"I still have a sense of traffic." Weiran squinted his eyes casually, the car window was half open, his handsome and gentle outline half penetrated into the night, neutralizing a little sharp, and it looked a little dark. The moonlight was filled with light-colored pupils, and the color was shimmering like a pool of broken stars in the sky. "Is this considered abiding by the law?"

Ranbai's face was cold and expressionless and asked: "Does the store manager have any misunderstandings about these four words?"

"No." Weiran half-curled the corners of his lips, smiling and sarcastically: "I feel quite good."

He leaned over and approached a little, and casually hooked the seat belt on the forensic doctor's body with a white tail finger. Such movements were a bit frivolous. There was a smile between his eyebrows and eyes, and he felt a sense of indulgence that he knew the danger but was still sinking. He easily hooked people into the abyss trap and jumped willingly. In the end, he still smiled elegantly, but he didn't know how arrogant and arrogant he was in his bones.

"Forensic doctor is considering giving up his requests lightly?" His eyes were beautiful, as if Hanchun: "Don't be so strict."

"Abide by the law is not like you." Ranbai directly held Weiran's chaotic hands, and looked cold.

Weiran lowered his thin eyelids slightly, staring at the hand that was being held by Ranbai, and smiled for a while, "What's that?" His voice was low, with a bit of indescribable laziness, and his unique texture was particularly gripping: "Like a forensic doctor?"

The young man's fingertips moved slightly intentionally or unintentionally, and gently stroked his palms, emitting a subtle itch. He slowly lit the forensic's beautiful knuckles, and went up along the slender and distinct lines, with a faint teasing sense, as if he had encountered a favorite toy, and his movements seemed a little focused.

Weiran's light brown eyes reflected the figure of the forensic doctor, and his eyes were scattered and captivated. From the forensic's meticulous and rigorous neckline, the biting marks had long disappeared. He narrowed his eyes with a little displeasure, and his tongue touched the tip of his snow-white teeth. He still remembered the touch of his biting on it.

"So serious..." He licked his thin and bewitching lips, cold and eager, and said lazyly, "I'm afraid I can't learn it."

"I didn't let you learn." The forensic doctor glanced at him, grabbed the young man's fair wrist, and his voice was as cold as the ice on the snowy night: "Please wait for the store manager."

"I'm not at ease." Weiran was curbed, and his thin lips did not fade away. He let Ranbai hold his hand. He probably felt that there was no problem, so he asked for it as expected, looking at Ranbai with a smile.

The forensic doctor approached him, and he was covered in coldness, and he paused word by word, and said straightforwardly: "You are not at peace anywhere."

Wei Ran said with a tsk and approached him. He could see the forensic's clear eyelashes, which were very slender and thin. He counted them seriously and thought to himself.

Eyelash Sperm is still a little old-fashioned.

His gaze slipped a little, and he could see the slightly blue and black eyelids on his white eyelids. He probably didn't have much rest recently, but his aura still looked solemn and arrogant. He sighed softly, and then suddenly made an unexpected move.

The young man's cold fingertips streaked past Ranbai's eyes, his movements seemed gentle and bewitching. He only heard him ask in a low voice, his voice clear and pleasant: "Are you tired?"

Perhaps unexpectedly, Weiran asked a sentence that had no reason to ask. The forensic doctor paused for a while, let go of Weiran's hand coldly, "Speak less. Drive."

"Okay." Weiran laughed and retreated. His side looks too beautiful and he was a bit unreasonable joke: "Today I will be the driver for our forensic doctor."

Ranbai closed his eyes and didn't say anything. Her long eyelashes covered the blue-black under her eyes, and it seemed that there was still a cool touch that just now remained. The place where the finger bones were pressed was slightly numb, as if she was touched by electricity. She tapped her fingertips and was silent.

…

final,

Qin Luoxiang finally confessed to the crime he committed, admitting that he brutally killed the Song couple eighteen years ago and He Ying 18 years later, with the intention of murdering Sun Lu but failed.

He admitted that all this was done by himself and had nothing to do with others.

Qin Ruiqi was not seriously implicated in it.

There is no doubt.

Qin Luoxiang was sentenced to death.

Three lives.

How many shadows.

Death is not worth cherishing.

…

The autumn wind is cool, and the withered yellow leaves bring a season. The sycamore trees on the streets sway slightly in the wind, the sky is blue and cloudless.

The knock on the door sounded three times and returned to silence.

Ranbaiting opened the door casually, only heard the knock on the door but did not see anyone's existence. The sky was bright and the breeze was light.

She narrowed her eyes and stared at the exquisite gift box that was placed on the ground at some point.

The gift box is half-open, covered with velvet snow-white, and a bunch of delicate and dripping blood-red roses lie quietly in the gift box. The flowers are thick and gorgeous, as if they are splashed with blood. The petals are filled with crystal dew, bathing in the sun, reflecting a crystal-like luster.

The interweaving contrast of snow-white and blood-red.

The most thrilling beauty.

Ranbai fell silent and looked at the bouquet of red roses.

She looked silent. After a while, she leaned over and picked up the gift box placed on the ground.

The slender and white fingers picked up the charming and weird red rose, covered with fine thorns.

Under the ultimate stunning charm, it is a fatal danger.

If you are not careful,

The dyed white fingertips were pricked by the rose. After a moment of tingling pain, fine blood beads emerged from the belly of the fingertips and just dripped on the rose petals.

The gift box has English letters printed on it, with the weird beauty of gold embedded in it.

suprse.

surprise.

a long time.

The forensic doctor sneered.

It was quiet around, without any sound.

It seems like no one has ever come.

…

If it was changed before.

Someone told Song Miaoyun that his boyfriend's relatives killed her parents, and even her boyfriend was suspected of being accomplices.

Song Miaoyun would definitely think that person was sick.

After all, it's too ridiculous, isn't it?

But reality tells her that it is true.

Are you funny?

Song Miaoyun didn't know what he was thinking after knowing all this.

It seems that it is not an exaggeration to thunder the top of the head, and it is difficult to describe the feeling when the sky collapses in front of you.

Her parents,

Died at the hands of her boyfriend's uncle.

She even almost died twice at the hands of this uncle.

...Just kidding?

How is it possible.

This is definitely not true.

This was indeed Song Miaoyun's first reaction.

She just found it ridiculous, incredible, and could not believe it at all.

I can't believe it either.

This summer seems to be particularly short. Before I could enjoy the sunny days, it was already the cool autumn with a whirlwind, and the gray transition seemed particularly powerless.

The first autumn rain drizzled, and the sky was always dark, clearly it was day, but it was not much better than the dark sky.
Chapter completed!