All are links to share.

Mr.: [Does love need shelf life? How long does it last for the freshness to exist?]

Mr.: [How to keep fresh in love]

Mr.: [Top 10 Celebrities Who Intervened in Other People’s Feelings in those years]

Mr.: [How to win back a person’s heart and save broken feelings]

There are four sharing links in total. After the coloring white clicks in, they are all posts.

“…”

Ranbai looked at the notes again and confirmed that it was really sent to her by Weiran.

What to do?

A stolen account?

Ranbai replied to him with a string of "..."

office,

When Ranbai pushed the door open and entered, he could see the figure lazily leaning against the sofa at a glance. She closed the door and walked over.

He lit up the screen of his phone in front of Weiran, stood there condescendingly, tapped the screen with his fingertips, and said in a low voice: "Explanation?"

The young man raised his eyes and happened to see the mobile phone screen that was struck by Ranbai in front of him. He slowly exclaimed, neither anxious nor panicked, and seemed to be smiling.

At the same time, the phone in your hand was thrown on the coffee table. The screen of the phone stayed on the page where you chatted with Ranbai, clearly showing the four sharing links and a string of ellipsis of Ranbai.

Weiran said slowly: "Don't the forensic doctor feel that these posts are very enlightening in life?"

"..." Ranbai threw his phone on Weiran, "Life enlightenment? Twist."

"You can think of this, too." She had a expressionless expression.

Weiran caught the phone and put it aside. He sighed softly, and said in a slight tone: "Brother, aren't you afraid of losing favor?"

Ranbai must have seen the scene just now, otherwise it would be impossible for her to post such a post inexplicably.

Eat this kind of vinegar?

Weiran looked up at her, with a curve on her thin lips, and said jokingly: "What if the money owner gets tired of his brother after a long time?"

The forensic doctor looked at him calmly, suddenly leaned over, and his cold and white fingertips pinched Weiran's jaw, and he raised it with no effort or weight, staring at the handsome and delicate face.

Weiran narrowed his eyes and looked at her, responding to Ranbai's actions.

After looking at it for a while, Ranbai reached out and patted the young man's side face, "Just this face, it's really not easy to get tired of it."

"Is that right?" Weiran chuckled and calmly said: "Then brother still has to thank himself for this face?"

Ranbai nodded.

The young store manager sighed lightly and used a little force to bring the forensic doctor into his arms.

Ranbai fell on him, almost suppressing his posture.

"Then my brother is pretty..." Weiran sniffed in her ear, and all the breath he exhaled was sprayed on the tip of the white ear. Siwen bewitched again: "Can you let the financial backer please me alone?"

The forensic doctor said calmly: "I'm afraid it's not enough."

"Actually, my brother's figure is OK, and it should meet the aesthetics of the financial advisor." Weiran remained calm and acted like a hooligan in broad daylight, making people laugh intrigue, "I wonder if it's a bargaining chip?"

He asked, "Do you want to take a look?"

Ran Bai stared at him coldly, and after a long time, he spit out four words: "I've been asleep."

Weiran said slowly, narrowing his eyes and recalling the content of the posts on the Internet. His smile turned cold and elegant: "The money owner got it, he slept, and the freshness is gone. Don't you want it?"

"..." Ranbai might be about to suffocate. She thought about the words in just a few seconds and finally said, "Don't think about it."

She has an irresponsible scumbag's aura.

Weiran couldn't help laughing out loud. He buried his face in the forensic doctor's neck, and his shoulders were vaguely trembling because of the smile, and his tone was seductive: "Can the forensic doctor coax my brother?"

"Some people always like babies and want to compete with me." He sighed in his voice, "It's so sad."

"I can't steal you." The forensic doctor glanced at him with cold pupils.

"Is this a coax?" Weiran thought for a moment, and he lowered his voice and lazily coaxed: "Why not be a baby calling brother?"

"roll."

Wei Ran's eyes were slightly lit and his smile was shiny. He didn't say much, but he was so gentle and scum that night when he was rubbing his ears, he coaxed people several times.

Ranbai pushed him away and sat upright.

"Forensic Master." The beauty store manager slightly supported his fair and delicate chin and looked at her with a smile. The silver-white chains in his eyes drooped down, and his lips were bright red. He narrowed his gentle eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something. After a brief pause, the cold white fingertips pointed the corners of his lips, and said with a thoughtful and smiling smile: "There is no case now, so why not... my brother will take it on a trip."

"?" Ranbai glanced at him tepidly, "What do you want to do again, sir."

"Is it so unreliable?" Weiran looked gentle and gentle, and said patiently: "It's really a trip."

Ranbai: "Let's talk about it."

Weiran looked at her with a smile, but didn't say anything for a long time. He lowered his eyes slightly, and the reflection of his eyelashes was reflected in his deep and shimmering pupils, as if there was an unknown shadow.

One afternoon,

A certain beauty store manager is in the forensic doctor's office.

The forensic doctor asked casually: "You don't work?"

Weiran heard the question, his eyes blinked slightly, his thin lips curled slightly, and his curves seemed to be true, like a little lover raised by the financial owner. "W.r. can be released in fairy tales, if a big one... time is more abundant."

"It's still more pleasant to be with the financial backer." He had long legs overlapped, sitting in a very elegant position, with a faint and elegant slutty look, and his eyes seemed to be filled with affection.

“…”

Ranbai was not too surprised to get this answer, and she didn't say anything else.

"The fund owner is still fine." Wei Ran felt a sense of crisis, laughed and serious: "The funds are not too much... but it should be enough."

The three words "not too much" are really humble. In fact, there are many ways for him to make money quickly.

But his girlfriend is a police department doctor.

So Weiran deliberately avoided the issue of being good at thinking about the issue of being good.

Do something through channels that are not illegal.

"No need." Ranbai took the time from the case information and looked at the figure on the sofa, with his eyes light and light, "Since the gentleman said that I am a financial backer, it's nothing to raise a boyfriend."

"Then the troublemaker will raise my brother for the rest of his life." Weiran said thank you very politely.

Weiran dared to say Ranbai and he really dared to answer, and the forensic doctor said coldly: "No trouble."

It was already very late when I left the police station that day, the night was slightly cool and the moon was on the branches.

"Go to the store." Weiran said: "Look closer."

Ranbai had no objection to where to go. Anyway, the two of them only changed three places and went wherever they thought and went as they pleased.

It was either her house or Weiran's house, or it was a fairy tale. In the past, Weiran would occasionally stay in the private space on the second floor for one night.

Weiran's family lives alone, a private villa, far away from the city. To be precise, it doesn't seem to be suitable to call it home. It is deserted and has no fireworks. It has never even been in the simplest photo album, leaving almost no trace of life.
Chapter completed!