A sudden knock on the door broke the situation.

No more or less, just three times.

The footsteps stopped.

It took about a second or two to ring, but it was heading in the opposite direction.

Ranbai pondered for two seconds,

Still... quite lucky?

Tsk.

She turned around and did not continue to look for the diary. Instead, she quietly opened the window of the study, supported her with one hand, and jumped out neatly and calmly. However, the incident did not alarm anyone for a moment.

You can read the diary again.

But it depends on opportunities to catch people.

I want to know more about who the person knocked on the door just now than Ranbai in the diary.

After hearing the knock on the door, Zhou Lixing opened the door in confusion and shouted who it was, but no one answered.

He frowned and opened the door.

A slender and tall figure stood lazily outside the door, somewhat clear and sparse.

He wore a black sweatshirt, clasped his hoodie hat, pressed down his ink-colored hair, half covering his eyebrows and eyes, and looked very young.

Before Zhou Lixing asked who you are, he heard a clear and low voice first.

"Sir, your courier."

Zhou Lixing was stunned for a moment, "I..." He didn't buy express delivery.

He felt something subconsciously in his heart, and it was just the next second.

The young man suddenly raised his eyebrows and eyes. The light brown eyes hidden the meaning of bewitching, deep and dark, like the most dangerous abyss in the world.

Wei Ran snapped his fingers in front of Zhou Lixing in an instant, his finger bones were slender and cold.

Zhou Lixing stood there, his eyes dazed in a daze, turned around blankly, and closed the door as if nothing had happened.

Weiran looked at that scene casually, with a lazy smile on his thin lips, and no warmth.

"Baby..." The young man's eyes were dark and shimmering. He sighed softly, as lingering as bubbles in the sun, as if muttering to himself, and as if he was saying to a second person, with a affectionate and tenderness: "I'm so careless."

Wei Ran glanced at the dark sky, his tongue gently pressed against his upper palate, and he twitched, and did not choose to leave from the main entrance of the villa area, but chose to climb over the wall.

The night wind was chilling, blowing the young man's hair into a mess, and his eyebrows and eyes were very delicate. He didn't walk out long before he knew that one was following him.

The young store manager laughed excitedly, quickened his pace, stopped a taxi on the road at will, and lowered his voice and said to the driver: "Go to the nearest bar."

"Okay!" The driver responded very positively. He listened to the voice and felt it was too nice. He couldn't help but look back at the guests in the back seat.

The dark sweatshirt, black trousers, and a casual outfit, it creates a fashion video feel on him, like a delicate poster, clear and lazy, with a faint elegance of a ruffian.

The sweatshirt and hat were casually buckled on his ink hair, half covering his eyebrows and eyes, and the deep and handsome contour lines could still be seen, which made his skin look colder and whiter.

At this moment, the young man was lazy and leaning against the back of the chair, his legs overlapped, and looked out the window with his face sideways, his thin lips seemed to be curled in a playful curve.

Very evil.

Not easy to mess with.

The driver made such a secret comment and smacked his tongue, thinking in his mind that this would not be a criminal from where this person came from...

No, if a criminal looks so good, how can he need to commit a crime? Isn’t that enough with that face?

And behind the taxi,

The forensic doctor quickly stopped a car, and she sat in coldly with her long legs and said in a concise manner: "Follow the car ahead."

The driver was about to ask where to go when he heard this sentence. He was a little curious. He quickly smiled and patted his chest and promised with confidence. He said straightforwardly: "Don't worry! I've been driving for more than ten years and I'm very professional! This is not the first time I've done this."

The driver looked back at the cold and lone figure and said too much: "Little girl, is your boyfriend right in front of me? Don't worry, I will follow him closely and help you catch the traitor!"

Ranbai:?

She slowly raised a question mark.

How could this driver be so outstanding? From what aspects did he come up with these unreliable guesses?

"No." The forensic doctor denied it coldly, and he was as proud as gold.

"Ah?" the driver was shocked, "You are already married?"

The driver was anxious: "Miss, I think you are so young, why did you enter the grave of marriage so early!"

The forensic pressure was mostly cold, like the cold day of the cold winter month, and it was biting cold. She stared at the car in front through the car window, and said word by word: "There is a criminal in the car in front. I want to arrest him. I understand?"

"!!!" the driver was shocked, "What you said is true? You, you, you are the policeman?"

Ranbai was low in air pressure and impatiently threw out a sentence: "Forensic doctor."

The driver sat upright in an instant, feeling that he was carrying the social responsibility, "I will definitely follow him and I will never lose it!"

…

And ahead,

Weiran held his chin slightly, and through the rear mirror of the car, he could see the car that had been biting tightly. He tapped the corner of his lips and smiled softly, as if he was pleased, and murmured to himself: "The little detective is really persistent."

The driver did not hear what Weiran said clearly. He started talking very well, "Hey, it depends on your young age. What kind of work do you do now?"

The young man's fair hand was lightly pressed against his delicate jaw, looking light and lazy. When he heard the driver's question, he narrowed his light-colored eyes thoughtfully. After a while, he seemed to think of something, and chuckled happily, licked the corners of his thin soft lips with his tongue, and replied inappropriately: "I'm kept by the financial owner."

His voice is clear and magnetic, and he is extremely pleasant, with a faint smile, and his tone is very righteous and natural, as if he thinks it is something worth showing off.

driver:"?!!"

His hand trembled as he drove, and almost caused a disaster. He hit the car in front of him. The driver struggled to stabilize his trembling hands and swallowed. He couldn't help but look at the young man behind him in the car mirror. He didn't need to look at the whole picture and knew that he had a good appearance. It was indeed...it was indeed worthy of being kept.

"I see that you are so young, there are so many things you can do in the future!" The driver was a little anxious. He couldn't bear to be such a beautiful young man who went astray. He couldn't help but persuade him, and said as tactfully as possible: "There is no need...that that one."

Weiran was in a good mood, and he said lazyly: "There is no way, the financial owner is too cute and can't control it."

driver:"……"

He once heard the person who was kept said this.

Shouldn’t it be because of my poor family, I am in a desperate situation, and I am desperate to sell myself to bury my father!

Why is this... so happy, praise the financial owner for being cute???

The driver was in a daze and felt that his outlook on life had been impacted.

He was silent, held it in for a long time, his face turned red, and finally he couldn't help asking, "How much does your financial backer give you?"
Chapter completed!