Chapter 3390

About a few seconds later, Wei Ran loosened his hand, put his slender fingertips against his dyed white shoulder and pushed the man out.

"OK, brother, go take a bath." he smiled and lost his voice. "I can't help holding it anymore. Brother's self-control is not so good."

Will want it.

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.

Not surprisingly, the young man's wrists were red. He got up lazily and straight, his legs were slender, his black shirt was half open, his buttons were untied, his chest was looming, and the hem of his shirt was pulled out of the belt around his waist. It can be seen that his waist and abdomen lines were strong, thin and beautiful, containing the beauty of power and bewitchment.

"Sir, your waist is very thin." the forensic medicine was silent for a moment and said something somehow.

Wei Ran suddenly heard such a sentence, walked to the bathroom and looked back at her. Her light brown eyes looked very amber, as if they were brewing wine, intoxicating and unclear.

"Brother, can you understand that this is flirting?" he half raised his eyebrows and the radian of his lips was specious.

The medical examiner was indifferent: "wash your clothes."

When she sat in the chair, she could see the gold wire glasses placed there and play with them in her hands. She could hear the sound of water flowing from the bathroom. She clearly could not see any picture, but listening to the sound alone was enough to make people blush and heartbeat.

She stared down at her glasses.

I don't know how long it took,

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 bath. He is only wearing a black silk bathrobe with a loose belt, which outlines the sexy radian of the waist line. The bathrobe is slightly open, the clavicle is looming, and the crystal water droplets are swirling. It makes his skin cold and white, but his lips are red, like crushed rose juice. It is very suitable for kissing.

It was a solemn and pure black bathrobe, but he wore it out of his unruly lazy temperament, which was particularly charming.

"The gold Lord hurt his brother so hard." he came out of the bathroom and said carelessly: "I took two baths in the morning, but it was cold water."

He walked away with long legs and approached dye white. He casually supported one hand on the back of the chair where the forensic doctor was sitting. The diamond ring of his tail finger was taken off. Even if there were no jewelry, his hands were still clearly bony and exciting.

The idle banter voice fell down, and the voice line was heavy and dumb, giving people a sexy illusion that their lust has not faded: "the gold Lord has nothing to say."

The fresh and clean light fragrance shrouds over, smells good and aggressive.

Dyed white without thinking, not cold or light: "I can let you wash again."

Wei Ran looked at her with a smile and laughed.

He gently lowered his jaw and asked lazily, "have you eaten breakfast?"

After Wei Ran asked, ran Bai suddenly realized that she hadn't eaten yet.

As soon as he saw the forensic look, he could guess. He smiled slowly, dragged his cavity very seriously, and said frivolously, "don't go out to eat. My brother will make it for you."

"Haven't you tasted my brother's craft yet?" his slender white fingers scraped on the dyed white bridge of his nose naturally and intimately. It was a bit spoiled. The voice line was clear and lazy: "let's see the forensic adults today."

Ran Bai grimaced, "don't poison me."

Wei Ran's deep and beautiful pupils glanced at her, some funny: "how much you despise your brother?"

"Don't worry, the poison won't kill you." he said carelessly.

The basement has everything, including a separate bathroom and kitchen, which is very convenient.

The young man stood there with a long body.

He changed his clothes. He was gentle and well dressed. The black shirt was solemn and clean. The hem was tied in his trousers. The belt was tied around his waist, the metal buttons were cold, and the lines of his legs were long and straight.

Wearing a pair of gold wire glasses, hanging a silver white thin chain, lining the side face with gentle and beautiful, clean and clear lines, the color of the tail finger diamond ring is cold, and the joints are tall and white.

Ranbai stood at the kitchen door, "Sir, standing there thinking about life?"

"It is said that to catch a person's heart, you need to catch her stomach first." Wei Ran is slow and unhurried, which is the elegant temperament of the aristocracy. "Brother, don't you think about how to show your skills to capture the gold Lord's stomach."

Ranbai pulls her lower lip, speechless.

"Gold Lord, don't look here. Just wait." the murderer smiled low and said politely: "my brother can't poison. Don't look at my brother here like a prisoner."

"Sir is not a criminal?" the forensic doctor's business attitude showed a slight sense of order: "it's his duty to supervise criminals."

Wei Ran looked at her with an unidentified meaning, smiled, and said along with ranbai: "it's troublesome for the forensic adult to supervise his brother well, preferably 24 hours a day."

Ranbai leans against the door and lightly looks at Wei Ran cooking.

I have to say, it looks pleasant, as elegant as dessert.

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 good white porcelain. He walked out of the kitchen calmly, paused when passing the forensic medicine, leaned over and whispered an ambiguous sentence in her ear. The tone was low and bewitched: "kissing criminals is not the duty, and illegal imprisonment is not."

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

The medical examiner stood where he was, with no expression.

Wei Ran puts the prepared breakfast on the table, which is full of fragrance and pleasing to the eyes.

He opened the chair to dye white gentlemanly.

The medical examiner sat down and looked at the breakfast on the table.

Wei Ran is a perfectionist. He pursues perfection in everything. Since he has done it, he is not allowed to have defects.

Crime is, dessert is, cooking is.

"Try your brother's craft." Wei Ran sat lazily next to ran Bai, tapped the table with his fingertips, and joked: "see if you can poison our forensic adults."

The forensic doctor gave him a cold look and tasted it slowly. The etiquette on the dinner table was engraved in the bone.

Dyed white didn't say anything.

What he did was always to her taste.

Since dessert is, it's not bad.

Wei Ran looked at dye for free, thin lips light hook, lazy joke: "is my brother a man who can go to the hall and go to the kitchen?"

Ranbai drank a mouthful of warm milk, silently looked at the young man's warm and ruffian appearance, and said something she didn't believe: "... Mr. virtuous."

Wei Ran smiled carelessly: "thank you for your praise."

After a breakfast, Wei Ran cleaned up the table. The silver chain falling from the mirror frame set off his elegant and gentle atmosphere. After a little quiet, he suddenly looked at ran Bai, smiled and said, "don't mind, after all, there will be more special things in the future."

He was responding to the last words he had just said to ranbai in the kitchen.

Wei Ran half narrowed his light and deep eyes. The color was gentle and bewitching. He seemed to smile rather than smile. He meant something. The words were vague and the voice line was low: "for example, do..."