Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3390 Forensic Master, please arrest (75)

  About a few seconds later, Wei Ran released her hand, pressed her slender fingertips lightly against her white shoulders, and pushed the person out.

   "Okay, brother go take a bath." He seemed to be smiling but his voice became hoarse: "I can't hold it anymore, my brother's self-control is not so good."

  Will want it very much.

  It’s crazy.

  The forensic doctor took the initiative to loosen the young man’s wrist, got up, sat next to him, and looked at him coldly.

Unexpectedly, the young man was flushed with his wrists. He straightened up lazily, his legs were slender, his black shirt was half open, the buttons were messy, his chest was looming, and the hem of the shirt was pulled out of the belt around his waist. It can be seen that his waist and abdomen are thin and beautiful, containing strength and bewitching beauty.

   "Mr. waist is very thin." The forensic doctor was silent for a moment, and somehow said.

  Wei Ran suddenly heard such a sentence, walked to the bathroom for a while, and glanced back at her. The light brown eyes looked like amber, as if the brewing wine was very intoxicating, and the meaning was unknown.

  "Can brother understand that this is molesting?" He raised his eyebrows halfway, and the curve of his lips was specious.

  The forensic doctor is indifferent: "Wash yours."

Sitting on a chair, she can see the gold-wire glasses placed there, play with it in her hand, and can hear the sound of water coming from the bathroom. She can't see much of the picture, but just listening to the sound is enough Blushing heartbeat.

  She stared down at the glasses in her hand.

  I don’t know how long has passed,

  The bathroom door was pushed open.

The young man is slender and tall, with a very oppressive height. At the moment, he has just taken a shower and only wore a black silk bathrobe. The waistband is loosely tied to outline the **** arc of the waist. The bathrobe is slightly open and the collarbone. If it is looming, the crystal water drops swirling, making the complexion even more cold and white, but the lips are red, like crushed rose juice, very suitable for kissing.

  It is a solemn and pure black bathrobe, but he has been worn out by his lazy temperament, which is particularly charming and bad.

   "The gold master made my brother so miserable." He walked out of the bathroom, with a slightly casual tone: "I took a shower twice in the morning, but it was still cold water."

  His long legs stepped away, approaching the white, one hand casually propped on the back of the forensic chair, and the diamond ring at the end of the finger was taken off. Even without accessories, his hands were still distinct and heart-stirring.

  The lazy and joking voice fell, and the voice was deep and dumb, giving people a **** illusion that the **** had not faded: "Is there nothing the gold master wants to say."

  The fresh and clean fragrance enveloped him, smelling good and aggressive.

  Dyeing white without thinking, not indifferent: "I can let you wash it again."

  Weiran gave her a smile, then laughed.

  He lightly tapped his jaw, and asked lazily, "Have you had breakfast?"

  After Wei Ran finished asking questions, Ranbai suddenly realized that she hadn't eaten yet.

  As soon as I saw the look of the forensic doctor, Wei Ran could guess it. He smiled slowly, dragged his voice very unscrupulously, and said frivolously: "You don't have to go out to eat, brother will do it for you."

"Have you never tasted your brother's craftsmanship?" His slender and white fingers scratched the bridge of the white nose naturally and affectionately, a little bit pampering, and his voice was clear and lazy: "Let us forensic doctors today. Adults have insights and insights."

  Yan Bai stretched her face, "Don't poison me."

   Wei Ran's deep and beautiful pupils glanced at her, a little funny: "How do you look down on your brother?"

   "Don't worry, you won't be poisoned." He casually.

  There are everything in the basement, with separate bathrooms and kitchens, which is very convenient.

  The youth stood there with a long body.

  He changed his clothes, elegant and well-dressed, his black shirt was solemn and clean, his hem was tied into his trousers, his belt was tied around his waist, his metal buttons were gleaming, and his legs were slender and straight.

  Wearing a pair of gold-wire glasses, a thin silver-white chain is hanging down, the side face is gentle and beautiful, the lines are clean and clear, the ring of the tail finger is cold and attractive, and the joints are long and white.

  Ranbai stood at the door of the kitchen, "Mr. stood there thinking about life?"

"It's said that to grab a person's heart, you have to grab her stomach first." Wei Ran is slow and calm, it is the elegance of a nobleman, "My brother is not thinking about how to show his skills in order to capture the gold master. Stomach?"

  Yan Bai pulled her lower lip, speechless.

  "The gold master, don't watch it here, just wait." The murderer laughed, and he was very elegant: "Brother can't poison him, don't look at him like a prisoner."

  "Mr. Isn't a criminal?" The attitude of the forensic doctor is public, revealing a cold sense of order: "Supervising criminals is where the duty lies."

  Wei Ran gave her an unexplained look, laughed, and followed the words of Yin Bai: "Then trouble the forensic sir to supervise my brother, it's best to do it 24 hours a day."

  Yan Bai leaned against the door, watching Wei Ran cooking lightly.

  I have to say that it looks pleasing to the eye, as elegant as when making desserts.

   more than twenty minutes later,

Wei Ran's slender fingers picked up the fine porcelain plate, and his fingertips were three points whiter than the fine white porcelain. He walked out of the kitchen unhurriedly, paused when he passed the forensic doctor, and leaned over and whispered at her. He said ambiguously, his voice was low and bewitching: "Kissing a criminal is not your duty, not to mention illegal imprisonment."

After the voice fell, Wei Ran smiled at her and walked to the dining table.

  The forensic doctor stood in place with no expression.

  Weiran put the prepared breakfast on the table, and the fragrance lingered for a while, which was pleasing to the eyes.

  His gentleman opened the chair for Ranbai.

  The forensic doctor sat down and looked at the breakfast on the table.

  Weiran is a perfectionist, pursuing perfection in everything, and since it is done, no flaws are allowed.

   Crime is, dessert is, so is cooking.

  "Try my brother's craftsmanship." Weiran sat lazily next to Ranbaipan, tapped on the table with her fingertips, and joked in a playful manner: "Let's see if we can poison our forensic adults."

  The forensic doctor gave him a cold look, then took a bite slowly. The etiquette on the dinner table was the elegance engraved in the bone.

  Yan Bai didn't say anything.

  He has always done everything to her taste.

  Since the dessert is, the method is not bad.

  Wei Ran looked at Dyeing White, her thin lips lightly hooked, and lazily teased: "Is my brother a man who can go to the hall and the kitchen."

  Ranbai drank a sip of warm milk, silently looked at the youth's moist and angry look, and said something that she didn't even believe: "...Mr. virtuous."

   Wei Ran smiled casually: "Thank you for the praise."

After a breakfast, Wei Ran cleaned up the tabletop, and the thin silver-white chains falling from the frame of the frame lined him with an elegant and gentle aura. After a short period of silence, he looked at Ran Bai suddenly and said with a chuckle. In one sentence, the tone was delicate and elegant: "Don't mind, after all, there will be more extraordinary things in the future."

  He was responding to the last word he said to Ranbai when he was in the kitchen.

  Weiran half-closed her light-colored and deep eyes, her color was gentle and bewitching, she was smiling but not smiling, and it meant something, the words were vague, and her voice was low: "For example, do..."

  (End of this chapter)