation. .

  Ranbai did not see his face clearly, only to hear the murderer lazily laugh.

"Hold the umbrella." The young man raised the corners of his lips slightly. The color of the lip that had just been bitten seemed to be broken and engulfed in the color of rose juice. It was moist and luxurious. As he spoke, the white between his teeth was vaguely revealed, very similar. It was a sick nobleman who sucked blood. His voice was a bit dumb, and his texture was magnetic, and he was teasing like a teasing: "It's my fault to let the detective catch a cold in the rain."

  Forensic doctors rarely have any expressions. At the moment, they look cold and frown, making it even more difficult for strangers to enter.

  Sir detective?

  Why didn't this person die.

  Under the heavy rain, the sound of the wind whizzed by, crushing the murderer’s strange tones, giving people the illusion of gentleness, just like graceful and elegant music in an auditorium.

  His gentleman stepped back, leaning like an ancient nobleman's etiquette.

   "See you again."

  The voice fell.

  The young man stepped on the dirty and mottled wall with one foot, his long legs were straight and strong, and he felt indescribably cold.

He left the umbrella for dyeing white. He didn't have a big umbrella. The heavy rain quickly stained his black windbreaker. His slender fingers touched the wall lightly, but he quickly turned over the wall and left, his back was lazy and evil. Nee, disappearing in the middle of the night seems to be just an illusion.

The forensic doctor cold his face, rubbing his fingertips over the place where the murderer had licked and bitten, so hard that even the pale skin of his neck was flushed, and ambiguous bite marks could be vaguely seen in the thin red, that kind of blank and shuddering touch. Before it faded away, she stood on the spot, solemnly and coldly, staring at the night in the distance, with swords and swords hidden in her eyes, fierce enough to tear people apart.

  She is holding a black umbrella, not the one when she came, but the murderer left it to her.

  The umbrella half covers the forensic eyebrows and eyes.

at the same time,

  Night descends, the bustling of the city and the hustle and bustle of the night are vividly displayed, neon lights flashing, feasting, and still not tired in the wind and rain.

  In a high-end clubhouse,

  Song Miaoyun laughed at the people in a box, and fled in a panic, because his humiliation face was still red with anger, and tears rolled in his eyes.

   "Yo. The beauty still wants to run?" The man in the dark red suit lying on the sofa frivolously smiled, "Will you catch me back?"

  The two bodyguards standing on the side responded and chased them directly.

  Song Miaoyun felt that someone was chasing him, and became more flustered, and wanted to cry because of aggrieved heart.

  She wanted to do an exclusive interview with a young master named Wen. Who knew that young master Wen even tried to molest her? !

  Song Miaoyun was angry, but he was spoiled since he was a child and was not afraid of anything, so he directly smashed Wen Chen with something.

  This is good.

   Annoyed Young Master Wen, who held his height, and ordered the man to be arrested.

  Song Miaoyun fled in panic unscrupulously, her body trembling with fear, tears bursting out of her eyes, she did not expect that one day she would encounter this kind of thing again.

at this time.

  The door of a box on the left side of the corridor was suddenly pushed open from the inside. His hands were slender and white, which was amazing.

  The slender and tall figure came out of the box, well-dressed, looking down and finishing the cuffs, low luxury and exquisite.

   is a young man. He has a good appearance. He is so handsome that he seems to be hooked. He looks warm and jade, but the half-punched curvature of his thin lips is a little bit angry.

At that time, Song Miaoyun couldn't worry about anything else, and rushed straight up as if he saw the last life-saving straw, his voice was already dumb from crying and fear, and he asked the man for help: "Help me! Help me! Someone is catching me, I... …"

  Suddenly a girl rushed over in front of him, Wen Heng narrowed his eyes, and glanced a little impatiently.

  Song Miaoyun saw the man’s eyes clearly. They were narrow and bewitching, and their pupils were extremely deep and heavy, like the endless dark night, which outlined a little bit of sentimentality.

  She was stunned, squirming her lips, her voice was much quieter, and she was crying desperately: "Help, save me, I will repay you..."

  The man in front of him suddenly smiled, gentle and expensive, his voice low: "Don't cry, it's ugly."

  "Beautiful lady." Wen Heng looks warm and moist, but it is more of the undisguised evil breath. His tone is elegant and polite, but in fact it is very harsh and cold: "Good luck to you."

  Next second.

  Wen Heng didn't have any sympathy, and he didn't even want to show patience, so he moved forward with long legs.

  At this moment, the two tall bodyguards who had been behind him also rushed up. When they saw Song Miaoyun, they sneered, and they were shocked when they saw Wen Heng who had not had time to leave in the future.

   "Warm less."

  The Wen family only has one Wen Shao.

  Wen’s parents,

  Wen Heng.

  As for Wen Chen?

  People call him Master Wen Xiao.

  Despite how annoyed the name Wen Chen is, no one dared to defy the gentle and gentle eldest master of the Wen family.

  Wen Heng's white fingertips slipped from the cufflinks, he glanced casually, slightly raised his thin lips, and smiled lightly: "What, something is wrong."

   "This lady is ignorant and accidentally ran into Shao Wen. Let's take him away." One of the bodyguards said respectfully, and secretly gave another person a look.

  Then the two directly stepped forward, trying to take Song Miaoyun away.

   "That's not the case!" Song Miaoyun screamed, knowing in his heart that if he was really caught back, it would really be over, "They want to catch me!! That Wen Chen is just a disciple!"

  Song Miaoyun hadn't finished speaking, he was directly covered by the bodyguard, and was forced to make no sound.

  The bodyguard didn't dare to bother Wen Heng any more, and now he forcibly grasped Song Miaoyun and prepared to leave.

Wen Heng stood there and was silent for two seconds. No one knew what he was thinking. He just listened to him lightly and elegantly, with a casual tone, not a discussion, but a notice: "If you stay, you go. "

  Song Miaoyun's eyes widened in an instant, and it became even more powerful!

  The bodyguard is stiff in place.

  Neither does it go, nor does it not go.

  In the end, she still didn't dare to defy Wen Heng, so she could only bite the bullet and said: "Wen Shao, this woman is not knowing the heights of the sky, I am afraid that she will disturb you if she stays."

  Wen Heng's tone was flat: "Do you need me to say it a second time."

  The bodyguard was instantly shocked, hesitated to weigh it, and let Song Miaoyun go.

  Offended Wen Chen, at most he was scolded, but offended Wen Heng...

  I'm afraid that I won't be able to mix anymore.

  Song Miaoyun was free, and ran behind the man in a hurry, biting her lips tightly.

  Wen Chen has never seen anyone come back. He was furious and impatient. He came out of the box, but did not expect to encounter such a scene.

  His eyes darkened.

  (End of this chapter)