Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3344 Forensic Master, please arrest (29)

  The clerk watched the forensic doctor go upstairs, immersed in grief.

  Ranbai had just gone up to the second floor, her neat white clothes was slightly wet, and when she lifted her eyes, she saw the long figure leaning against the edge of the bedroom door.

The young man probably just woke up and heard the movement downstairs coming out of the room, leaning against the door lazily, in a sleepy appearance, wearing a snow-white shirt with the hem of the shirt tucked in black trousers, those long legs Straight and bewitching.

The shirt is not worn well, not very serious, loose and a few buttons are not buttoned, revealing the delicate and charming clavicle lines, the cold as jade chest is half open, and the abdominal muscle lines are stretched and constricted. In the shirt, this half-concealed hazy feeling is even more seductive, abstinent and lustful, and somewhat messy and wild.

  He looks a bit like a cat nestling downstairs in the corner, lazy and arrogant.

   "Rare."

After seeing the forensic doctor, Wei Ran's thin red lips slightly curled up. He still held the pair of gold glasses in his fair and delicate hands, and put them on himself slowly and put them on the high bridge of his nose, with his fingertips. After wiping the dangling thin chain, it was glowing with a cold luster. The eyes under the lens were clear light brown, very beautiful like amber. He jokingly said that his voice was slightly mute after waking up. Deep sexy, plucking heartstrings for no reason.

  The forensic doctor stood on the spot, did not step forward, and looked at the Yazheng coldly beauty indifferently, his lips lightly opened, and he said every word: "Thank you, the shopkeeper, first put his shirt on before talking to me."

   Wei Ran gave a low laugh, her voice lazy and charming, gentle and very gentle: "How did I know that the forensic master suddenly came here, and I didn't say a word in advance."

The young man’s ink-colored hair hung messily, he stretched out his hand, and slowly buttoned the silver-white buckle on his distinctly slender fingers to hide the dreamlike beauty. When the last two pieces were buttoned to the collar, he was not used to it. The buckle was not taken seriously, revealing a half-clavicle line, and the arc of the upper apple is charming.

  This person.

  Even if you buckle a button, you can buckle your desires, silently bewitching.

  The master of the partial birth didn’t know it, so he tilted his head very innocently, and said with a small smile: "Now, a certain forensic lady can say what is the cause?"

  There is indeed an expensive forensic adult who coldly opened her lips and said flatly: "Macarons."

   Wei Ran: "..."

"Um?"

  After the forensic doctor gave a brief and concise statement, he did not speak any more.

  Weiran got it.

  Does someone want to eat macarons if they find this for others, or does he make it by himself?

  He was afraid that instead of fancying a favorite prey, he invited a little ancestor.

  Wei Ran glanced at a certain little ancestor, chuckled lightly with thin lips, smiled, gentle and expensive, and said yes.

  The gentleman said: "Thank you, Mr. Forensic, wait a moment."

   Then stepped away from the long legs and went downstairs.

   is the same as last time.

  Ranbai sat in the original position, while Wei Ran sat beside her lazily supporting her forehead to look at her.

  The cat who nestled in the corner and curled up into a small ball woke up. The pair of cat pupils stood up and glanced around, and then arrogantly stepped on the catwalk and jumped to the young man's side with a meow.

   "Be obedient." Wei Ran didn't look at the little guy, but was lazy and careless, and said somewhat happily, "While playing."

  The cat tilted both cat ears, then meowed again, without disturbing Wei Ran, and ran away consciously and obediently.

  The forensic doctor asked coldly: "You raised it?"

   Wei Ran snorted, narrowed her eyes lightly, and replied with a smile: "I picked it up."

  He said casually: "Since I found it, I will keep it at hand."

  It was also a rainy night.

  The sound of rain is the same as it is now, and it keeps on pattering, maybe even louder than it is now.

  Weiran was bloodied just now. Under the extreme excitement and calmness, her heartbeat was strangely slower than normal, cold, and slowly beating, as if even his blood was cold and not warm.

  He was holding an umbrella, and the clear and light-colored eyes that came in both directions were faintly covered with blood, which became more and more perverse and dangerous.

   A small, broken, and even trembling cry belonging to the cubs rang in the rainy night, so lowly that it would break in the wind at any time.

Wei Ran saw a stray cat not far away, curled up embarrassed in the rain, his fur was stained with mud and the original color was already invisible, and the two cat ears were also pulled down, and the small one trembled poorly. .

  The killer’s heart is cold, and so is his blood.

  He walked forward indifferently.

But I never thought that the kitten walked towards him tremblingly, not afraid of life, his body was still shaking, and would fall at any time, but still stubbornly stopped at his feet, using dirty cat claws. The young man gathered up his clean trousers with straight and long legs, and looked up at the cat pupils pitifully at Wei Ran, and called out in a low voice. Those cat pupils were blue and clear, rare and beautiful.

Wei Ran was interested at the time. He has always been a bit more affectionate and patient with the prey he fancy, so he has always been so hygienic to a perverted level that he even forgivingly did not care about the cat touching him with muddy paws, but Take it back.

  In line with the attitude of stocking, it has been raised till now.

   Ranbai's tone is calm: "That's not easy."

"Um?"

  The forensic doctor was expressionless: "It can live to the present."

   Wei Ran was taken aback, and after a short period of silence, suddenly laughed.

  "Miss forensic medicine...a bit cute."

  His voice is low, mixed with an illusion of ambiguous frivolousness.

  Dyeing white: "..."

  Weiran’s method of making desserts is really good. It is the most unique taste I have tasted.

  Until she ate the macarons, the rain outside the window was still falling.

   "Come out with me." Ranbai said.

"Isn't it?" Wei Ran lazily glanced at the rain outside the window. His tone was playful, seemingly true and false, and it was always unpredictable, so he was even more attractive: "It's making desserts and going out on a rainy day, Mr. Forensic Tell me if you have any opinions."

  He propped his white chin, his lips curved sultry, those light-colored eyes resembled the mist in the rain, and the color was hazy: "I promise to change it."

  Ranbai ignored Wei Ran's specious words at all, and asked coldly: "Can't get out?"

"go."

  Dialogue without gaps, Wei Ran answered very neatly and sincerely.

   Facing the gentle glance of the forensic doctor, the young gentleman smiled: "Since the forensic doctor is kindly invited, how can I refuse it?"

There was a smile in his pupils, his light color was charming, and he was as beautiful as glaze. The yuppie's bantering tone made his blushing heartbeat. When he spoke, he looked serious: "Not to mention staying with him. For a gentleman, Pomeranian smiled. It was an honor to be here."

   Regarding Wei Ran’s remarks, Ranbai directly gave a four-character evaluation. His words were indifferent and hopeless: "Spoken words."

  "How can the forensic master be sure that I am not sincere?" Wei Ran squinted her eyes lazily, icy cold.

  (End of this chapter)