The two of them held an umbrella together, and their hands holding the handles overlapped. The pure black and solemn umbrella enveloped them, rotating with their movements, and the raindrops on the umbrella bones splashed everywhere with the rotation arc.

Ranbai didn't see his face clearly, but only heard the murderer laughing lazily.

"Get the umbrella." The young man curled up the corners of his lips slightly. The color of the lips that he had just bitten was like a shattered and misty rose juice. It was moist and beautiful. As he spoke, he was snow-white between his teeth, which looked like a sick nobleman who sucked blood. His voice became a little hoarse, his texture was magnetic, and he was teasing like teasing: "It's my fault to let the detective catch a cold in the rain."

Forensic doctors rarely have any expressions. At this moment, they look cold and frown, making it even more difficult to mess with strangers.

Detective?

Why doesn't this person die?

The heavy rain drizzled, and the wind whistled by, crushing the murderer's lingering and strange tone, giving people the illusion of gentleness, as if the graceful and elegant music in the auditorium.

His gentlemanly step backwards, and he bows like an ancient aristocratic etiquette.

“See you goodbye.”

The words fell.

The young man stepped on the dirty and messy wall with one foot, his long legs were straight and powerful, and he felt indescribable.

He left the umbrella to Ranbai. He didn't have a big umbrella. The heavy rain poured down and quickly wet the black windbreaker. His slender fingers gently pressed against the wall, but he instantly crossed the wall and left with his back. His back was lazy and evil, disappearing in the middle of the night, as if it was just an illusion.

The forensic doctor looked cold, and his fingertips rubbed the place where the murderer had licked and bitten. He tried so hard that even the originally fair skin on his neck turned red. Ambiguous biting marks could be seen in the thin red. The blank and trembling touch had not yet faded. She stood there, solemn and cold, staring at the distance at night, with swords and swords hidden in her eyes, so fierce that she could tear people apart.

She held a black umbrella, not the one she came, but the one left to her by the murderer.

The umbrella face half covers the forensic eyebrows.

at the same time,

As night falls, the prosperity of the city and the hustle and bustle of the night are vividly displayed. Neon lights are flashing, the lights are red and the wine is green, and they are still untiring in the wind and rain.

In a high-end club,

Song Miaoyun was laughing at the door and fled in panic. Because of the humiliation, her face turned red with anger and tears rolled in her eyes.

"Yo. Beauty still wants to run away?" The man in a dark red suit lying on the sofa chuckled frivolously: "Why don't you catch me?"

The two bodyguards standing on one side responded and chased them out directly.

Song Miaoyun felt that someone was chasing her, and she became even more panicked, and she felt so aggrieved in her heart that she wanted to cry.

Today she wanted to give an exclusive interview to a young master named Wen, but who knew that the young master Wen actually teased her and touched her?!

Song Miaoyun was so angry that she was spoiled since she was a child that she was not afraid of anything, so she just threw things into Wen Chen.

This is great.

He angered Young Master Wen, who was in charge of his height, and ordered the person to be arrested.

Song Miaoyun ran forward in a panic, her body was trembling with fear, and tears burst out from her eyes. She never expected that one day she would encounter such a thing.

Just then.

The door of a private room on the left side of the corridor was suddenly pushed open from the inside, and his hands were long and fair, which was amazing.

A slender and tall figure walked out of the box, dressed well, lowered his eyes and tidied his cuffs, low and exquisite.

He is a young man who has a good appearance and looks so handsome that he seems to be charming. He looks as gentle as jade, but the curve of his thin lips is slightly slutty.

At that time, Song Miaoyun was not worried about anything else and rushed up as if she saw the last life-saving straw. Her voice was hoarse because of crying and fear. She asked the man for help: "Save me! Save me! Someone is arresting me, I..."

A girl suddenly rushed over in front of her, Wen Heng narrowed her eyes and glanced at her slightly impatiently.

Song Miaoyun saw the man's eyes clearly, with long and long eyes and a very deep pupil color, like an endless dark night, outlining a bit of indifferent feeling.

She was stunned, wriggling her lips, her voice became much smaller, and she cried in despair: "Save, save me, I will repay you..."

The man in front of him suddenly smiled, with a gentle and noble voice: "Don't cry, it's so ugly."

"Beautiful lady." Wen Heng seemed warm, but more of the evil and unconcealed aura. His tone was elegant and polite, but in fact he was very bad and cold: "Good luck."

Next second.

Wen Heng had no sympathy, nor did he want to give alms and be patient, so he walked forward with his long legs.

At this time, the two tall and powerful bodyguards who had been behind him rushed up. When they saw Song Miaoyun, they sneered, and then they were shocked when they saw Wen Heng who had not yet left.

"Young Master Wen."

There is only one Wen Shao in the Wen family.

The eldest son of the Wen family,

Wen Heng.

As for Wen Chen?

Others call him Young Master Wen.

Despite how angry this name was, no one dared to contradict the gentle and jade-like eldest master of the Wen family.

Wen Heng's white fingertips slipped off the cufflinks, glanced casually, curled his thin lips slightly, and smiled lightly: "What, something is wrong."

"This lady is ignorant and accidentally bumped into Mr. Wen. Let's take him away now." One of the bodyguards said respectfully, secretly giving the other one a look.

Then the two of them stepped forward and wanted to take Song Miaoyun away.

"It's not like this!" Song Miaoyun screamed, knowing in his heart that if he was really caught back, it would be really over. "It's them who want to capture me!! That Wen Chen is a disciple---!"

Before Song Miaoyun could finish speaking, she was covered by the bodyguard and was forced to make no sound.

The bodyguard did not dare to disturb Wen Heng anymore, and immediately grabbed Song Miaoyun forcibly and prepared to leave.

Wen Heng stood there and was silent for two seconds. No one knew what he was thinking. He only heard him speak in a simple and elegant manner, and his tone was quite casual. It was not a discussion, but a notification: "Stay people, you go."

Song Miaoyun opened her eyes wide instantly, and the umm was even more powerful!

The bodyguard was stiff in place.

It’s not right to leave, it’s not right not to leave.

In the end, he didn't dare to disobey Wen Heng, so he could only grit his teeth and said, "Young Master Wen, this woman is ignorant of the world. I'm afraid she will disturb you if she stays."

Wen Heng's tone was plain: "Do you need me to say it again?"

The bodyguard was shocked in an instant, and after hesitating for a little while, he let go of Song Miaoyun.

If you offend Wen Chen, you will be scolded at most, but you will offend Wen Heng...

I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in the future.

Song Miaoyun was free and hurriedly ran behind the man, biting his lips tightly.

Wen Chen had never seen anyone come back. He was furious and impatient. He came out of the private room, but he didn't expect to encounter such a scene.
Chapter completed!