Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3365 Forensic Master, please arrest (50)

Not only because of these, but the most important thing is that Weiran itself is clean and upright. He is careless in doing everything, which makes people feel difficult to approach. Even when he smiles tenderly, he can also reveal an unattractive aura from his bones. .

  But such a person...

  The clerk always feels different to the forensic lady.

  Although she is so skeptical, but because there is no evidence, she can't come forward and tell the forensic lady.

  I think our store manager is chasing you.

  "Miss Sister." The clerk smiled at Ranbai in a friendly way: "See you again."

  Ranbai took the windbreaker that Wei Ran threw to her, opened the chair to sit in the previous position, threw the windbreaker aside, and nodded slightly.

  The clerk turned and looked at the back of their shop manager making desserts. Zhilan Yushu was very good. She licked her lower lip, but suddenly thought of the scene she had accidentally hit in the past few days.

  It was night, rainy night.

  The night is very deep, and the rain keeps falling.

  But in W.R.'s fairy tale, the lights are brightly lit, the warm halo is knocked down, and the misty light and shadow are jumping on the wooden floor.

  The clerk was on the night shift that day, and everyone else was off work, so she had to stay.

  At that time, the clerk estimated that it was already late, it was about midnight.

  When she was so sleepy that she could almost perform a magical skill of opening her eyes to sleep and sleeping in seconds, she suddenly heard the sound of door opening mixed with the sound of wind and rain.

  The clerk slapped a joke, and instantly became sober. The phrase “welcome” and saw the person who opened the door before blurting out. She froze for a moment, and then said: "The shopkeeper."

  She didn't expect Wei Ran to come back around midnight.

  This is not the first time, and the clerk is not surprised.

  The slender and tall young man was wearing a long black trench coat and holding a black umbrella with water drops flowing down the eaves. He closed the door slowly and condensed the umbrella.

The face was half-advanced in the dark night, and the expression was indistinct. I only felt that half of the light and shadow fell and there was no temperature. The side face was cold and white and beautiful, and the outline was deep and distinct, a bit like a blood demon in the dark night. Dangerous and expensive mystery.

  Don’t know why, the clerk’s heart beat suddenly.

  Wei Ran gave a very calm hmm, and then walked straight to the dessert shop where the desserts were made individually.

  At that time, the clerk could only use the shadowy light to watch the young man standing in front of the glazed table from the back, in a black windbreaker, long and thin, and very patiently making a tiramisu with a slow and elegant movement.

  He seems to enjoy the process of making desserts, like a feast.

  In the dim light, the clerk could only see the shadow of the figure, which was unexplainable.

   is indeed a bit creepy.

  Want to come now,

  The clerk really doesn’t understand what the quirk of their store manager is.

Ugh.

  Because it is night, there are few people in W.R.'s fairy tales, and the atmosphere is exceptionally quiet.

  Ranbai sat there, facing a snow-white cat.

Quiet,

   Still quiet.

   "Meow." After a long time, the cat called out.

And then,

  It was picked up on the back of its neck by a beautiful, skinny hand, and it was thrown to the side in a weak, helpless and pitiful manner.

  "Come on, kid." Wei Ran put the dessert in front of Ranbai, smiling but not: "Your'whatever', please taste."

  He casually said: "Brother made it for you specially."

  Next second,

  A windbreaker was thrown over Wei Ran, which hit him directly in the chest. He easily caught it and raised his eyebrows.

   "Put away your coat." The forensic doctor said indifferently: "Don't throw it around."

   "Throwing to our forensic kid is still called littering?" Wei Ran sat next to Dye Bai, holding her delicate jade chin, "Brother is making desserts for you, can't you take your clothes off for your brother?"

  He chuckled, his white fingertips scraped off the bridge of his white nose, "Can you tell me some favors, kids?"

  The forensic doctor is indifferent: "Also, don't use your hands."

  The young store manager was thoughtful, so he looked at Dye Bai in his spare time, and his voice was lazy: "What about then?"

   "Then." The forensic doctor's tone of biting words was slightly heavy and vicious: "Don't call me kid."

  Wei Ran listened carefully to what Ranbai said. After a while, he spoke honestly, his tone sounded a bit regretful: "That's a pity, I'm afraid it won't work."

  Dyeing white: "..."

"To shut up."

   Wei Ran blinked innocently.

  Dyeing Bai looked down at the exquisite and exquisite desserts in front of him, thinking.

  Why a good dessert shop manager can't speak.

   "Is it delicious?" Wei Ran asked, looking at Dye Bai.

  It’s delicious. I’m afraid I can’t find a second one, but how can I tell Wei Ran, otherwise this guy has to say something. The tip of his white-dyed tongue touches the fork, and the plain answer is: "General."

   "Oh." Wei Ran raised her eyebrows, looked at her with a faint smile, and muttered lazily: "Little liar."

  His fingers bend slightly, and his white fingertips tapped in front of Yen Bai, not to be ignored, the young man’s lazy and playful voice fell on his ears: “Taste for brother.”

  Ranbai felt absurd, and emphasized: "I have eaten it."

   "Brother doesn't dislike you." Wei Ran replied casually and confidently: "I'll just taste it. Could it be that you want me to do it again?"

   "I despise you." The forensic doctor said with a cold face, saying: "In addition, I bought this. It belongs to me and it has nothing to do with you."

   "It's so stingy, I can't take a bite." Wei Ran teased her with a drag.

  Dyeing white: "You are dreaming."

   "Then you haven't paid the bill yet."

   Dye Bai's expressionless face took out the phone in front of Wei Ran, and asked impatiently, "How much is it?"

   "Thirty-seven." Watching the whitening movement, Wei Ran curled her lower lip and said seriously: "For the sake of acquaintances, my brother will give you a discount, thirty-six."

  "Transfer." Dyeing white without cash.

  Wei Ran snorted, thinking of something, "Direct me directly. We seem to have not added WeChat yet?"

  He smiled, his tone was not rushed or panicked: "Hurry up."

Before I said the two words dyed white, I heard Wei Ran's low laugh, a meaningful ridicule: "Brother's game takes you. But there is no hope for the fifth row. My brother is not so bothered yet. Just double row."

  Dyeing white: "..."

  She was wrong about this matter, and she really didn't want to mention it again.

  I just tugged it casually at the beginning, who knows that Wei Ran is holding on to it, and it means a little bit after the autumn.

   "My brother is not that bad in technology, and I can't cheat you." Wei Ran glanced at the silent expression of the forensic doctor, and turned the black phone in his hand playfully, "What are you afraid of, don't you let someone talk about it first?"

  Yan Bai paused for a long time, couldn't bear to speak, named the last name, paused every word, and a chill poured out between his lips and teeth: "Wei Ran."

"Brother is here." Wei Ran replied frivolously, with a smile in those light-colored eyes. The forensic doctor seems to have never called him by his name. It seems that he is really annoyed, but it sounds pretty good. The young man curls his lips. : "What's the command of the forensic sir?"

  (End of this chapter)