Enforcer's Handbook

"You are a typical person who wants to save face and suffers."

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

Also wafting out was the sweet smell of fruit. Lu Xiang closed his eyes and smelled it carefully.

Yes, this is what food should smell like. She couldn't understand why Gao Yuan showed such a confident expression during the dinner.

But rather than saying he was angry, it was better to say he felt pity for the other party.

If she was eating that level of food every day, she'd rather be on nutritional shots.

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

"Just 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 listened, the more she wanted to laugh, so she twisted her arm again to keep herself calm. I wonder 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 soul like a comedian deep down in his heart. Just like now, it is difficult for you to imagine a person who drove the Foster family out of District 17 and made the coalition government fearful. The man was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron and kept chattering.

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

"Why don't you speak?"

Taking advantage of the opportunity after putting the cut fruit pieces into the pot, Song Lan looked back at Lu Xiang, and then he saw Lu Xiang's bulging face, her cheeks flushed, and her hands like those of a high school student. They were folded and placed on the table. When he turned back, he deliberately straightened his body.

Why is Lu Xiang acting a little weird today?

"Are you OK?"

Song Lan came closer and looked down at Lu Xiang. Although the expression on Lu Xiang's face was strange, his eyes were sparkling, and there seemed to be water waves flowing.

Mainly it hurts.

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

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

"ah--"

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

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

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

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

Lu Xiang didn't speak, just nodded gently.

The beef nuggets served at Tesla Technology in the evening were indeed outrageously salty, but no matter how salty the beef nuggets were, they wouldn’t last so long, and they would still numb your tongue when you got home after the meeting.

Therefore, there is only one truth.

She was pretending.

"A Love Tip Every Day" achieved great results for the first time. The tactic of pretending to be pitiful was so effective that Song Lan took off her coat as soon as she got home, washed her 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 past lessons, and the most important thing is to be able to stay calm.

About ten minutes later, a bowl of crystal clear fruit soup was brought to her, and the sweetness penetrated her nose instantly.

But now is not the time to speak.

She did not hesitate to pretend to be uncomfortable without her conscience, and she waited in front of the table for such a long time. The purpose was not just to drink this bowl of fruit soup.

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

"Drink? Why don't you drink?"

When the fruit soup was brought out, Song Lan tasted it personally. It was sour and sweet, and tasted great. It was perfect to relieve the residual salty taste on the tip of the tongue.

Lu Xiang gritted his teeth and twisted the back of his hands a little harder.

Almost at the same time, discomfort crawled onto her cheeks. Driven by the pain, her pitiful expression was natural and without any pretense.

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

"pain."

At this moment, Song Lan was shocked, and her mind went blank.

Director Lu, who always leads by example and is on the front line of fighting crime, braving the hail of bullets without blinking an eye, actually shouted at him that it hurt because of a red spot on the back of his hand.

"Feed me."

Now Song Lan was convinced that she had no auditory hallucinations. Lu Xiang was indeed extremely abnormal today. The software could even be described as quite unstable.

He gritted his teeth and reached for the spoon in the porcelain bowl.

"Snapped--!"

She slapped him with her right hand, which was still complaining of pain just now, and then pressed his hand on the table.

Just this night, Lu Xiang suddenly understood something.

Song Lan said, "You have to suffer the consequences to save face." This sentence couldn't be more correct. Especially on the road of love, people who insist on saving face will never achieve the desired ending.

So she took a deep breath, and the words in "A Love Tip Every Day" were deeply imprinted in her memory. "It seems a little hot. Please try it for me."

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

Song Lan's nerves were highly tense. Even when he was a "enthusiastic citizen" fighting against the deepest evil in District 17, he had never been as nervous as he was now.

He picked up the spoon and scooped up the fruit pieces from the bowl like a chemist, as if what was in the spoon was not food, but chemical reagents that were about to be poured into the beaker accurately. His movements were very slow, bit by bit. Put the fruit soup into your mouth.

"It's a little hot, but still-"

The sound stopped suddenly.

The next words were countered by a soft touch.

Lu Xiang was worthy of being the head of the law enforcement department. His agility was as fast as starting and stopping. Before he could react, something soft and slippery entered his mouth.

This touch, mixed with the sweet and sour fruit soup, also made Song Lan completely understand a truth.

There was no trace of salty taste left on Lu Xiang's tongue. Throughout the whole night, his pale face, his low mood after returning home, sitting at the dining table without saying a word, the back of his hands that were pinched red, and his pitiful... The eyes... Starting from the abnormality of the hover car, it is all for the preparation before this moment arrives.

Lu Xiang's strategy was 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."

Fell into a trap!

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

In the process, he gradually adapted and cooperated with Lu Xiang's actions almost instinctively.

Under the night, the bright moonlight complemented the warm-colored lights in the living room, and the heat rising from the porcelain bowl obscured their sight.

At least Song Lan figured out one thing.

Today's victory or defeat,

He was utterly defeated.

Thanks to Black Jade Baiyun for the 500 starting coins!