It’s not just because of these, but the most important thing is that he is elegant and elegant, and he does nothing attentively, which makes people feel difficult to approach. Even if he smiles gently, he can reveal a bad aura from his bones.

But such a person...

The clerk always feels that it is different to the forensic lady.

Although she was so skeptical, she couldn't come forward and talk to the forensic lady because there was no evidence.

I think our store manager is chasing you.

"Miss." The clerk smiled at Ranbai very friendly: "I'm meeting again."

Ranbai took the windbreaker that Weiran threw to her, pulled open the chair and sat in the previous position, threw the windbreaker aside, and nodded slightly when he heard this.

The clerk turned around and looked at the back of their store manager making desserts. Zhilan was very handsome. She licked her lower lip, but suddenly thought of the scene that she accidentally bumped into in the past few days.

It was night, rainy night.

It was very late at night and it was raining all the time.

But w.r. The lights are brightly lit in the fairy tale, and the warm halo is falling down, jumping halos of hazy light and shadows on the wooden floor.

That day it was the clerk on night shift, and everyone else got off work, so she had to stay.

At that time, the clerk thought it was already very late, around midnight.

Just when she was so sleepy that she could almost perform a magical skill of sleeping with her eyes open and instantly, she suddenly heard the sound of opening the door mixed with the sound of wind and rain.

The clerk shuddered and woke up a lot in an instant. Before he blurted out the welcome, he saw the person pushing the door in. She was stunned for a moment and said, "Shop Manager."

She didn't expect that Weiran would come around midnight.

But this is not the first time, and the clerk is not surprised.

The slender and tall young man was wearing a pure black windbreaker and holding a black umbrella. Water droplets flowed down from the eaves. He slowly closed the door and closed the umbrella.

The face half-invaded in the dark night, and the expression was not real. I felt that half of the light and shadow fell without any warmth. My side face was cold and handsome, with a deep and clear outline, a bit like the blood demon in the dark night, with a dangerous and noble mystery.

For some reason, the clerk's heartbeat suddenly.

Weiran uttered calmly, and then walked straight to the place where the desserts were made separately in the dessert shop.

At that time, the clerk could only use the shadows to look at the young man's back standing in front of the glass table, with a black windbreaker, tall and thin body, and patiently made a tiramisu with a slow and elegant movement.

He seemed to enjoy the process of making desserts, like a feast.

In the dim light, the clerk could only see the figure, an indescribable sense of weirdness.

It's a bit creepy indeed.

Want to come now,

The clerk really doesn't understand what kind of quirk their store manager is.

well.

Because it is the night, there are very few people in the fairy tale, and the atmosphere is particularly quiet.

Ranbai sat there, facing a snow-white cat with all eyes.

Quiet,

Still quiet.

"Meow." After a long time, the cat screamed softly.

Then,

It was picked up by a skinny, cold and beautiful hand, and it was thrown to the side with weak, helpless and pitiful.

"Come on, kid." Weiran put the dessert in front of Ranbai and smiled as if he was smiling: "Please taste your 'regular'."

He said casually: "Brother made it for you."

The next second,

Weiran was thrown into a windbreaker and hit him in the chest. He easily caught him and raised his eyebrows.

"Put your coat." The forensic doctor said in a cold tone: "Don't throw it around casually."

"I'm still calling it to throw it to our forensic children?" Weiran sat next to Ranbai, holding his delicate chin, "Brother makes you a dessert, can you take down your clothes for me?"

He chuckled, and his white fingertips shaved the white nose bridge, "Can you guys tell me some favors?"

The forensic doctor was indifferent: "Also, don't touch your hands."

The young store manager thoughtfully and looked at Ranbai leisurely, with a lazy voice: "What?"

"Then." The forensic's pronunciation was slightly heavy and a little fierce: "Don't call me a kid."

Weiran listened carefully to Ranbai's words. After quiet for a while, he spoke honestly, and his tone sounded a little regretful: "That's really a pity, I'm afraid it won't work."

Ranbai: "..."

"Shut up."

Weiran blinked innocently.

Ranbai lowered his eyes and looked at the delicate and delicate small dessert in front of him, thinking.

Why is a good dessert shop manager who doesn’t know how to speak?

"Is it delicious?" Weiran looked at Ranbai Chi and asked.

It's delicious, I'm afraid I can't find a second one, but how could I tell Weiran? Otherwise, what would this guy have to say? The tip of the white tongue touched the fork and replied plainly: "Overall."

"Oh." Weiran raised his eyebrows, looked at her with a smile, and muttered lazily: "Little liar."

His fingers bent slightly, and his white fingertips tapped in front of the Baibai. It was not to be ignored. The young man's lazy and playful voice fell on his ears: "Try it for brother."

Ranbai thought it was absurd and emphasized: "I've eaten it."

"Brother doesn't dislike you." Weiran replied casually and confidently: "I'll just take a bite. Could it be that you want me to do it again?"

"I dislike you." The forensic doctor said coldly, saying: "In addition, this is what I bought. It already belongs to me and has nothing to do with you."

"You're so stingy, you can't even taste it." Weiran teased her in a sarcasm.

Ranbai: "You dream."

"Then you haven't paid the bill yet."

Ranbai took out his cell phone in front of Wei Ran with expressionless expression, and asked in a cold voice: "How much?"

"Thirty-seven." Weiran looked at Ranbai's movement, bent his lower lip and said seriously: "For the sake of acquaintances, I will give you a discount, thirty-six."

"Transfer." Ranbai did not bring any cash.

Wei Ran muttered and remembered something, "Transfer to me directly. We haven't seem to have added WeChat yet?"

He smiled, his tone calmly: "Add it quickly."

Ranbai didn't add two words before he could say it, he heard Weiran laughing softly, meaningful teasing: "Brother will take you to the game. But there is no hope in the fifth row. Brother is not that fickle yet, just take the double row."

Ranbai: "..."

She was in the wrong position, and Ranbai really didn't want to mention this matter again.

I just started talking casually at the beginning, but who knew that Weiran would hold on and still have a little bit of the meaning of settled the accounts after autumn.

"Brother's skills are not that bad, so I can't cheat you." Wei Ran glanced at the forensic's silent expression and played with the black phone in his hand, "What are you afraid of? Are you going to take it away if someone said first?"

Ranbai paused for a long time, and couldn't help but speak, and asked for a name, and said word by word, and chilled from his lips and teeth: "Qiran."

"Brother is here." Weiran responded frivolously, with a smile on his light-colored eyes. The forensic doctor seemed to have never called him that name. It seemed that he was really annoyed, but it sounded quite nice. The young man curled his lips: "What are the instructions for the forensic doctor?"
Chapter completed!