The Forensic Wife of the Cold Chaebol

She is the number one underground urban forensic doctor with a strong personality and independence from the world. With only a pair of cold and lonely eyes, he and the corpse have been together for several years. In the underground life, beneath the sneer face, there are one case after another. In her world, there are only living blood and dead blood. The nails were stained with bright red blood, but the evil could never be cut off. A gloomy childhood, death, a vengeful smile on the corner of the mouth. After laughing, she lost everything that should have belonged to her in her life and moved into a strange man's home. And the desire of a man was exposed instinctively. When she saw the dense things under the bed of the man who took her in, the chill in her eyes gradually became stronger. After leaving the man's home, she wandered from one ugliness to another group of ugliness. In her eyes, she could only see the dark clouds against the sun, and the unkindness behind the corners of people's mouths. The negativity gathered into her heart, making her unable to be pierced by ice. The sunflower is her only weakness. "Come in, grandpa will love you." The old man's short words were a sharp thorn that she would never forget. She still remembered that it was her own hands that led the innocent-smiling sunflower who had cut off her fingernails, and walked into the dark abyss set by her. , If meeting Sunflower is fate, then the man you meet again may be an indispensable destiny in your life. He is the first heir to a leading company. He can do anything about women and the workplace, but he falls in love with only one person. When they first met, he accompanied someone to a prostitute, and when they met again, he asked her to be his prostitute! She can only be his woman! It's a pity that the flowers are half-opened. It's impossible to tell whether they are withering, shrinking, or growing. In Yuhua's vocabulary, anything related to hope seems harsh. The hazy, smelly underground factories, the rotten city where the singers are sleepless, the evil that no amount of pools of water can drain away. . . The snake house that I dreamed about repeatedly, the other side of the city, rolled and tumbled until the end, and no more layers of skin, bones, and flesh could be seen. Sunflower is a sunflower. What about her... What is she? -------------The woman with a cold body had dull eyes, and the man holding her had distress and regret in his eyes. After going full circle, the person who warms you is not her after all. Fool, you are a sunflower. Without the sun, sunflowers will never bloom. Highlights: 1 "Why are you here!" In a dilapidated abandoned temple, a girl in a white skirt huddled alone in the corner. A drop of blood on the skirt was covered by the green badge worn on it. "I have nowhere to go." "Follow me!" The girl standing in front of her had shabby clothes and a weak body, but her eyes were shining with dazzling light. Bai Haoze stood up slowly and held Sunflower's hand for the first time. Just two young faces, a ruined temple with nothing, and one resounding sentence, linked their fates together maturely and steadily. 2 In the hotel, in the luxurious presidential suite, a man lifted his nightgown and moved with an air of coldness and arrogance that was eye-catching. "Don't get up yet." He looked at the woman in the bathtub with contempt, his eyes slowly becoming bloodshot with desire. In the white jade-colored bathtub, the grown-up and mature woman was unparalleled in beauty. The only thing that remained unchanged was her cold eyes that regarded the world as nothing. She stood up slowly, "Why, can't you bear it now?" The man was bloodshot, but his reason was suppressed and he showed an indifferent attitude, "If you can bear it, then I am sorry for you." "But, I don't want to do it here." The woman said boldly to him, without any fear in her eyes. The man paused, and his eyes began to show an incredible reversal, "Do you want to do it on your operating table that is full of blood?" 3． "Only the heads of these corpses need to be processed, no neck bones are allowed to be left." In the underground laboratory where the white candles were stained with blood, the old man with slightly white hair had a stern voice. "What happens after this is dealt with?"�