Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3407 Pathological possession【Fan】

  On weekdays, there are almost only two of them. Weiran never unwraps the handcuffs when it is a last resort, so he allows the two people to be handcuffed together, even when they are out to play, and Weiran doesn't care about the strange gazes of others.

  If you throw away this handcuffs, as well as the anklet in the villa and the locator on the dyed white body.

  This will probably be like a normal two-person travel world.

  Unfortunately, this is not normal.

  Life in country W is not boring, it can be said to be very interesting. With new places and new customs, Wei Ran always thinks of ways to make children happy.

  He can indulge almost without any principle, except for getting rid of the handcuffs.

  One month later,

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

  Wei Ran lowered her eyes lazily, wearing silver handcuffs with one hand. This person didn't care about other people's eyes at all. He went his own way and got used to being arrogant.

   Peeling the crayfish at this moment, acting gentle and elegant, unexpectedly patient and focused, and then pushed to the person next to him.

  "Try it." Weiran took out a tissue and wiped his fingertips. He folded his hands to support his chin, and said with a smile: "I heard that this crayfish is a specialty, and it's not bad."

  The white-dyed wrist shook a few times with his movements, her white fingers pressed her forehead in silence, and then took a bite of her chopsticks, "It's okay."

  Wei Ran’s lips lightly ticked, but the phone ring rang untimely. He took out his phone, glanced indifferently, and then hung up the phone calmly.

  "No answer?" He dyed his white eyes and asked casually without raising his eyes.

  Wei Ran continued to peel her crayfish, looking like a perfect boyfriend, and answered plainly, "No hurry."

   "Where do you want to go in the afternoon, how about the museum?"

  Ranbai gave a hum.

   When the two returned to the villa, it was already night.

  Weiran took a separate time to return a call, and hung up directly within a few minutes, the curvature of the corners of her lips was a little light.

  When he returned to the bedroom from the balcony, Dye Bai just came out of the bathroom, Wei Ran walked over naturally, picked up the hair dryer to blow Dye Bai's hair, gentle and proper movements.

Dye Bai was sitting in front of the mirror, and through the glass mirror, you could see the slender figure standing behind her. The shirt was white and clean, and the hem was tucked in black trousers. He looked gentle and noble. He was very tall. Ran Bai couldn't see Wei Ran's face in the mirror, nor could he see his expression, just suddenly said something.

  "Go home tomorrow."

  Wei Ran's action suddenly paused, but soon it was the same as usual, only listening to his lazy smile, the clear voice fell, as usual: "Isn't it good here?"

He stood there, looked at the appearance in the forensic mirror, put the hair dryer aside, then leaned over, as graceful as a gentleman, and like a loyal and elegant butler in an old castle, kneeling and half kneeling in front of the forensic doctor, his voice pressed. Low, coaxing her to ask: "What makes you unhappy?"

   Dyeing white eyes down, you can see the youthful smile of freshness, and looking up slightly, those amber-colored beautiful and dreamy eyes are like a deep sea lake, slowly setting off an unknown storm.

  The line of the bridge of the nose is tall and superior, and the thin, red lip color is very suitable for kissing, like the bewitching of the gods.

The handcuffs that had been handcuffing them were briefly released by Wei Ran and set aside, glowing with silver luster. The cold and small anklet was fastened to the forensic ankle. The chain was very long and could move freely, and the other end of the anklet was handcuffed. On Wei Ran's ankles, the two were very close at the moment, and the silver chain was hanging down on the ground, copying them at a certain distance, adding a morbid and secret ambiguity.

   "There is nothing unpleasant." Ranbai said. She likes being with Wei Ran very much, and she doesn't mind locking the two people in this way. Her tone is flat: "Just called, was the police department murdered again?"

Although    was a question, when she read it, there was no ups and downs, so that it seemed to be an objective statement of facts.

   "This matter..." Wei Ran gave a low laugh, he took the initiative to hold Bai Bai's hand, and patiently explained: "I will handle it."

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

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

  The atmosphere fell into a kind of stalemate for a while.

Wei Ran raised her eyes to look at her. It was a posture of looking up, giving people an illusion of pious and surrender in the subconscious. It was easy to soothe people and made people feel soft. His look was always gentle, peaceful, but like It was the dark sky that concealed the stormy weather. After a moment of silence, Wei Ran smiled at Ranbai, and asked softly, "What do you want to do with the kid."

   "Mr. Don't know." Ran Bai stared at him, falling into the sight of the youth, gentle and depressing.

The slender young man knelt on one knee and half in front of her. The curvature from the chin to the neckline to the shoulder blades was stiff, his back was like a beautiful bow, and the string that would break at any time, his eyes hide something disturbing. Emotion, but still gentle and enchanting, it is doubtful that the gloom at that moment is just my own illusion.

"Are we two good?" Wei Ran has never had the ability to empathize, and has maintained an undetectable sense of distance with anyone in this world. His voice is soft and low, as if confused: "Why must there be others? People."

Returning to the country means that Weiran has finally managed to establish a foreign line of defense within a month and collapsed, and the psychological hints that have been imperceptibly implicated in the whiteness of being alone have ended, and everything has returned to the beginning. The familiar and unfamiliar people are all there. Her side occupied them a lot of 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.

   "Others are outsiders." The forensic tone is neither light nor heavy: "You are not."

  Weiran looked at her unclearly, the curvature of the corners of her lips converged, and quickly curled her eyes into a smile, bringing out a chilling flicker, "I know."

  He always knew.

  She is his.

  They will always be together.

  He knows, yes.

"Thank you baby..." Wei Ran put one hand on her side and kissed her in that strange and romantic posture, indescribably obsessed, like colorful bubbles in the sun. He didn't let the forensic doctor. Seeing the cold and sickness in his eyes, the faint blood color, almost overflowing black.

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

  The same goes for death.

  ...

   midnight,

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

  There is no light in the living room, and the balcony across the door is also dim, only the moonlight passing through the clouds, bright and extinguished.

  　Fan is about to end, it is about to be born in the new plane.

  (End of this chapter)