Law Enforcer's Handbook

Chapter 127

"You are a typical example of wanting to save face and suffer."

After a while, Song Lan's voice came from the kitchen at home.

There was also a fruity and sweet smell that wafted out together. Lu Xiang closed his eyes and sniffed carefully.

That's right, this is the smell that food should have. She couldn't figure out why Gao Yuan showed such a confident expression during the dinner.

But rather than being angry, it would be better to say that he feels sorry for the other party.

If she was eating that level of food every day, she would rather use nutritional injections.

Lu Xiang sat at the table with peace of mind, she admitted that her taste buds had been spoiled by Song Lan.

"Drink water if it's salty. It's a good thing you can endure it until you come out of the building."

The more Lu Xiang heard it, the more she wanted to laugh, so she twisted her arm again to keep herself calm. I don't know if it was an illusion, but she wanted to laugh more and more recently.

She summed it up. The main reason is that Song Lan has a comedian's soul in his heart. Just like now, it's hard for you to imagine a person who drove the Foster family out of District [-] and made the coalition government fearful. The person who is wearing an apron is busy in the kitchen, and he is still chattering.

The more he nagged Lu Xiang, the more he wanted to laugh, and the fingers pinching his arm became harder and harder, and his skin turned red a little.

"Why don't you speak?"

Taking advantage of the gap after putting the cut fruit pieces into the pot, Song Lan turned his head and glanced at Lu Xiang, and then he saw Lu Xiang's puffy bun face, his cheeks were flushed, but his hands were like high school students They were stacked on the table, and when he turned his head, he deliberately straightened his body.

Why is Lu Xiang acting weird today?

"Are you OK?"

Song Lan leaned closer and looked down at Lu Xiang. Although the expression on Lu Xiang's face was weird, his eyes were shining, as if there were waves flowing.

Mainly it hurts.

Then, she felt Song Lan's palm pressed against her forehead. Because she touched the pots and pans just now, her palm was warm and mixed with the smell of apples, pears and oranges.

"Open your mouth, let me take a look."

"what--"

Lu Xiang opened his mouth obediently and stuck out his tongue.

Song Lan had a straight face, as serious as a doctor, but after more than ten seconds, he realized that his medical knowledge was almost zero, so he couldn't tell.

"Just wait, the fruit soup will be ready soon."

He could only change the subject. In the past, whether it was spicy or salty, a bowl of fruit soup could solve most of the problems.

Lu Xiang didn't speak, but nodded slightly.

The beef diced at Tesla Technology night was indeed horribly salty, but no matter how salty the beef diced, it would not last so long, until the meeting was over and the tongue was still numb when we returned home.

So, there is only one truth.

She is pretending.

"A Little Coup for Love Every Day" achieved great results for the first time, and the tactics of pretending to be pitiful were so effective that Song Lan took off his coat as soon as he got home, washed his hands and went straight to the kitchen.

Today, Lu Xiang also has a plan.

If you want to realize this plan, you must learn from the lessons of the past, and the most important thing is to be able to hold your breath.

About ten minutes later, a bowl of crystal clear fruit soup was served in front of her, and the sweet and sweet smell penetrated into her nose instantly.

However, now is not the time to talk.

She didn't hesitate to pretend to be uncomfortable against her conscience, and she waited for so long at the table, the purpose was not so simple to drink this bowl of fruit soup.

Lu Xiang didn't move the spoon, just looked at Song Lan across the table.

"Drink? Why don't you drink?"

When the fruit soup came out, Song Lan tasted it herself. It was sour and sweet.

As soon as Lu Xiang gritted his teeth, he tightened the force on the back of his hand a little more.

Almost at the same time, pain crept up her cheeks, driven by the pain, her pitiful expression was natural, without any affectation.

She reached out and handed the red back of her hand to Song Lan.

"pain."

At this moment, Song Lan was shocked, and his mind went blank for an instant.

Director Lu, who always led by example and was on the front line of fighting crime, braving the hail of bullets without even batting an eyebrow, actually yelled at him because of a red spot on the back of his hand.

"You feed me."

Now Song Lan is convinced that he does not have auditory hallucinations. Today's Lu Xiang is indeed extremely abnormal, and it can even be described as the software is quite unstable.

He bit the bullet and reached for the spoon in the porcelain bowl.

"Snapped--!"

He patted him with his right hand, which was still screaming in pain just now, and then pressed his hand on the table.

Just this night, Lu Xiang suddenly understood a truth.

Song Lan said, "If you want face, you will suffer." This sentence couldn't be more correct, especially on the road of love, people who want face will never reach the desired ending.

So she took a deep breath, and the text in "A Little Coup for Love Every Day" had already been deeply imprinted in her memory, "It seems a little hot, try it for me."

"Okay, just wait, I'll try it for you first."

Song Lan's nerves were extremely tense. Even when he was confronted with the crimes in the deepest part of District [-] as an "enthusiastic citizen", he had never been so nervous as he is now.

He picks up the spoon to scoop up the fruit pieces from the bowl like a chemist, as if what is in the spoon is not food, but a chemical reagent that is about to be precisely poured into the beaker. His movements are very slow, bit by bit He put the fruit soup into his mouth.

"Slightly hot, but still—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The next words were countered by a soft touch.

Lu Xiang is worthy of being the director of the Law Enforcement Department. His agility is so fast that it seems to stop and stop. Before he can make any reaction, something soft and slippery gets into his mouth.

The tactile sensation mixed with the sweet and sour fruit soup made Song Lan understand a truth thoroughly.

There was no trace of salty taste left on Lu Xiang's tongue. This entire night, his pale face, depressed mood after returning home, sitting at the dining table without saying a word, the back of his hand that was pinched red, and his pitiful The eyes... from the abnormality of the suspension car, they are all foreshadowing before the arrival of this moment.

Lu Xiang's strategy is far beyond his imagination.

"Delicious."

During the break, Lu Xiang spoke highly of Song Lan's craftsmanship as always, "But it's not enough, keep feeding, don't stop."

Counted!
However, Lu Xiang didn't seem to want to give him time to stop and think about countermeasures. For a while, Song Lan couldn't figure out who was feeding whom.

And in the process, he gradually got used to it, almost instinctively cooperating with Lu Xiang's actions.

Under the night, the bright moonlight and the warm-colored lights in the living room complement each other, and the heat rising from the porcelain bowl obscures the sight of the two.

At least, Song Lan figured out one thing.

Today's victory or defeat,

He was defeated quite completely.

　Thanks to Heiyu Baiyun for the 500 starting coins!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)