"Who is your father?" The head of the Wen family was shaking, "Do you know how much face you lost to the Wen family this time?"

Wen Heng sat aside, handsome and noble. He was making a cup of tea and behaved warmly and elegantly.

Indifferent to the scene in front of me.

Wen Chen's thoughts were blank for a few seconds, and suddenly his eyes widened.

"Wen Heng! It's Wen Heng!!" He said hoarsely almost desperately: "Wen Heng designed me!"

Wen Chen just shouted out, and another crutch hit him directly on the back.

The head of the Wen family hopped hard, and the veins swelled up, "You are a bastard, you falsely accused and wronged your brother. How can you call your name directly? What's your etiquette and your upbringing?"

Wen Heng, who was suddenly named, had a curve that seemed real or fake, and he stroked the edge of the teacup with his fingertips, lowered his eyes, and looked at Wen Chen with a smile, calmly.

Wen Chen groaned, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he had no idea what to say.

Not to mention that he has no evidence, if he really reveals the matter.

The Wen family mainly knew that he actually dared to drug the eldest lady of the Bai family, and he was afraid he would be really finished.

Wen Chen is really a dumb person now eating durian, and he can't tell whether he has any pain.

I dare not say it or I can't say it.

"I tell you, what do you want in private, but don't put these shameful things in public." The head of the Wen family knew that Wen Chen was a mess, but he didn't expect that he was so ridiculous.

Wen Chen was humiliated and lowered his head and gritted his teeth and replied yes.

The head of the Wen family took a deep breath and turned to look at Wen Heng.

"Heng'er, you can deal with this matter. I think you need to suppress the hot searches and not leave any traces."

Family scandals should not be made public, let alone such a shameful thing.

Wen Heng narrowed his eyes, his pupils were dark, and he stood up and said yes.

The head of the Wen family glared at Wen Chen fiercely: "Just stay at the Wen family honestly. You are not allowed to go out for me during this period, so don't cause trouble for me again!"

After saying that, he left directly.

Only Wen Heng and Wen Chen were left at the scene.

Wen Chen was beaten several times and almost couldn't get up. He barely stood up.

His eyes were staring at Wen Heng with a bloodshot look.

"Is it you?"

"What are you talking about with your brother Wen Chen?" Wen Heng replied lightly without looking at him.

"Wen Heng!" Wen Chen roared angrily: "How can you do this?!"

Wen Chen didn't believe that this had nothing to do with Wen Heng.

He used to do a lot of small moves behind the Wen family's back, but he didn't believe Wen Heng would be invisible.

Wen Heng definitely wants to get rid of him!

"Speak, tell evidence." Wen Heng's suit was straight, deep and restrained. He replied calmly, looking very much like a gentle nobleman.

If Wen Chen had evidence, would he still talk to Wen Heng here?

But every time Wen Heng's methods are clean and harsh, Wen Chen can't catch any handle!

The young man was very gentle and said, "Be careful in the future."

He nodded slightly to Wen Chen and left.

The next day,

There was fog in the morning, and the light of the sky appeared faintly. Most of the whole a was shrouded in a faint white mist, hazy and indescribable.

Xu Meng is dead.

This is the first call the police department received in the early morning.

The death was extremely miserable, so he died in the woods of the school.

When the thick fog dissipated, I really saw Xu Meng's body, which made many people feel creepy and nauseous.

The girl fell among the fallen leaves, and blood flowed all over the ground, dyeing the withered leaves red.

It gives people an intuitive feeling of blood flowing.

She had wounds of all sizes, and she looked like she was no less than twenty.

All were wounded.

It can be seen how cruel the murderer killed him.

Even Xu Zelin couldn't help feeling nauseous when he looked at it and frowned.

The forensic doctor stood there, looking down at the corpse.

He looked arrogant the day before, but today he turned into a cold corpse.

Just as Ranbai looked at the corpse, a clean and clear fragrance suddenly approached behind him, lingering in the air, dispelling the original smell of blood, like cedar, with a silky cold feeling, but it smelled particularly good.

Especially when you are in such a scene.

The man stood behind her, tall and tall, with the oppression of being alone with another person, and chuckled, "We Forensic Lord are here again."

Ranbai ignored it very coldly.

"No?" Weiran, in full view of everyone, leaned blatantly on the forensic doctor's shoulder with one hand. He smiled lazily: "I just kept my brother yesterday, but today a certain financial owner refused to admit it?"

Keep him?

Only Weiran can say such words.

The forensic doctor sneered coldly, with a blank expression on his face: "Store is not self-indulgent."

The young professor Swen abstinent again. When he heard Ran Bai's words, he raised his eyebrows. The silver-white thin chain drooped slightly with his lower eyes, and calmly spoke in Ran Bai's ear: "Are I being self-indulgent, or is the money-owner trying to abandon it all the time?"

"Hmm?" He picked the ending sound lightly. It was not a very deliberate move, but it made people feel that the demonic demon was fascinated.

Ranbai: "..."

"The professor really dares to say anything." She pulled her lips, and was solemn and cold: "Are you not afraid of what others think when they hear it?"

"There's no way." Weiran was careless: "I only ask the financial owner to be responsible now."

The two were very close to each other, and the young man stood behind the woman, with slender fingers lying on her shoulders. From a distance, he looked like he was half-held in his arms, faintly clear and ambiguous.

Others couldn't help but take a few more glances.

In my heart, I guessed what the relationship between this special professor at A University and the police station forensic doctor is, and it seems unusual.

The corpse, which was almost impossible to see, was still lying quietly among the fallen leaves. Not far from them, Weiran was still very leisurely and elegant and in a good mood to tease people, and even had a lazy smile on his lips.

"This way of death..." Weiran tilted his head and glanced at the corpse, and withdrew his gaze without any interest, "It's a bit ugly."

He thought something and chuckled, as if he was serious: "It's not as good-looking as our financial master."

Who would compare a corpse with a living person?

Ranbai said: "I feel she looks better than you."

The beauty professor Sven pushed the gold wire frame, and pointed the forensic's shoulders with cold white fingertips, slowly moved along the beautiful shoulder line to the side of her neck, rubbing the delicate skin on the forensic's collar. The temperature was a little cold, the rose-colored thin lips were light and a little distracted: "The gold medalist is sure not to reconsider it?"

"Or..." Weiran's fingertips brushed her neck line, and stayed silently at the dark green blood vessels. His breath was elegant, but his movements were a bit ambiguous, as if he was slightly drunk in a pool of sake. He spoke frivolously, as if he was smiling: "Forensic doctor like this?"

Ranbai pressed Weiran's wrist without hesitation: "It's better than you."
Chapter completed!