Sanbai took out the disinfectant and cotton swab. Although she was taciturn, her movements were neat. She looked at the young man's face.

I have to say that he is born with a beautiful skin that is fascinating, with delicate and perfect bones as a god, and his skin is clean and cold, so that a scar suddenly appears on his beautiful side face, revealing bloody color, and has a bit of decadent and messy desire beauty. The golden silk glasses are even more contrasting with the gentle and scum temperament.

She also smiled at her with a gentle smile.

Ranbai Bingliang's fingertips gently raised the young man's cold and beautiful jaw and pinched it. He looked straight at the face indifferently, wiped away the blood, and pressed the cotton swab with disinfectant coldly on the wound, without much mercy.

A slight stinging sensation came, Weiran's back was against the sofa, and there was a cold figure in front of him, and his jaw was lifted. This posture was somewhat restrained by others, but he didn't care much. Under the lens, his clear eyes reflected his cold eyebrows and eyes. The silver-white thin chains falling from the golden silk eye sockets shook a little with the cold and rough movements of dyed white, hitting his side face.

Weiran narrowed his eyes lazily and smiled unscrupulously: "Forensic doctor personally applied medicine to me..." His voice was a little low, as if it had been brewing a hundred years of sake, which contained intoxicating desires, "Plained."

The next second,

The force on the side face suddenly became stronger and cold pressed against the wound.

Wei Ran hissed softly, looked up at the forensic doctor, a little slutty: "Be gentle."

Ranbai said nothing and made the force heavier.

Weiran: "..."

OK.

He laughed briefly, allowing the forensic doctor to move.

"Thank you today." His thin lips curled his slight smile, and his voice was clear and affectionate: "Why is the forensic doctor so powerful?"

Then the words "Long" were exchanged for "Black" in exchange for "Black".

"Shut up."

After treating the wound, Ranbai closed the medicine box and stood there looking down at the young man with cold fingertips, pinching Weiran's jaw with a little force, forcing people to look up slightly. She leaned over and abstinently. She looked at the gentle appearance of the beauty's golden silk glasses, opened her thin lips and said word by word: "It seems that the store manager has indeed grown into a face of Zhang Huoshui."

Not only can it provoke women, but also men.

The forensic's strength was slightly cold and hard, and he didn't know how heavy it was. His jawbone was slightly painful. He narrowed his narrow eyes, still talking and laughing, and he was a little lazy: "There's no way."

He straightened up slightly and approached the forensic doctor. He raised his nose bridge almost touched her. His light-colored pupils meant nothing, and his lips were still smiling. His breath was cold and desireful, and he felt a sense of oppression. He jokingly said in half-jokingly: "Why is the forensic doctor taking me?"

The clear and pleasant fragrance lingered, with a slightly cedar-like coldness, and the oppression that belonged to another person was shrouded in it. It was not so annoying. Ranbai glanced at him tepidly and withdrew his hand.

He laughed brightly.

"Miss forensic doctor saved me, don't mind staying for a dessert." The young man's skin color was translucent and cold, with the coldness of the crescent moon. The scar that shouldn't have appeared and the slight redness on his jaw made him look three-pointed and abused beauty. Coupled with the elegance and righteousness that seemed to be unchanged and the arrogance and arrogance leaked from his bones, it could easily arouse people's desire to destroy. He looked at Ranbai with a smile, and gently tapped his lips with slender fingertips. The bright red and snow-white contrasted with a different confusing person, "As a thank you."

Ranbai didn't refuse.

Weiran's lips curved a little deeper, and his light-colored eyes were like fog in the early morning. When the dark fog was rising in the middle of the night, no one could see his emotions. When he lowered his eyes, he smiled a gentleman: "A young lady rarely gives her face. It seems that I have to do it myself to be worthy of it."

The clerk was on the first floor tremblingly, finally cleaning up the mess, and then he was thinking about what their store manager and forensic doctor were doing on the second floor.

Sister, don’t bewitched by the store manager’s harmless appearance!!!

Just as the clerk was nervous and thinking, he suddenly saw two figures walking down from the second floor, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Please." Weiran is tall and long legs. He went downstairs first. His slender and white fingers pulled open the chair and stood there with a noble face. The sunlight swept through his outline, deep and handsome. When he looked at Ranbai with a smile, he was a cold and romantic gentlemanly demeanor.

Such a person.

It's hard to mess with.

Once provoked, it is difficult to escape unscathed.

Ranbai lowered his eyes and felt a little cold. When he walked over, he pulled open the chair opposite the young man and sat down, even his sitting posture was rigorous.

Self-discipline is extremely strict.

See this,

The young man's slender arms bent slightly, pressed against the edge of the bench, and his white fingers supported his jaw, but he smiled without saying a word or was angry, and turned around and walked into the kitchen.

The clerk was shocked and looked at their shop manager making desserts lazyly.

For so long, the clerk rarely see Weiran doing it himself. Every time he does it, he makes it for himself to eat. He rarely catches him by chance, and only can see his back vaguely, but he feels a little strange in his heart, and there is no reason.

But I have to say,

The store manager now looks so dreamy and so beautiful that he distorted.

The clerk silently covered his heart and recited it in his heart three times. I was straight.

Until the slender and handsome young man walked out slowly with a tiramisu in one hand.

Come step by step.

Against the light.

The golden silk mirror frame is covered with thin silver-white chains, and the clear light brown eyes are filled with a erratic smile that is never real. It is beautiful as amber, and the ends of the eyes are outlined with a curve that looks like a breeze and a bright moon but is affectionate.

It was like a demon coming to the earth from hell, pretending to be a delusion of God.

"Your Tiramisu, please taste it." The devil stopped in front of the light, wearing the skin of the gods, and the cold and evil turbulent beings. His clear and lazy voice was low and pleasant, like the gentle and affectionate low recitation of the believer in the sacred church in the sun, "Dear guest."

He was smiling at her.

A colorful bubble that breaks with one poke.

The forensic doctor calmly and self-sustained. When he held the silver utensils, he reflected dazzling light, and was always solemn: "Thank you."

Wei Ran bowed slightly, which was the ancient noble etiquette, and the gentleman said, "You're welcome."

The angle of this position faces the light outside the window. The midsummer is hot, and the eyes are shining. I narrowed my eyes and raised my hand to block it. The light and shadow wandered between Leng Su's slender fingers, and a beam still fell into his eyes.

Weiran doesn't like it, and even feels a little carelessly bored.

The light and shadow flew in his eyes. He closed his eyes, and his slender and lingering eyelashes trembled slightly without notice.

But he pulled open the chair and sat beside Ranbai, with white fingers on his forehead, and looked at the forensic doctor with a smile. The interest hidden in his eyes did not fade away, his silence and aggressiveness seemed to be an illusion.
Chapter completed!