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Yan Ran's heart was like a galloping horse.

Because the person in front of her was none other than Fan Yuan, whom Jian Heng wanted to tear into pieces.

The culprit of everything.

The system was also confused: [He is not dead yet? 】

Not to mention the system, even Yan Ran was shocked.

Not only was the person not dead, but he was also found at the doorstep.

Yan Ran suddenly had a bad premonition and looked at him calmly.

The man was well-maintained, with a gentle aura exuding from his body. He was wearing long sleeves made of soft fabric. He had one hand in his trouser pocket and an umbrella in the other.

With his hand in his trouser pocket, Yan Ran observed it keenly for a while and got an answer.

There must be a murder weapon hidden in his trouser pocket.

The system also recognized the seriousness: [If you die again before completing the task in this world, you will not be able to escape this world and will fall into an endless loop. 】

Yan Ran fell into silence. She clearly understood that maybe a slight expression or word of hers could cause a bloody disaster.

There is no mercy or soft-heartedness in the person in front of me.

The innocent and beautiful person looked at him blankly and nodded gently. Her eyes were unguarded, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and she had not noticed any danger yet.

Fan Yuan's smile became gentler and gentler, and he didn't draft any lies at all, "I am Jian Heng's uncle, and I have something to do with him. I don't know if he is still at home."

Yan Ran said: He is not at home, he has gone out.

Fan Yuan knew from her behavior that the person in front of him was not only deaf, but also mute.

Fragile like a porcelain doll, it breaks when touched.

It was raining heavily outside, and a few drops drifted in, falling wetly on his face. Fan Yuan's shoulder was also a little wet.

It looked very clean, as if someone living in an ivory tower showed him a beautiful smile.

How about you come in and wait?It's raining too much outside.

In this way, the ignorant lamb leads the wolf into the house.

Fan Yuan has always been polite and courteous, and his every move is full of indescribable composure and quality, with a faint smile on his face.

Yan Ran poured him a cup of steaming ginger soup.

Fan Yuan reminisced like an ordinary parent: "What's your relationship with Jian Heng? I've never seen you before."

Yan Ran didn't know how to respond to this question. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingers turned white as she wrung her fingers. Her slightly long hair stuck softly to her face. She was so beautiful that no distinction was made between male and female, and it transcended gender.

Fan Yuan seemed to notice her nervousness, smiled softly, and changed the subject in a considerate way, "How old are you this year? You look so young."

Yan Ran made a simple sign language: 22.

Fan Yuan took a sip of ginger soup, and the temperature of his whole body was warming up: "I can't tell at all. I thought you were just eighteen this year."

Yan Ran showed a shy smile, and she showed all her emotions on her face. For an old man like Fan Yuan, Yan Ran was almost naked in front of him.

She seems to like to laugh, or laugh subconsciously. Her skin is pale and sickly, like delicate and fragile expensive porcelain, which seems to break with just a little force.

There is a strange sense of destruction when the imperfection of words falls on such a beautiful person.

Fan Yuan bit the tip of his tongue and held back his heart, which had been silent for many years and was beating fast.

The knife was pressed against his leg through the cloth, reminding him of the purpose of coming today.

The fact that Jian Heng was released from prison was well concealed, and Fan Yuan was almost completely unaware of it. He didn't realize it until he stepped into Jian Hengbu's trap, but it was already too late.Fan Yuan has already enjoyed everything from power and money, and his ambition has long been fed. Falling from heaven to hell is just a matter of a thought. It is impossible to say that there is no gap.

He had a lot of blood on his hands and was willing to add two more.

Today, either Jian Heng died or he died.

And the clean person in front of him was completely an omitted variable.

Fan Yuan knew very well that Yan Ran would not survive today. It was a pity that he finally met someone who was so interested in him.

There is probably nothing more regrettable than meeting the right person at the wrong time.

At 22 years old, life has just begun. The future is full of expectations and beauty, but we have to stay today forever.

But it didn't matter. The smile on Fan Yuan's face deepened, and it was obviously very gentle, but it gave people a creepy feeling.

He will accompany Yan Ran.

Such perverted thoughts naturally appeared in his mind.

Fan Yuan himself was surprised. He was almost 40 years old, but for the first time he felt the feeling of love.

His eyebrows were loving and excited, and his voice trembled: "You're only 22, so young."

The rain outside was a bit loud, and there was a hissing noise on the window, which blocked Yan Ran's hearing. She subconsciously pressed the hearing aid, but Yan Ran expressed confusion that she didn't hear clearly.

Fan Yuan smiled and said: "It's okay, I just feel like fate is playing tricks on me."

The knife in his pocket felt a little painful on his thigh. Fan Mo finished the bowl of ginger soup. Logically speaking, he should take action immediately, but for some reason he was greedy and didn't want to break the harmonious environment.

Fan Yuan thought that he was very restrained, but in fact he was not.

His eyes were terrifying, looking at Yan Ran as if he wanted to swallow it in one gulp.

Yan Ran seemed fine on the surface, but secretly clenched his hands.

boom--

Deafening thunder ripped through the air, and lightning left an eerie streak of light.

The rain seems to be getting heavier.

Time passed slowly, and Fan Yuan chatted with Yan Ran in an extremely gentle manner, just like an ordinary parent.

Under the soft light in the room, Yan Ran's snow-white and flawless face seemed to be coated with a layer of sacred light.

The red mole on the tip of the nose is bright, and the long eyelashes are like butterfly wings. It is as delicate and beautiful as the porcelain glaze carefully fired by the craftsman. It is only suitable for people to hold it in the palm of their hands and play with it slowly.

Fan Yuan's Adam's apple slid up and down, his eyes were dark, and the thick ink rolling inside almost swallowed Jiang Yu. He struggled to suppress his trembling voice and said, "What's your name?"

Yan Ran paused, feeling the man's hot gaze that almost melted her, and silently picked up paper and pen and wrote down her name.

Yan, Ran.

"Yan Ran..." Fan Yuan read out unknowingly, holding it on the tip of his tongue for a long time before spitting it out silently, as if it was filled with ambiguous heat.

Yan Ran's eyelashes fluttered fiercely and her fingers curled up.

If Fan Yuan hadn't been blinded by the beauty in front of him at this moment, he would have definitely seen Yan Ran's body being unnaturally tight.

But he didn't.

It's a bit repetitive, I'll refresh it later.