On weekdays, there are almost two of them. Weiran will never untie the handcuffs until they have to be forced. He just lets the two of them be together, even when he goes out to play, he doesn't care about the strange eyes of others.

If you throw away these handcuffs, as well as the anklets in the villa and the locator on the body of the dyed white body.

This might be like a normal two-person traveling world.

Unfortunately, this is not normal.

Life in W country is not boring, it can be said to be very interesting. New places and new customs can always find ways to make children happy.

He could be condoned with almost no principles, except to untie the handcuffs.

One month later,

A restaurant near the fountain in the center of the capital of W.

Weiran lowered his eyes lazily and wore silver handcuffs with one hand. This man didn't care about other people's gaze at all. He did his own thing and was used to being arrogant.

At this moment, she was peeling the crayfish, her movements were gentle and elegant, and she was unexpectedly patient and focused, and then pushed to the person next to her.

"Try it." Weiran took out a tissue and wiped his fingertips. He folded his hands and supported his chin and smiled: "I heard that this crayfish is a specialty, not bad."

Ranbai's wrist swayed a few times with his movements. Her white fingers silently pressed against her forehead, then picked up the chopsticks and tasted it, "It's okay."

Weiran's lips curled lightly, but the phone ringing rang out of place. He took out his cell phone, took a look indifferently, and then hung up the phone calmly.

"Don't answer?" Ran Bai's eyes didn't raise her mouth and asked casually.

Weiran continued to wash crayfish for her, looking exactly like a perfect boyfriend, and replied casually: "No hurry."

"Where is the forensic doctor who wants to go in the afternoon? How about the museum?"

Ranbai nodded.

When the two of them returned to the villa, it was already evening.

Weiran then took the time to reply to a call, and hung up in just a few minutes, with the curve of the corners of his lips a little light.

When he returned to the bedroom from the balcony, Ranbai happened to come out of the bathroom. Weiran walked over naturally and picked up the hair dryer to blow wild hair. His movements were gentle and appropriate.

Ranbai sat in front of the mirror and could see the slender figure standing behind her through the glass mirror. Her shirt was snow-white and clean, and her clothes were tied in black trousers, looking gentle and precious. He was very tall. Ranbai could not see his bright face in the mirror, nor could he see his expression. He just said suddenly.

"Return to China tomorrow."

Weiran's movements suddenly paused, but soon as it was normal. He only heard his lazy smile, and his clear voice fell, which was no different from usual: "Isn't it good here?"

He stood there, looking at the forensic mirror, put the hair dryer aside, and then leaned over, as elegant as a gentleman, and like a loyal and elegant housekeeper in an ancient castle, kneeling half-kneeling in front of the forensic doctor with a low voice, coaxing her and asking, "Where is it that you feel unhappy?"

With the eyes of the wild white hanging down, you can see the young man's tender and mellow smile. He raised his eyes slightly, and the beautiful and dreamy eyes as amber color were like a deep sea lake, slowly sinking and shaking an unknown storm.

The lines of the nose bridge are tall and superior, and the thin and red lips are very suitable for kissing, like a delusion of a god.

The handcuffs that had been handcuffing them were briefly untied and placed aside, with a silver luster. The cold and small anklet was buckled at the forensic's ankle. The chain was very long and could be moved freely. The other end of the ankle was clamped on Weiran's ankle. At this moment, the two were very close, and the silver chain fell on the ground, which made them at a certain distance, adding a bit of pathological and secret ambiguity.

"There is no unpleasant place." Ranbai said. She likes to be with Weiran very much and doesn't mind locking the two people in this way. Her tone is plain: "Just just called, is it the police station murdered again?"

Although it was a question, she did not have any ups and downs when she read it, so it seemed like she was objectively declaring the facts.

"This matter..." Weiran laughed softly, and he took the initiative to hold Ranbai's hand and explained patiently: "I will handle it."

"The problem is that you don't have to deal with it."

There was almost no pause between the two sentences, and they fell without thinking.

The atmosphere fell into a stalemate for a moment.

Weiran looked up at her. It was a look of looking up. It gave people a pious and surrendered illusion in the subconscious. It was easy to soothe people and make people feel soft. His expression was always gentle and peaceful, but it seemed like the dark sky was hidden in the coming storm. After a while, Weiran smiled at Ranbai, with a little warm meaning, and asked softly: "What do you want to deal with that child."

"Don't you know, sir?" Ranbai stared at him, fell into the young man's sight, and was so gentle that he was depressed.

The slender young man half-kneeled in front of her on one knee, from the jaw to the neckline, and even the curve of the shoulder blades was stretched coldly and hard, his back was erect like a beautiful bow, and the strings that would break at any time. There was a little unsettling emotion in his eyes, but it was as gentle as ever, making people suspect that the darkness at that moment was just his own illusion.

"Aren't we two good?" Weiran never had the ability to empathize, and also maintained an undetectable distance for anyone in this world. His voice was light and low, as if he was confused: "Why must there be other people?"

Returning to China means that Weiran finally established an external defense line within a month collapsed, and his psychological hints were subtly silenced to end when they were alone. Everything returned to the beginning, and familiar and unfamiliar people were by her side and occupied a lot of their time.

He is not the only one.

But she is his.

"Sir." Ranbai said: "No matter where you are, you can be together like this."

she does not mind.

real.

"The others are outsiders." The forensic doctor said in a slight tone: "You are not."

Looking at her with an unknown meaning, the curve of the corners of her lips was restrained, and she quickly curled her eyes and smiled, bringing out a little chilling affection, "I know."

He always knew.

She is his.

They will be together forever.

He knew it was certain.

"Thank you baby..." Weiran held Ran Bai's side with one hand, and kissed her in that position with a strange and romantic look. The indescribable obsession was like colorful bubbles in the sun. He did not let the forensic doctor see the cold and sickness in his eyes, the faint blood color, and the darkness almost overflowed.

No matter where he is, he will never let her go in his life.

The same goes for death.

…

midnight,

On the balcony of the villa, the night breeze is cool and everything is silent.

There is no light on in the living room, and the balcony across the door is also dim, with only the moonlight passing through the clouds, clearly extinguishing.
Chapter completed!