After about a few seconds, Weiran let go of his hand, his slender fingertips gently pressed against the white shoulders, and pushed the person outward.

"Okay, brother, go take a shower." He smiled and his voice became hoarse: "I can't help but hug you anymore, brother's self-control is not that good."

Will want it very much.

Just like crazy.

The forensic doctor took the initiative to let go of the young man's wrist, stood up, sat next to him, and looked at him coldly.

The young man's wrist was red. He stood up lazyly, his legs were long, his black shirt was half open, his buttons were unbuttoned, his chest was faintly visible, and the hem of the shirt was pulled out from the belt that was tied up. It can be seen that his waist and abdomen were thin and beautiful, containing the beauty of power and seduction.

"Sir, the waist is thin." The forensic doctor was silent for a moment and said something somehow.

Wei Ran suddenly heard this sentence, and he paused to the bathroom. He looked back at her. His light brown eyes looked very amber, as if they were brewing wine, which was intoxicating and unknown.

"Can brother understand that this is teasing?" He raised his eyebrows halfway, and the curve of his lips seemed to be true.

The forensic doctor was cold: "Go to wash yours."

She sat on the chair and could see the gold-rimmed glasses placed there. She put them in her hands to play with them. She could hear the sound of water flowing out of the bathroom. She could clearly see no picture, but just listening to the sound was enough to make her face blush and her heart beat.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the glasses in her hand.

I don't know how long it took,

The bathroom door was pushed open.

The young man had a slender and straight body, and was very oppressive. He had just finished taking a shower and was wearing only a black silk bathrobe. The belt was loosely tied, outlining the sexy curve of the waistline. The bathrobe was slightly open, and the collarbone was faintly visible. The crystal water dripping was swirling, making his skin look cold and white, but the lips were bright red, as if he had crushed rose juice, which was very suitable for kissing.

It was obviously a solemn and pure black bathrobe, but he was wearing it with a lazy and unrestrained temperament, which was particularly charming.

"The money owner made my brother very distressed." He walked out of the bathroom, his tone was a little careless: "I took a shower twice in the morning, but it was still cold water."

He stepped apart and approached Danbai. He held one hand casually on the back of the forensic chair sitting on the forensic. He took off the diamond ring on his tail finger. Even without accessories, his hands were still clearly tied to heart.

The lazy and silly joking voice fell, and the voice was heavy and hoarse, giving people a sexy illusion that the lust had not faded: "Is there nothing that the financial owner wants to say?"

The clear and clean fragrance covered her body, which smelled very nicely and was aggressive.

Ranbai did not think, neither cold nor indifferent: "I can let you wash it again."

Weiran looked at her with a smile and laughed.

He lightly tapped his jaw and asked lazyly: "Have you eaten breakfast?"

After Weiran asked, Ranbai suddenly realized that she hadn't eaten yet.

As soon as he saw the forensic expression, he could guess it. He smiled slowly, dragged his voice in a very inappropriate manner, and said frivolously: "Don't go out to eat, brother will make it for you."

"Have you not tried my brother's skills yet?" His slender and fair fingers naturally and intimately scraped the white nose bridge, which was a bit doting, and his voice was clear and lazy: "Today, let us forensic doctors see it."

Ranbai had a tense face, "Don't poison me to death."

Weiran's deep and beautiful pupils glanced at her, and she was a little funny: "How much do you look down on your brother?"

"Don't worry, you won't kill you." He casually.

The basement is equipped with a separate bathroom and kitchen, which is very convenient.

The young man stood there, standing tall and handsome.

He changed his clothes, gentle and well-dressed, the black shirt was solemn and clean, the hem was tied into his trousers, the belt was tied with his waist, the metal buttons were shining with a cold light, and the legs were long and straight.

Wearing a pair of gold wire glasses, the silver-white thin chains are hanging down, which is warm and handsome with the side face, the lines are clean and clear, the diamond ring on the tail finger is cold and seductive, and the joints are long and fair and white.

Ranbai stood at the kitchen door, "Where is the sir standing thinking about life?"

"It is said that to grasp a person's heart, you need to grasp her stomach first." Weiran is slow and calm, which is the elegant temperament of the noble. "Isn't my brother thinking about how to show off his skills to capture the stomach of the financial owner?"

Ranbai pulled his lower lip and was speechless.

"Where is the money master, don't have to watch here, just wait." The murderer laughed softly, and was very serious: "Brother can't poison, don't have to look at his brother like he is looking at a prisoner."

"Sir, isn't a criminal?" The forensic doctor's attitude was filled with a slightly cold sense of order: "Supervising criminals is the responsibility."

Wei Ran looked at her in an unknown way, smiled, and said according to Ranbai's words: "Then please help the forensic doctor supervise my brother, it's better to be the kind that is twenty-four hours a day."

Ranbai leaned against the door and looked at Weiran cooking lightly.

It has to be said that it looks pleasing to the eye and is as elegant as when making desserts.

After more than twenty minutes,

Weiran held up the thin porcelain plate with his long fingers, and his fingertips were three points whiter than the best white porcelain. He walked out of the kitchen slowly, paused when he passed by the forensic doctor, leaned over and said in ambiguously in her ear, with a low tone, bewitching: "Kissing a criminal is not the responsibility, and illegal imprisonment is not."

After the words were finished, Weiran smiled at her and walked towards the dining table.

The forensic doctor stood there without any expression.

Weiran placed the prepared breakfast on the dining table, and the fragrance lingers for a while, pleasing to the eye.

He gentlemanly opened the chair for Ranbai.

The forensic doctor sat down and looked at the breakfast on the dining table.

Wei Ran is a perfectionist and pursues perfection in everything. Since he has done it, there are no flaws allowed.

Crime is, dessert is, and cooking is also.

"Try my brother's skills." Weiran sat lazy next to Ranbai, fearless, tapped the table with his fingertips and teased a little playful: "Let's see if we can poison our forensic doctor."

The forensic doctor glanced at him coldly and tasted slowly. The etiquette on the dinner table was engraved with elegance in his bones.

Ranbai didn't say anything.

What he made has always been to her taste.

Since the dessert is, the method will not be bad.

Weiran looked at Ranbai Chi, with thin lips curled, and joking lazyly: "Does my brother be considered a man who can go to the hall and go to the kitchen?"

Ranbai took a sip of warm milk, silently looked at the young man's warm and rogue appearance, and said something she didn't believe in: "...Sir is virtuous."

Weiran smiled carelessly: "Thank you for the praise of the financial supporter."

After breakfast, Weiran cleaned up the tabletop. The silver-white thin chains on the frame set off his elegant and gentle aura. After a while of silence, he suddenly looked at Ran Bai and chuckled and said, with a tingling and elegant tone: "Don't mind, after all, there will be more extraordinary things in the future."

He was responding to the last sentence he said to Ranbai just when he was in the kitchen.

Wei Ran half-closed his light-colored deep eyes, his color was gentle and bewitching, and he seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his meaning was pointed. A few words were vague and his voice was low: "For example, do..."
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