"Tell you to kiss." The laughter was crushed, and the thin lips opened and bit her lips. The voice whispered out from the twists and turns of the lips, calm and dull, as if there was a danger like a deep abyss, cold and lustful, and extremely charming.

Ranbai was caught off guard by him and the clear breath covered the sky and covered the person with a hot kiss. Her breathing was slightly suffocated, and at a distance of stuttering, you could see Weiran's light brown eyes, which seemed to be as confusing as affectionately, and the rippling light was rippling.

Weiran pressed the person hard in his arms and kissed him. He gently stroked the white and delicate neck with one hand, while pressing the girl's slender waist with the other hand, and the ink-colored hair fell down. The long eyelashes were slightly wet and half covered his pupils. The pupils were hazy and shimmering, revealing a fatal danger.

The young professor's kiss was crazy and confused, and he faded away all his youthful toughness and tenderness, collided with the desire to indulge in others' despair, and easily plundered all his breaths.

Almost suffocating.

Ranbai raised his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, his always cold eyes were filled with a bit of moisture, his neckline stretched out in a thin and seductive curve, and a cold breath that covered the sky and the earth lingered around him. When everything fell into silence, only the desolate kiss was left.

The silver and cold brooch was gently pressed against her, and the temperature caused a slight tremor. The young man's thin red lips pressed down fiercely. A thread of snow-white teeth seemed to pierce the blood vessels and bit her lip line.

It was like a grand sacrifice, a devil's bewitchment.

"This is the kiss," he said, meaningful danger seducing: "Do you understand?"

Weiran changed his position while kissing hard, pressing the person on the sofa next to him, and the dim light fell down. He was covered in blood-stained clothes, and the blood clan in black cloak kissed the doctor and fell infinitely in the abyss.

He rubbed the skin of the white neck with his cold fingertips, and pulled the doctor's white coat with his other hand. It was extremely messy and bloody depravity.

The inside of the black cloak was a dark red color, like blood, very wide, and when it fell down, it just so happened to cover the two figures on the sofa.

The faint fragrance lingers, Weiran presses the person on the sofa and kisses him. He half pulls the doctor's white coat, and sticks his fingertips into her waist, and goes up along the beautiful waistline. Every movement is full of destructive and deadly.

The black cloak was torn off and threw it on the ground at some point.

Ranbai leaned against the sofa, and the two of them were breathing in a tangle, and a strange and strange trembling feeling swept through, suffocating faintly. Her eyes were filled with moisture, and the tips of her teeth hit his thin lips.

It seems like the real illusion of kissing with life.

a long time,

Weiran stopped slowly, and licked the white lips with the tip of his tongue. His rapid breathing sound was low and hoarse and sexy. His face disappeared in the darkness. He raised his hand and gently rubbed the watery light from the doctor's lips. His light lips became scattered because of the kiss.

"Why do you bite people when you are kissing?" He asked politely and lazyly, feeling a little ambiguous.

The doctor leaned against the sofa, and the blood-stained white coat was scattered in messy wrinkles and was draped loosely on her body. The moisture in her cold eyes had not faded, as if there was a remnant lust. She was particularly beautiful. She asked the same question: "Is sir a murder when kissing?"

It seems that I will never give up until the last moment of suffocation.

It's really deadly.

"Okay, brother's fault." Weiran's thin lips, who had just kissed, were blushed with rouge-like red, and was very seductive. He had a cold and white complexion and was wearing a vampire uniform. He was so eager.

"Brother teaches by words and deeds." He was still pressing on the forensic doctor's lips, his fingertips rubbed the corners of her lips, and asked with a chuckling, "Have you learned it?"

"You asked me to bite you again?"

Weiran tskated and licked his thin lips with his tongue. The bite marks that could not be eliminated were still there, "The money master really bears it."

"Yes." Ranbaiying: "I not only bear it, but also cruel."

Ranbai wiped his lower lip and asked in a low voice: "Sir, should you explain to me now what you ran away before?"

"Don't you prepare surprises for our forensic doctor?" Weiran's long fingers bent slightly, and intimately scratched the doctor's nose bridge, and his thin lips curled slightly.

He sorted out his messy and decadent white coat for her, and slowly flattened the wrinkles that had just been pressed down on her kiss, and she looked inexplicably serious when she lowered her eyes.

Then he will be serious for only three seconds.

"It's so troublesome." He muttered lazily, smiling and lovingly: "If I knew this, I just started to tear it up."

Do people say it?

Ranbai didn't say anything, but he heard Wei Ran say the last sentence slowly, his voice was filled with lust and hoarseness: "What should I do if I want to mess it up again?"

"Get out." The doctor was so cold that he was sharp that he only spit out one word.

"Get out and kiss you?" Weiran smiled. He did not do anything excessive. He just lingeredly and restrainedly kissed the doctor's forehead. His voice was clear and lingering and weird, so low that he couldn't hear it clearly: "It seems that he would hide the baby..."

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes reflected in his light pupils. Ranbai saw no vague redness in Weiran's eyes and the desire for morbid possessiveness.

…

Qin Ruiqi never thought of it anyway.

In the end, it ended up like this.

He felt funny for a moment, but couldn't laugh.

Faced with so much evidence, Qin Ruiqi finally confessed truthfully.

He hates the Song family.

Started eighteen years ago.

Starting from the moment when I witnessed my father jumping off the building and died.

Qin Luoxiang told him that all this was forced by the Song family. It was the Song family who killed his father and the Song family who caused him to fall to this point.

From small to adulthood,

He was accepting this view and believed it to be true, real hatred.

So much so that he wanted to revenge all his unwillingness and anger on the Song family.

Falling in love with Song Miaoyun was an accident.

He obviously just wanted to use her.

But in the end, I really fell in love with this girl.

Finally,

The girl abandoned him in the face of choice.

He stabbed him with his own hands.

It was obviously not fatal, but Qin Ruiqi felt it was particularly fatal.

The forensic doctor asked: "Are you so sure that the Song family harmed you?"

"Of course." Qin Ruiqi said coldly, unwilling to say more.

What his uncle told him in person was that there was no falsehood.

Ranbai looked at him and threw it to Qin Ruiqi for a diary.

It is Zhou Lixing's diary.

"If Zhou Lixing hasn't told you, then I suggest you take a good look at this diary and what it has been recorded."

"In the business war, the king will succeed and the enemy will lose." Ranbai said: "The Song family has never harmed you."

Qin Luoxiang's personal hatred, extreme personality, and distorted psychology. Zhou Lixing's knowledge was unreported, and he was soft-hearted for a while and ignored the overall situation.

Kill the Song family,

It also killed Qin Ruiqi.

Eighteen years of hatred,

But I hated me for nothing.

He spared no effort,

But he killed the wrong person.

in the end,

Lose everything you deserve.

Never got anything.

Sad and ridiculous.

——Do you believe it?

Eighteen years have been ridiculous.
Chapter completed!