Provoked by a wealthy family, the emperor's confused wife

Chapter 29 The Breakfast She Gives Him
Can I still cook?Still cooking by yourself?This is somewhat like the red rain under the sky.As a reporter, how could Ye Weiwei miss this rare scene, and followed Fan Mubei downstairs.But I saw him take out sliced ​​meat, green vegetables, tomatoes and shiitake mushrooms from the freezer and enter the kitchen, where he tossed and tumbled.Twenty minutes later, bursts of food aroma overflowed, tickling her stomach with worms.

Ye Weiwei didn't stay idle, she brought out all the dishes and put them on the table.Fan Mubei came out wearing an apron. He was too far away from the cold-blooded captain on the training ground. Ye Weiwei couldn't help but hold his chin and straighten his eyes to look at him for a while.

This kind of Fan Mubei is equally handsome, and more humane.

"Eat." Fan Mubei handed over the bowl containing the rice, and Ye Weiwei woke up now, and hurriedly put vegetables and rice in his mouth.The taste is really good, like returning from fleeing famine, Ye Weiwei swept the food for a while, forgetting her identity as a woman.

There were vegetables in the bowl all the time, Ye Weiwei gobbled it up, and didn't wipe his mouth until the food was almost piled up on his throat, saying: "I'm full, I should go."

"Go?" Fan Mubei raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at his watch, "Are you sure you want to go now?"

"Of course." After eating and drinking, she finally remembered the reminder to her sister, wishing she could distance herself from him immediately.

She is not rigid about marriage and love, and she has a good impression of Fan Mubei, and she doesn't think the two of them should be in contact.However, if all her achievements were thought to be obtained through special relationships, she would not be willing to kill her.

"It's already eight o'clock." Fan Mubei told her seriously, his calm face darkened again.Never expressing emotions too much, Ye Weiwei could already feel his unhappiness.

Still, she persisted.

"It's okay, what's the big deal, if you go back late, you will be caught and punished?" She was quite open-minded.

Fan Mubei shook his head: "No, the road is not safe, and besides——"

Raising eyebrows, Ye Weiwei watched him draw out the ending sound, and listened very carefully.

"I'm not full yet."

There was not much food left on the table, but Fan Mubei only ate half a bowl of rice.Face slightly flushed, Ye Weiwei twisted her hands in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I ate all of it, is there any food left? I'll make it for you."

"I don't want to eat this tonight." He walked over and looked down at her with strange eyes, as if... want to eat her?

Scratching her neck, she tilted her face and carefully discussed with him: "Why don't you eat something else tonight, and I'll make you breakfast tomorrow morning?"

"Well, that's a good idea." She nodded her chin at the top of her hair, something warm was added to her condensed tone, and she was a little hoarse.Just as Ye Weiwei was about to ask him what to eat, he was already picked up in the air, and his magnetic voice was full of temptation: "Why don't we go take a bath..."

What does it mean to wash and then eat?She is!

Ye Weiwei was held in the bathtub and ate four times in a row!High-intensity training during the day and close-range hand-to-hand combat at night, even if she was just so happy that she had to beg for mercy: "Forget it, I'm enough."

The handsome face was raised from the side of the delicate neck, and the floodlight eyes looked at her who had been blurred solemnly, and the person on the body refused confidently: "A woman who is the captain of the secret team must be able to stand the drill."

practice?

Is there such a practice method?
The man is on top, the soldiers have to move from the bathroom to the bed, and practice until the cock crows three times.

Ye Weiwei felt wronged for a while: Boss, the women who are members of the secret group are also human beings, and they also need to rest!
After being exploited by capitalism all night, Ye Weiwei, a poor farmer who kept his word, did not forget his promise at night, and dragged his body that was almost shattered into the kitchen.

After a while of tossing, there was a strange smell coming from the kitchen.

Fan Mubei came downstairs fully dressed, frowning at the smoky kitchen.A greasy face soon appeared from inside, smiling extremely weakly: "Captain, wait a moment, breakfast will be here soon."

Fearfully, he brought out a plate of breakfast, which was a dark mass that could barely be seen as an egg, and the two half-cooked live legs on top of it somewhat looked like something, so wretched!
Pursing her lips, and putting the things in front of Fan Mubei, Ye Weiwei lacked confidence: "I'm sorry, my skills are a little bit lacking."

Is it just a little bit worse?The ham sausage wished he could commit suicide by smashing an egg: Who can return my innocence...

Sitting on the opposite side quickly, Ye Weiwei hurriedly picked up a piece of egg, and smiled obsequiously: "Although it doesn't look good, the taste should not be bad... Uh..." A strong fishy and salty smell quickly filled his mouth, Ye Weiwei He spat it out in one mouthful, and his face was already black as the bottom of a pot.

Why is this "should" so unreliable?

You can't blame her, though.Although my father left early, my mother never let her be half-distracted in terms of housework.Every time I go home, I eat ready-made, and I order takeaway when I am busy at work. She really has no cooking experience.

Twisting her face, she was deeply ashamed of having made such a useless breakfast, and when she buried her head in the gesture of admitting her mistake, she did not forget to whisper: "Why don't you... go out and eat... Hey... you can't eat it! "

It was too late to stop it, Fan Mubei had already put a piece of fried egg into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, and threw his chopsticks at the ham sausage.

It's so unpalatable...he ate it all?
Ye Weiwei found out that he didn't even frown, and put chopsticks into his mouth one by one.No way, could her eyes be blurry?By the time she finished rubbing her eyes, the plate was empty.

"It's so unpalatable, you..." Is your stomach made of iron?Or was there simply something wrong with his taste buds?Gu Gu swallowed her saliva and saw how elegantly she wiped the corners of her lips, Ye Weiwei still couldn't believe this fact.That thing was almost as salty as salt just now, but she didn't forget the three tablespoons of refined salt she put on it, he, is he really okay?

After wiping his mouth, Fan Mubei glanced at her, then nodded understandingly: "It's really unpalatable."

Oh, my lord, I know my mistake.With her head buried in her chest, she was really about to lose face.Thinking that he would receive a reprimand from Fan Mubei, he stood up as if nothing happened, and the corner of his lips curled up annoyed: "You are only allowed to bring one compressed biscuit during the field survival training, and it will last half a month. In order to maintain your strength and get out alive In the big forest, I have to eat ants, dig mice, and pick wild fruits..." So, hers is better than the compressed biscuits, ants and mice, at least about the same.Thinking of the mouse that was walking everywhere and everyone shouting and beating, Ye Wei slightly vomited sour water and wanted to vomit, and felt a little proud.

"Although this one is worse than those, it can still be imported."

Someone directly black line, can't it hurt people so much?
Sitting in the car, Fan Mubei pursed his lips and remained silent, as if he was in deep thought. Ye Weiwei looked at it for a while, and it took him a long time to dare to speak out: "Um...captain, can I discuss this with you? something?"

"Say." Turning his face around, he cast eagle-like sharp eyes on his face, which was so shabby.Ye Weiwei had a cold war for no reason, and the image of the little rabbit being chased by the red-eyed eagle flashed in his mind, that scene was miserable.After wandering around in my head for a while, I finally found my thoughts: "Can we keep a little distance in the future? Don't meet in private for at least these three months."

"Why?" Frowning, he finally had an expression.

"Because... that..." How should I put it?Ye Weiwei thought for a long time before closing her eyes and pouring out what was in her mind like she was not afraid of death: "Because I don't want to be looked down upon by others, and I don't want others to think that all the achievements I have achieved are all obtained with my body."

"Others?" Jun's face froze, and he spoke slowly, Ye Weiwei nodded his head in cooperation, with tears in his eyes filled with righteous indignation.

"Other people can say whatever they want, don't worry about it!"

Do you dare to love that her expression is completely white?Ye Weiwei couldn't believe it for a while, tears really rolled out: "Captain, people's words are awesome!"

"I never mix my personal life with my work, do you?"

Won't.Nodding like pounding garlic, she wanted to cry even more.Yesterday, it was obvious that someone avenged his personal revenge, otherwise why would she come to him to discuss it?

This way is blocked, she can only change the way: "Then you can call a security guard if you need anything from now on. After all, you are also the captain of the brigade, so you will lose your identity by coming in person." Eyes blinked, heart trembled, heart It's embarrassing to say otherwise.

Fan Mubei stared at her intently for a full minute, causing the drum in her heart to almost smash. She finally learned what it means to have insightful eyes.

When she couldn't restrain herself and almost knelt down to beg, a certain man finally nodded generously: "Yes."

Well, well, finally reached a consensus, the first step of the diplomatic strategy, success!Ye Weiwei stroked his chest to comfort his fragile little heart, and saw the heavily guarded gate of the training base in front of him.

"Stop!" With an urgent cry, Shen Hao slammed on the brakes in fright, her body bumped forward, and she covered her nose with a painful expression.But Fan Mubei didn't even shake his body, and looked at her calmly.Dead ghost, why didn't I see you so reserved on the bed.Ye Weiwei scolded in her heart, hurriedly opened the car door and jumped out, waved her hand weakly, and met Fan Mubei's eyes again: "Well, you go first."

Fan Mubei didn't insist, nodded and left, Ye Weiwei breathed out intermittently.The reason why she got out of the car here was because she didn't want to be seen by others. Although she said that her personal feelings and work would not be related, she definitely didn't have the courage to be proud of the world even if she was drowned in saliva and her eyes were pierced to death.

Thin-skinned girl with strong self-esteem, I can't afford to be hurt.

When Xiao Pao came to the training ground, the reporters had already stood in a row, whispering and denouncing: "We are just reporters. We are here for interviews. We don't really want to join the secret team. Is it necessary to make it so formal?"

"I said yes, if you keep doing it like this, you will lose a layer of skin if you don't die."

"I heard that it will be more stringent. Haven't you seen it? In the past, Chaqin just talked about it at night, but last night, he really did it. He checked it three times."

Hearing these words, Ye Weiwei didn't have much thought.She wished she could take this opportunity to get exercise. Her father said that the training of international war correspondents was completely in accordance with the training requirements of the secret group, and there would be no sloppy.

(End of this chapter)