Forensic without kites

Chapter 273 Hidden mystery (25)

Wu Yuan was overwhelmed by his furious waking up, and said in a daze: "You...why are you angry?"

She, the person who should be angry the most, is not that angry.

"I'm not angry!" Gu Jingnian shouted.

Low-quality sleep can easily make people inexplicably angry after waking up, and Wuyuan herself is a family of getting up angry.It's just that I have the urge to get up, but I don't think there's anything wrong with it. At this time, seeing such a reserved and cold man like Gu Jingnian also has the urge to get up, it feels very novel.He was also slightly intimidated by his angry appearance.

"You have..."

Because in countless mornings, when she was disturbed for no reason, she would have such an angry expression.

Gu Jingnian went into the bathroom with a dark face.

Soon, the sound of swishing water came from the bathroom.

She seemed to be able to imagine those deep eyes and tight thin lips, as well as the man's slightly moving, burly but still strong back.The crystal water drops slid down the tense muscles and fell into the dark forest in the lower abdomen...

It was hot and hot on the cheeks.

It was even hotter than dissecting a male corpse in his prime when he first entered the profession.

Wu Yuan hurriedly turned around and ran to the kitchen.

It's a dilemma for a while.

She found that the only breakfast she knew how to make—tomato noodle soup, there were no tomatoes in the refrigerator!
After a long time of tinkering, she managed to soak two cups of oat milk and boil four eggs.She thinks she is very proud, and there is no problem eating by herself.However, there is still a strong man in the family, how can he eat such a little food.

Sure enough, the well-dressed Gu Jingnian sat down at the dining table, looked down, and his handsome and aggressive face immediately sank.

No wonder, she is always so thin, so she has been eating these things all the time!It's strange to gain weight like this!
"Wait!"

He stood up and went into the kitchen.

Wuyuan quietly followed behind him.

The morning light was sparse, and it hit him in a pitch-black straight suit, which couldn't fit well.

She saw his jade-like fingers take out a pile of ingredients from the refrigerator and turn on the stove.In the reddish firelight, the side face seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, handsome and charming.

His hands were so beautiful that he could not tell that they were people who had been on the battlefield.

With a heartbeat, she leaned against the door and asked, "I heard that you have been on the battlefield before?"

"Yeah." He stirred the shovel without looking up.

"Is it dangerous?"

"Fortunately."

"I heard you weren't going to fight?"

"Well, it's to pull people back from the pile of dead people." The man said lightly.

She choked on him and didn't speak anymore.

In just a few minutes, he made an extremely rich breakfast, and his hands and feet were very crisp.

I don't know why, for a moment, she thought of him holding the scalpel to dissect the corpse, and the movements between his fingers were so decisive.

He put a few slices of egg pancakes on her plate, poured a thick layer of blueberry sauce on top, poured her another cup of hot milk, and said, "Eat."

She stared blankly at the food in front of her, holding a spoon in her right hand, not knowing what to say.

"It's too much, I can't eat it."

He took a sip of milk, put the cup on the table, licked his thin lips, picked up the knife and fork next to him, without looking up: "84, 54, 80, still not thin? I can hold it with one hand." After the sound fell, he cut open a piece of egg pancake, dipped it in blueberry sauce, and put it in his mouth with a fork.She moved her thin lips lightly, without making any sound, but she ate not slowly.

She stared dumbfounded at his series of flowing and extremely elegant movements, and couldn't believe that he just said her measurements like this.

It's nothing like this.

His face turned white and red.

(End of this chapter)