Interstellar Food God [System]

After Modi fled back to the private room, he kept thinking about whether the incident just now would have any serious consequences. His thinking speed was too fast and his brain was too big. It was like conceiving the plot of a thrilling movie. When I got up, I thought about it until I just silenced it.

He used to be a national first-class chef in his previous life, and often served as the chef of state banquets. Although he could talk to leaders of many countries, what he said was all on the table. It can be said that it is basically nonsense. After all, the real core thing is not Should have told him.

He had never been exposed to anything he wasn't supposed to know, so it was hard to imagine what the consequences would be.After calming down, he felt that it would be impossible to silence him, but he was quite unlucky.

During the banquet, Li Heyan didn't know whether he could see that his complexion was not good, or because he, as an old man, wanted to go back to rest earlier, so he sat for less than an hour before leaving the venue with Modi and his son.

Originally, Modi and Mr. Li walked side by side. When they came out of the hotel gate, when they went down the stairs, Li Heyan saw an acquaintance and came forward to chat. Modi also wanted to follow, but his head was still a little dizzy. Slightly vain, he twisted his foot and stepped on the air, almost falling off the steps.

Suddenly, a strong hand hugged his waist tightly, and with a sharp retraction, Modi only felt the strong abdominal muscles on his side, and was completely embraced by the people behind him, covering his whole body. In the aura with a strong sense of presence, there was a bang in the brain, and cold sweat flowed down the back.

The light from behind was projected on the steps below, and Modi's shadow was tightly stuck to a taller figure in an intimate posture, like lovers embracing each other.

A deep voice came from above his head: "Are you all right?"

It was a rare bass, as mellow and intoxicating as red wine, as if every syllable rubbed against one's mind, it was still steady and deep after violent movements, and it sounded very familiar.The rumbling vibration came from the abdominal muscle attached to Modi's waist, which was extremely numb, and at the same time, there was also the warm breath sticking to the tip of his hair and blowing over the ear.

Modi shivered, pushed back imperceptibly, opened the distance between the two, looked at the man, and said with a smile: "It's okay, thank you..."

However, when he saw who the other party was, he was startled: "You..."

In the deep night and the brilliant lights, the man is in a place where light and darkness meet, half of his face is hidden in the darkness, and he looks extraordinarily cold and deep. His ice blue eyes are hidden in the shadow of his eye sockets, mysterious and unpredictable, like an ocean in the dark night .The man's hand was empty, but he hadn't put it down yet, as if he wasn't used to someone breaking free from his arms.

Modi looked at him in shock: "Lu, Luis...General."

It was indeed General Louis. The tall and heroic man looked at him in silence for a while, then moved his gaze to his injured leg: "Is your leg injured?"

"No, it's nothing." Modi quickly lowered his eyes, and after a while, he added in a low voice, "The old wound left before leaving the army."

He really turned his heart around, hoping that the other party would see that he had served in the Union Army and was a little handicapped, and don't care about the previous things. Anyway, he couldn't talk about it everywhere.

However, from Luis' point of view, Modi's face was pale and respectful, and his whole body was covered tightly by a straight suit, like a beautiful young man carved out of ice. His shirt was unbuttoned one more time, and he was afraid that the air-conditioning would blow out and melt. When it falls off, it looks both hard and fragile.

"Did I hurt you?" Louis probably checked other places on his body, and finally stopped on the wrist he held, "Hold..."

He wanted to say sorry, but another little figure on his wrist caught his attention.

Modi was a grown man of ice, and the little boy was a little man of ice.Mo Fei's big black and white eyes didn't blink, and he looked at Louis in shock. He was just over one meter old, clutching his father's cuff, his whole body seemed to be dazzled by great happiness or great fear suddenly, his expression They are all blank, making people wonder whether they have seen a ghost or seen God.

Louis eye-to-eye with him for a while, finally squatted down, as tall as Mo Fei, evoked a shallow smile, and stretched out his hand: "Hello."

The smile was polite and distant, without much emotion, but it was enough to surprise Modi. He looked down at the forehead of General Louis in horror, not knowing how to react.

This ruthless general... would even kneel down and shake hands with children? !

With such a high education and such a good self-cultivation, he doesn't seem like someone who often beats and kills...

Little Mo Fei stared at the general who was right in front of him, his eyes were sore, tears of happiness were about to flow, and he even forgot to shake hands.Modi quickly reminded him that the child was like a Parkinson's patient, he stretched out his hand tremblingly and slowly, holding General Louis' big hand with his trembling little hand, tears welling up in his eyes.

"General, general...Hello, I am very, very honored to shake hands with you." Mo Fei suddenly said, his eyes followed Louis standing up, he kept staring blankly, and then looked at his own face in shock. Right hand, it seems that I plan to never wash it in my life.

Not far away, there were a few noble ladies who were going down the stairs. Seeing this scene, they screamed in a low voice and took out a miniature optical computer to take pictures. The bodyguards immediately stepped forward to block them, and the ladies did not look at it. Pushing the security guard, he exclaimed one after another, and the pink bubbles around him almost appeared, floating over to surround General Louis.

Louis looked over again, and Modi immediately lowered his head: "I'm sorry, General, my son admires you very much, and I'm a little too excited."

He glanced at Mo Fei, Mo Fei's pointed chin finally closed, but he still stared at General Louis intently, a little timidly, but also full of expectation, very excited.

Modi paused, then said respectfully and cautiously: "My son said you are his... male god."

After speaking, he waited for the general's response, but he didn't get it for a long time. He raised his eyes carefully, but he didn't know which sentence pleased the general. Louis smiled lightly again, and looked at Mo Fei: "Thank you."

Mo Fei clutched his chest violently, and took half a step back, as if hit by that smile, he was about to have a heart attack.

Modi was also a little dazed.

Although Louis's smile wasn't too deep, it was just right, unlike some people who smiled on the surface and couldn't reach the temperature of their eyes. His smile was shallow but gentle, with a feeling of sincerity.

Modi thought to himself, this general is really well educated.Then he met the other party's eyes as deep as the sea, and quickly lowered his eyes to look aside.Then I thought to myself: a little too handsome.

As a man, he didn't dare to look directly at him. Being looked at was like being knocked on the heart.

Beautiful attack power.

General Louis said in a deep voice, "I'm waiting for you here..."

"elder brother--!"

A crisp and elegant male voice came from the front, it was the person who talked with Li Heyan just now.This person has glossy blond hair, a pair of green hanging eyes, shrewd and playful, dressed in a coquettish silver suit, tall and tall, with a romantic, sentimental, and cheap temperament.

General Lewis made an apologetic gesture to Mody and turned away. "Can't wait, Jerry?"

Jerry walked up gracefully, put his hands in his pockets casually, tilted his head casually, and greeted Modi: "Hello, Mr. Mo."

He smiled and said: "I just heard about your glorious deeds from Master Li. It is a great pleasure to meet you. Please allow me to pay my respects." Then he turned his wrist twice and tied a flower beautifully, like a handsome and elegant Like a knight, he bowed to Modi, with a charming smile and a cheap look.

"I dare not take it." Modi also saluted him back, then looked at Li Heyan who was walking behind, and asked in his eyes: Who is this?

"My cousin," Louis looked over with deep eyes, and asked in a deep voice for a while, "Your surname is Mo?"