The actor is slapped in the face by the chef every day

The guy infected himself with the cold.

However, another voice deep in his heart chuckled in his ear:

Don't kid yourself, you just have a crush on this cook.

Among the hundreds of millions of people, the first thing that gets acquainted with that person is his stomach.

When the whip was added last night, I watched that man walk in, leading a group of policemen to subdue the two perverts. Under the dim light, the chef walked into the house and picked him up. His whole body seemed to be glowing. .

It's like the classic plot he once filmed in the movie: I climbed over the mountains, crossed the sea, captured the dragon, and became the most heroic warrior, just to protect you.

"I said, when are you going to hug my waist like this? It's time for me to put the soup in this pot." A slightly helpless sigh sounded above his head, and finally pulled Fu Jinghui back from his thoughts.

After blinking, he realized that he was holding Master Chef's waist in a daze like a koala, Fu Jinghui blushed, let go and was ready to go to the living room.

"You haven't tied my belt yet, so you just left?" Li Luo's voice sounded sadly behind him, and the depression inside almost dripped out.

囧囧 ran back with spirit, quickly fastened the apron belt for the chef, and Fu Jinghui ran into the hall in a hurry, leaving only the sentence "I'll go to the house first" echoing in the kitchen.

"What's the matter? The sequelae of the shock last night?" Shaking his head, the chef took the chopped beef balls and put them into the beef bone soup.

"Blush complexion, peach blossoms in eyes, most likely she's about to fall in love." Crawling out of the porcelain bowl she was hiding at the side, Ah San shook the vegetable leaf on top of her head.

in love?Who is this kid going to fall in love with?

Narrowing his eyes unkindly, the head chef felt a little depressed.

"Although Momo and I have always liked this guy, it's true, but it's unlikely that we vegetables will marry him. If he can change his identity to be me and Momo's stepmother, it's not unacceptable for us..." Slowly While talking, Ah San didn't forget to push the bowl containing the beef brisket in front of the chef.

Surprised by the word "stepmother", the frightened master chef almost threw the beef balls in his hand: "Hey, what are you talking about!"

The voice was a bit high, and someone in the next hall stretched his head in doubt: "I didn't say anything? Li Luo, did you call me?"

"It's okay, you heard me wrong, I'm just reading the recipe..." The confused guy was fooled away, the master chef came back and put the kway teow into the soup with chopsticks and cooked it, and stretched out his hand to press Ah San's onion head down. Channel:

"Who taught you those words, what is 'stepmother'? Don't talk nonsense about me and Fu Jinghui!"

Miss Onion turned around in a circle, pulled the faucet with a smirk: "Okay, don't deny it, when you were in Beijing before, the way you looked at Fu Jinghui every day almost turned him away I'm not going to laugh at you, at worst, Fu Jinghui will live with us in the future, and Momo and I will see handsome guys up close every day. If Guanguan knows that you have someone you like, he shouldn't have any objections."

"Knowing that you are smart, you hid in the room where Fu Jinghui was locked up, and then sneaked out to deliver a letter to lead the way for me. If it wasn't for your help, I would not have found that room so quickly without disturbing He Gang and Wang Suhua "He touched Ah San to show his praise, and seeing the other party's extremely proud face, the head chef changed the subject:

"However, the world of human beings is different from that of vegetables. You can be together immediately if you like someone. I also have to consider whether he will agree, whether his family and friends will accept me... What's more, as a star, With so much media staring at him every day, if he decides to be with me, it may be very hard for him."

Human society is really complicated... She was almost dizzy from being entangled, Ah San didn't quite understand these twists and turns, so she simply slipped to the rooftop and went to find Momo and them.

In fact, it doesn't have to be so hard...as long as Fu Jinghui is willing to accept him.Watching Ah San rolling away, Li Luo was thoughtful.

After blanching a piece of lettuce, and sprinkled with crispy garlic, he directly took the bowl and put it on the dining table. Looking at someone with big round eyes eagerly, the chef pushed the bowl to the opposite side:

“Beef Brisket Kway Teow in Teochew Clear Soup.”

Taking the spoon, Fu Jinghui took a sip of the soup to warm his stomach, the warm current went down the esophagus, and he sighed comfortably:

"It's better to have Chinese food. It's better to drink some soup in the morning than to look at the delicate French food when you don't have enough to eat."

Bite into the beef balls, the meat is chewy, the taste is delicate and free of impurities, the kway teow is smooth and elastic, and the lettuce is crisp and tender.

"Why, you haven't had enough to eat these days in Paris?" Seeing the other party's face that had lost a lot of weight, Li Luo felt a little distressed.

"Actually, it's not that I'm not full. It's just that I'm used to your cooking, and I always feel tasteless when I eat other things. Moreover, every night at nine o'clock, my constant stomach growls...ahem..." After talking, Fu Jing Huidu touched his nose in embarrassment.

He was really taken aback by Li Luo's cooking skills: Now that he can't eat his cooking when he goes out, he almost has no pursuit in his whole life!

Feeling refreshed, the head chef seemed concerned and persuaded, "Why didn't you invite other chefs?"

"How can it be so good, I can invite a cook who has passed the test and suits my taste, and will not casually tell the media about me, such a cook is hard to find." Frowning, Fu Jinghui had a bitter face :

"Li Luo, come back and continue to be my personal chef, okay? I'll ask Meng Tian to help you find a restaurant in Beijing. I'll help you find any location you like. Then your private restaurant will move from New York to Beijing. Come on, let's continue living together?"

Sighing seemingly troubled, the head chef looked embarrassed: "But, moving is very troublesome, and there are so many things..."

"No trouble, no trouble, I'll ask a special moving company to help you, so you don't have to worry about it!" Mr. Actor quickly said.

However, the master chef still hesitated: "I moved the place, and the old regular customers probably left in a while, my business..."

"Me, me, me! I queue up for your order every day. If there are no regular customers in the past few months, you will take my order first, and I will come and eat at your restaurant, just like in New York!" Jing Hui waved his hand and spoke very simply.

A bright light flashed across his eyes, and the man sitting across the dining table crossed his arms: "I remember you said before that I am a rigid and strict person, and it's fine if I don't order people when I cook. The most important thing is It's because you always look down on me, wishing that the two would not see each other as soon as the contract is over..."

"I'm talking nonsense after eating bad food!" Holding the hand of the chef, Fu Jinghui almost regretted that he had made a fool of himself before:

"Absolutely nothing! You are the most handsome chef, the best cook, and the best character that I, Fu Jinghui, have ever seen in my life. The first time I see you, I can't wait to follow you as a master chef for the rest of my life!"

The smile in his eyes could no longer be concealed, Li Luo's eyes seemed to be full of stars, shining brightly, squinting at the guy who was holding on to him:

"Oh? You will follow me for the rest of your life? Are you sure?"

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This chapter is warm, you read that right, a certain evil cook wants to get Mr. Actor to confess on his own initiative 2333333

With the actor's IQ, it will be difficult to gain the upper hand in the future.

The next chapter is going to clean up the scum, and those who are unlucky should suffer.

There is a strong smell of beef bone soup in the air.

Extremely fresh, it can make hungry travelers in the desert secrete rich saliva instantly, rekindling the desire for life.The illusion of a mirage in the sand sea is still no match for a wisp of fragrant wind.

The aroma of cinnamon is mixed with it, and occasionally there is a very light vegetable sweetness, which gets into the nose a little bit.

Fu Jinghui, who was sleeping soundly at first, smelled it, even though he and Duke Zhou were inseparable from the chess game, he also regained consciousness in a daze, and closed his eyes lightly.

It's hard to tell what night it is.

What can wake a person out of bed, sometimes, is not only a dream, but also food.

The quilt at hand was still warm, and he subconsciously shook the palm of his hand, but it was empty.

The hand that had been holding him all night was gone.

Startled, Fu Jinghui sobered up instantly.

Opening his eyes, the sun was bright and dazzling, making him squint involuntarily.

After adapting to the light in the house, a large string of shell wind chimes hang down along the cotton thread, swaying gently with the breeze blowing in from the window.

The whole house has a strong Mediterranean style: the rose-red sofa makes people want to lean on it for a roll, the palace-style ornate chandelier hangs in the air, and the lampshade standing on the small side is made into a bird's nest shape. The green plants beside the bed are verdant...

Most importantly, the feeling reflected in this room is called "home".

The friendly atmosphere of fireworks in the world.

Thinking of home, Fu Jinghui stretched his neck involuntarily, trying to find the person who brought him here.

The sound of ding ding dong dong came from outside the house, just like in the Qingyangli villa in Beijing a few months ago.

Getting out of bed and slipping on the slippers, stepping on the thick carpet, pushing open the wooden door of the bedroom, Fu Jinghui followed the sound all the way to the kitchen.

In the rising steam, the tall figure wearing an apron couldn't see his face clearly, and his brown hair was soaked in water vapor, giving him a sense of sight.

Everything was so warm, and the scene was so familiar that Fu Jinghui was suddenly so moved that he wanted to cry.

As if all the nightmares of these days had never happened, today was like every morning in March, in the warm water vapor and the smell of food, he watched the man put on his apron and make soup for his hands.

"Woke up so early? I'm going to let you sleep for a while, and I closed the door to avoid waking you up." Hearing the familiar footsteps, the head chef raised his head from a pile of ingredients and waved at Fu Jinghui. wave:

"It's just right, my apron strap is falling down a bit, and it's inconvenient for me to have oil in my hand, please help me tie it."

Hearing his name being called, Fu Jinghui was dazzled by everything in front of him, and walked over in a daze, ready to tie the belt for the other party.

As a result, after this past, Mr. Actor, who was slow to react, discovered a problem:

Master Chef faced him with open arms. In order to match the direction of the other party, if he wanted to tie an apron belt for the other party, he had to wrap his hands around the other party's waist—this effect was basically to hug the master directly. Master Chef.

If it was before coming to Paris, he would never have thought about it.However, after experiencing yesterday's scene, facing the close contact with Li Luo, he always felt that his heartbeat would speed up inexplicably, and his face would become hot.

Fu Jinghui almost wondered if Li Luo had infected himself with the cold.

However, another voice deep in his heart chuckled in his ear:

Don't kid yourself, you just have a crush on this cook.

Among the hundreds of millions of people, the first thing that gets acquainted with that person is his stomach.

When the whip was added last night, I watched that man walk in, leading a group of policemen to subdue the two perverts. Under the dim light, the chef walked into the house and picked him up. His whole body seemed to be glowing. .

It's like the classic plot he once filmed in the movie: I climbed over the mountains, crossed the sea, captured the dragon, and became the most heroic warrior, just to protect you.

"I said, when are you going to hug my waist like this? It's time for me to put the soup in this pot." A slightly helpless sigh sounded above his head, and finally pulled Fu Jinghui back from his thoughts.

After blinking, he realized that he was holding Master Chef's waist in a daze like a koala, Fu Jinghui blushed, let go and was ready to go to the living room.

"You haven't tied my belt yet, so you just left?" Li Luo's voice sounded sadly behind him, and the depression inside almost dripped out.

囧囧 ran back with spirit, quickly fastened the apron belt for the chef, and Fu Jinghui ran into the hall in a hurry, leaving only the sentence "I'll go to the house first" echoing in the kitchen.

"What's the matter? The sequelae of the shock last night?" Shaking his head, the chef took the chopped beef balls and put them into the beef bone soup.

"Blush complexion, peach blossoms in eyes, most likely she's about to fall in love." Crawling out of the porcelain bowl she was hiding at the side, Ah San shook the vegetable leaf on top of her head.

in love?Who is this kid going to fall in love with?

Narrowing his eyes unkindly, the head chef felt a little depressed.

"Although Momo and I have always liked this guy, it's true, but it's unlikely that we vegetables will marry him. If he can change his identity to be me and Momo's stepmother, it's not unacceptable for us..." Slowly While talking, Ah San didn't forget to push the bowl containing the beef brisket in front of the chef.

Surprised by the word "stepmother", the frightened master chef almost threw the beef balls in his hand: "Hey, what are you talking about!"

The voice was a bit high, and someone in the next hall stretched his head in doubt: "I didn't say anything? Li Luo, did you call me?"

"It's okay, you heard me wrong, I'm just reading the recipe..." The confused guy was fooled away, the master chef came back and put the kway teow into the soup with chopsticks and cooked it, and stretched out his hand to press Ah San's onion head down. Channel:

"Who taught you those words, what is 'stepmother'? Don't talk nonsense about me and Fu Jinghui!"

Miss Onion turned around in a circle, pulled the faucet with a smirk: "Okay, don't deny it, when you were in Beijing before, the way you looked at Fu Jinghui every day almost turned him away I'm not going to laugh at you, at worst, Fu Jinghui will live with us in the future, and Momo and I will see handsome guys up close every day. If Guanguan knows that you have someone you like, he shouldn't have any objections."

"Knowing that you are smart, you hid in the room where Fu Jinghui was locked up, and then sneaked out to deliver a letter to lead the way for me. If it wasn't for your help, I would not have found that room so quickly without disturbing He Gang and Wang Suhua "He touched Ah San to show his praise, and seeing the other party's extremely proud face, the head chef changed the subject:

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There is a strong smell of beef bone soup in the air.

Extremely fresh, it can make hungry travelers in the desert secrete rich saliva instantly, rekindling the desire for life.The illusion of a mirage in the sand sea is still no match for a wisp of fragrant wind.

The aroma of cinnamon is mixed with it, and occasionally there is a very light vegetable sweetness, which gets into the nose a little bit.

Fu Jinghui, who was sleeping soundly at first, smelled it, even though he and Duke Zhou were inseparable from the chess game, he also regained consciousness in a daze, and closed his eyes lightly.

It's hard to tell what night it is.

What can wake a person out of bed, sometimes, is not only a dream, but also food.

The quilt at hand was still warm, and he subconsciously shook the palm of his hand, but it was empty.

The hand that had been holding him all night was gone.

Startled, Fu Jinghui sobered up instantly.

Opening his eyes, the sun was bright and dazzling, making him squint involuntarily.

After adapting to the light in the house, a large string of shell wind chimes hang down along the cotton thread, swaying gently with the breeze blowing in from the window.

The whole house has a strong Mediterranean style: the rose-red sofa makes people want to lean on it for a roll, the palace-style ornate chandelier hangs in the air, and the lampshade standing on the small side is made into a bird's nest shape. The green plants beside the bed are verdant...

Most importantly, the feeling reflected in this room is called "home".

The friendly atmosphere of fireworks in the world.

Thinking of home, Fu Jinghui stretched his neck involuntarily, trying to find the person who brought him here.

The sound of ding ding dong dong came from outside the house, just like in the Qingyangli villa in Beijing a few months ago.

Getting out of bed and slipping on the slippers, stepping on the thick carpet, pushing open the wooden door of the bedroom, Fu Jinghui followed the sound all the way to the kitchen.

In the rising steam, the tall figure wearing an apron couldn't see his face clearly, and his brown hair was soaked in water vapor, giving him a sense of sight.

Everything was so warm, and the scene was so familiar that Fu Jinghui was suddenly so moved that he wanted to cry.

As if all the nightmares of these days had never happened, today was like every morning in March, in the warm water vapor and the smell of food, he watched the man put on his apron and make soup for his hands.

"Woke up so early? I'm going to let you sleep for a while, and I closed the door to avoid waking you up." Hearing the familiar footsteps, the head chef raised his head from a pile of ingredients and waved at Fu Jinghui. wave:

"It's just right, my apron strap is falling down a bit, and it's inconvenient for me to have oil in my hand, please help me tie it."

Hearing his name being called, Fu Jinghui was dazzled by everything in front of him, and walked over in a daze, ready to tie the belt for the other party.

As a result, after this past, Mr. Actor, who was slow to react, discovered a problem:

Master Chef faced him with open arms. In order to match the direction of the other party, if he wanted to tie an apron belt for the other party, he had to wrap his hands around the other party's waist—this effect was basically to hug the master directly. Master Chef.

If it was before coming to Paris, he would never have thought about it.However, after experiencing yesterday's scene, facing the close contact with Li Luo, he always felt that his heartbeat would speed up inexplicably, and his face would become hot.

Fu Jinghui almost wondered if Li Luo had infected himself with the cold.

However, another voice deep in his heart chuckled in his ear:

Don't kid yourself, you just have a crush on this cook.

Among the hundreds of millions of people, the first thing that gets acquainted with that person is his stomach.

Last night when I was wearing the whip, I watched that man walk in, lead a group of policemen to subdue the two perverts, and under the dim light, they walked into the house and picked him up.

☆, French Caramel Banana Pie

The author has something to say: "Do you think Ah Luo will tell us about the future stepmother?"

Sitting on the roof, Memo is pulling down a branch of honeysuckle and swinging.

"I'm sure I will. Why do you ask that?" Ah San at the other end was trying to pick up the dead branches on the ground and build a bridge between the two flower pots. Hearing this, he was very surprised.

Letting go of the soft branches in his arms, Momo jumped down from mid-air and rolled to Ah San's side, and said angrily, "You can't see it, can you? That Director Chen likes Fu Jinghui, what is this to Ah Luo Rival in love! If Ah Luo tells about Director Chen being injured because of Fu Jinghui, with the friendship between our future stepmother and the other party, he will definitely feel distressed every minute, so shouldn't his heart be turned to the other side?"

Looking at Memo's disapproving face, Ah San sighed, and suddenly began to miss this guy's previous appearance:

What a shrewd tomato at the beginning, if he knew that the heavy work would turn out like this, the other party would definitely choose the dog belt directly.

"Well, do you like that durian?" Asan signaled to see Mr. Durian in the bushes downstairs, who was looking towards them foolishly. Ah San's tone was very gentle.

The entanglement in his eyes flashed away, Little Tomato hesitated for a long time, and finally said:

"I also know that guy is very infatuated with me, and suffered a lot just to see me. This time, I also helped you and reported to A Luo at Fu Jinghui's position. I am very moved, but..."

Looking up at the sky, Meme's whole fruit base was wrinkled together: "I just don't feel that durian! Although we get along very well, I just can't feel the heartbeat."

"That's it." Ah San shook the onion leaves, turned her head and continued to carry the dead branches on the ground:

"If Fu Jinghui felt distressed after listening to the news A Luo told him about Director Chen, and couldn't help but prefer to go to the other party's side, it can only be said that Fu Jinghui really liked Director Chen. Trick, if you lose, you lose. But if Fu Jinghui just feels guilty and heartbroken because of Director Chen's injury, and has nothing else to think about, what do you have to worry about?"

The ten branches were bundled with dry grass and set up. Ah San stood on the "bridge" and jumped up and down. After confirming that it was very stable, she continued:

"Besides, who can say accurately about love affairs? If the two of them suddenly feel inappropriate again, how can he not be tempted by an excellent child like A Luo from our family standing in front of Fu Jinghui?"

It seems reasonable.

Memo was persuaded by Ah San.

Looking down, I saw the durian beckoning to me, and the little tomato felt melancholy again:

"Then what should I do here? Ah San, please help me figure out a way, how should I explain clearly to that durian..."

In the hall of the house, a certain "future stepmother" held Master Chef's hand, always feeling:

It seems that I was trapped by myself.

He was obviously discussing about getting Li Luo to come back and live with him, so why did he want to confess to this cook?

"Why, looking at your face, is it possible that you don't want to see me again in this life? Or, the big part you praised me before was all fake?" With a disappointed look on his face, he withdrew his hand:

"Forget it, I won't embarrass you anymore. I also know that someone like me who can't speak well and has a rigid temper, how can anyone like it? Let alone being seen by Fu Jinghui, the famous "Six Gold" actor In the eyes..."

Too bad, why is this ancestor unhappy again?

Seeing that Master Chef's expression was wrong, Fu Jinghui hurriedly tried to make it up:

"—Who said that? I just like you!"

After the words fell, Mr. Film King finally realized what he said:! ! !

It's a pity that the other party didn't give him a chance to repent. With one hand propped on the dining table, Li Luo bent down to look at Mr. Actor, and raised his eyebrows:

"Oh? Tell me, when did you start thinking about me?"

"I... I, I, I..." Confused by this series of changes, Fu Jinghui simply broke the jar and said something:

"I can't tell when I fell in love with you. Anyway, since you left Beijing, facing the empty house, I feel that the whole person is very boring, as if there is a piece missing in the whole person."

Closing his eyes, Fu Jinghui decided to go all out anyway:

"Just tell me, what do you think of me?"

idea?As early as more than a month ago, I had an idea. The problem is that you are weak, and you always have a way to make me angry.

However, this anger can't be taken in vain. With such a good opportunity right now, there should be revenge for injustice, especially for venting anger, so as to win back a city.

Rolling his eyes, Li Luo patted the other person's shoulder with a sad expression on his face:

"Are you asking me what I think of you? Speaking of which, you are the most untalented cook I have ever met. You are not good at knives, and you always hand over the salt and sugar bowls by mistake... just to make yourself Let’s practice making Huaha Steamed Eggs, and make Mengtian’s stomach churn... Tell me, why am I well-known for my culinary skills outside, and how can I teach apprentices like this?”

Mr. Film Emperor, who was anxiously waiting for a reply, turned gray and dejected when he heard the words.

"But what?" the topic changed, the master chef bent down, and looked at the bewildered guy:

"Although your cooking skills are a bit poor, it is enough to have one person in the family who can cook in the future. I don't ask too much, just you are responsible for washing the dishes."

"Ah... ah?" The other party's topic changed too quickly, Fu Jinghui thought for a while before he realized it, and was immediately delighted:

"You promised?!"

Nodding his head, Li Luo shrugged: "Although it's not expected, but since you have already spoken, I will grant your wish."

Saying that, he pushed the small dish on one side towards Fu Jinghui:

"Here, French Caramel Banana Pie. I made it early in the morning. Try it?"

Light brown, the cheese on the top layer is still steaming, and the sweet aroma of caramel and banana slices has not yet come close, and it floats over.

Surprised by the other party's words, Fu Jinghui didn't know what to say, picked up a piece of caramel banana pie and took a bite.

Crispy on the outside, soft and mellow on the inside.

Creamy and rich.

Sweet, just like Fu Jinghui's mood at this time.

Although it was a good thing to be happy that the confession was accepted by the other party, Fu Jinghui still felt that there seemed to be something wrong.

Without giving this kid a chance to understand, Li Luo directly took the windbreaker from the sofa:

"Oh, by the way, since I've finished breakfast, I'll take you to the doctor to change your medicine, and I'll let you see someone by the way."

Dressing?

Indeed, he had been injured before, and he had been medicated when he woke up, and now the vague pain is not obvious.Since Li Luo wanted to take him to change his dressing, it was normal.

It's just that if he meets someone, who is he going to meet in a foreign country?

The smile on his face paused for a moment, the master chef took Fu Jinghui's coat and handed it to him, and slowly spit out a name:

"Chen Yelin."

The man on the hospital bed is still awake.

The originally thin face was now even whiter, and a row of thick eyelashes cast a dark shadow in the eye socket.

For a long time, in Fu Jinghui's impression, this man liked to wear black clothes.When I saw him today, it was rare for the person lying on the hospital bed to change into a white hospital gown.

It's a pity that Fu Jinghui would rather that the other party continue to wear the same as the black crow, it's better than falling asleep with anesthesia/medication now.

"He has been keeping an eye on He Gang's movements, lest He Gang be harmful to you." Standing outside the ward, Li Luo took Fu Jinghui, who looked sad, and brought him into the sunshine of the corridor:

"It's his ability, somehow, he installed a tracker under He Gang's car. You disappeared that day, and he followed the trail all the way to He Gang's yard. If I'm not mistaken, he is If you are going to find you, call the police directly, give He Ganglai his personal stolen goods and get them, there is no escape."

"Hey," although he felt a little gloomy because of seeing Director Chen's current situation, Fu Jinghui couldn't help but interjected to correct after hearing what the chef said:

"What do you mean by 'stealing stolen goods'? Am I 'stolen goods'? I said that you have been abroad for a long time, and this idiom is used too casually."

Seeing that the other party was still in the mood to pay attention to his own words, Li Luo heaved a sigh of relief: "Okay, that's almost the meaning, I'm not sure about the words. But—"

"According to the news from the police, He Gang explained that because Chen Yelin didn't know your exact location, he searched from room to room, but before he found you on the second floor, He Gang Found."

Speaking of the situation at that time, the chef also had some sympathy for Director Chen:

"He Gang showed mercy to you, but locked you in the room and didn't let you move around at will. However, he didn't treat Chen Yelin, his subconscious 'rival in love', so well.

——In order to vent his personal anger, He Gang directly broke Chen Yelin's leg. "

Fu Jinghui couldn't help but gasped.

Holding Fu Jinghui's shoulders to comfort him, Li Luo couldn't help being a little startled when he talked about the scene when the police rescued Chen Yelin:

"The bone of his left leg was broken and his wrists were dislocated. When the police found him from the storage room, he was already in a coma. "Hundred days of injuries", although the danger of illness is not too high, but he was hungry for three days and three nights. , was injured again, and probably won’t be able to get out of the hospital bed in the short term.”

"He——Gang, Wang——Su——Hua!" Gritting his teeth and reading out these two names, Fu Jinghui clenched his fists: "These two bastards really deserve to die!"

"It's really damn good." The master chef agreed very much: "Would you like to come with me to see the current situation of these two bastards?"

As soon as his eyes lit up, Fu Jinghui nodded immediately.

"——Before you rush to see other people's misfortunes, can you two listen to me, a doctor, and change the medicine for this gentleman with a bad face?"

A male voice came from behind the two of them, and Fu Jinghui jumped down.

"I took care of your injury for you. Why are you looking at me with such a ghostly expression?" The doctor in a white coat with glasses impatiently waved at Li Luo:

"I haven't seen you for five years. You are surrounded by people. I thought you were going to be a bachelor for the rest of your life... Don't stare at me like that. I don't like that!"

Standing in the consultation room, the unreliable doctor took a tray of medicines, and said cheerfully to Fu Jinghui who was sitting on the hospital bed:

"Come on, take off your upper body clothes first."

Li Luo's eyes immediately shot towards him like a knife.

"Healing the sick and saving the sick, do you understand medical ethics? What is the purpose of your eyes? I won't change his medicine for this injury, why don't you come here?" The doctor was immediately annoyed after being stabbed in the eye.

This sentence hit Li Luo's heart: "Okay, I'll do it if I come. Tell me how to do it, and you can go out and do whatever you want."

When that man heard this, he almost choked and threw his glasses directly on Li Luo's face:

"What year is it, and you don't even show it to the doctor?"

The master chef grabbed the tray and pushed the doctor away from Fu Jinghui.

"Okay, okay, you have great strength. When Neil comes, I'll see if you dare to be so fierce to him then!" Aggrieved by Li Luo's silent stare, the doctor briefly explained the procedure for changing the medicine. Precautions, just flick the hem of the clothes, close the door and leave.

Curious about the relationship between the doctor and Li Luo, Fu Jinghui asked the chef to help him unbutton his clothes, and couldn't help but ask, "Is this doctor very close to you?"

"This kid, I followed my teacher through Paris and picked it up accidentally on the street. He has a monkey-like temper, so ignore him." Gently taking off Fu Jinghui's shirt, looking at the shocking welt marks on it, Li Distress flashed in his eyes, and he moved more gently with a cotton swab dipped in the lotion to apply it for him.

Being tickled by the cotton swab back and forth on the skin, Fu Jinghui couldn't help but want to hide, but Li Luo pulled his arm to fix it, so he had to find something to divert his attention: "Who is that Neil? Listen to that doctor, you are very Afraid of him?"

As soon as the cotton swab in his hand stopped, Fu Jinghui heard the other party gritted his molars this time: "Another brat I picked up in Berlin, who runs around all day and doesn't even return home."

Why do you listen to what the chef said, it seems that you like to pick up children and take them back to raise?

Before Fu Jinghui could ask again, Li Luo had already tied up his clothes: "The medicine has been changed, let's go see what happens to the bastard."

Because the trial has not yet started, He Gang and Wang Suhua were only detained in prison.

Seeing the two with bruised noses and swollen faces through the glass, Fu Jinghui was startled: "Did the police torture them?"

Looking at the guys who were muttering to each other and squatting on the ground holding their heads, it seemed that they even had some mental problems.

"How is it possible, this is illegal!" Looking at Mr. Best Actor angrily, Li Luo stretched out his finger and tapped the glass:

"I didn't see the road clearly when I got up at night, and I just fell a few times. Moreover, the two people couldn't understand the language. It seemed that they contradicted the police and tried to assault them, so they were detained separately."

It was true that they fell a few times while walking at night——Meme found a piece of broccoli, and sneaked into the detention center without sleeping in the middle of the night to pull a rope, which tripped the two of them to the ground and fell hard.

It’s no wonder other people attacked the police—throwing stones at the two of them in the dark, and then using some tricks when the police arrived, so that the two guys thought that the suspect who came to the police at the same time and wanted to attack them... the so-called Melee, the situation at the time was nothing more than that.

Offending the friends of the vegetables usually doesn't end well.

"Speaking of which, what exactly is it that Wang Suhua wants to get from you?" Seeing Fu Jinghui tilting his head to see He Gang's unlucky appearance, Li Luo finally had time to ask the question.

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Well, the tormenting villain probably has to continue in the next chapter. In this chapter, the title of actor will be settled first. Mr. Chef's skill in abducting his wife is getting better every day.

Thank you netizen: Ja Xiaokie helped catch bugs and smashed them. Now Jinjiang’s backstage pumping can’t be modified, but can be restored