Buns, don't stop

"You have to know that hiding this information is not good for you!" The man said in a deep voice, the reflection of the square lens makes it hard to see what kind of brilliance and cruelty are hidden in the eyes.

"Sir, private detectives also have professional ethics. Not everyone can get the information they want." The man sitting behind the desk confronted each other without giving in.

It is true to say that private detectives have professional ethics, but private detectives open their doors to do business, isn't it all for money?The man smiled inwardly, reached out his hand to take out a check from the inner pocket of his suit, put it on the table and pushed it in front of the man.

Looking at the astonishing figures above, the man behind the desk swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Mu Sen once told him that it is not impossible to sell information about this person, but if someone sells, he must tell him the information of the buyer.He has friendship with Mu Sen and knows what kind of person Mu Sen is. It is no problem to give him the information of this person according to Mu Sen's request, but the person in front of him...

He has been working as a private detective for almost ten years, and he has never seen any kind of person. He looks beautiful and gentle on the surface, but he is not sure what he is like in his heart.And that person named Cao Qingyu is a decent general, no matter how high the price is, he can't give it to the person in front of him.

"Sorry, sir, it seems that you didn't understand what I said. I'm closed today. Please go. I won't see you off." Mr. Detective saw off the guest with a slight smile.

The person on the opposite side smiled more harmlessly than him, and nodded, as if the chat with old friends had ended naturally, and slightly bowed and pushed the check in front of Mr. Detective, "You don't need to answer me now, think about it, I'll wait for your call .” As he spoke, he wrote his phone number on a piece of paper and put it next to the check.

Is oil and salt not allowed?How can there be such a person in today's society?

After the man left, Mr. Detective called Mu Sen.

"Lao Li, I know more about him than you do, so you can give him the information! No, it can't be fake, it must be true, I can't make things difficult for you."

"Okay, Simu, thank you in advance. If there is a chance, we two brothers will have a drink together in the future."

"Well, definitely." Mu Sen said and hung up the phone, looking at the gradually brightening scenery outside the window,

His eyes narrowed slightly, light will eventually defeat darkness.

Mu Sen put the phone in the study, turned around and went to the kitchen, it was almost time for his stuffed winter melon to cook.This dish was originally a seasonal dish in summer, but when Cao Qingyu was flipping through the gourmet book yesterday, he suddenly pointed to it and said he wanted to eat it, so Mu Sen went to the second vegetable market to buy vegetables. The bird flu of the month also gradually subsided.Otherwise, Musen really dare not buy the many chicken ingredients in this dish.

Hang up the skin of wax gourd, remove the stalks and wash.Cao Qingyu suddenly said that he wanted to carve a pattern on the winter melon. Mu Sen found a carving knife and wanted to carve a Chaoyang logo on it. It wasn't particularly difficult, but Cao Qingyu didn't need his intervention at all, he took a carving knife and carved pictures on the winter melon.

"Qingyu, what do you want to carve?" Mu Sen looked over, there was an ellipse half at the bottom, an ellipse at the top, and two vertical lines in the middle, which looked like a container.

"This is a cage!" Cao Qingyu looked like a child who got his favorite toy, his mouth was pursed to reveal dimples, and both eyes seemed to be shining.

Well, the wax gourd is indeed to be steamed in the pot, and it is just right to carve a cage.

"Qingyu, who's in the middle?"

"This is a fish!" Cao Qingyu didn't stop his hands while talking, although Mu Sen couldn't recognize what it was with each knife, but he carved it seriously.

"Qingyu, if you want to eat fish, just cook it." Mu Sen said helplessly, with an indescribable pampering in his voice.

"No, I'll see if it smells like fish, um, please call me Magic Pen Ma Liang!" Cao Qingyu slashed again, and then...

"Wood, I missed it..." Cao Qingyu raised the half-carved papaya brother in front of Mu Sen with a bitter face. He obviously didn't use much effort just now, so why did he miss it? Are papayas so difficult to carve these days?

"It's okay, I bought two." If Mu Sen could have an expression, he would be laughing dumbfounded now, but the muscles on Mu Sen's face were still frozen together despite not listening to him at all.Mu Sen could only rub Cao Qingyu's hair, pulled up Cao Qingyu who was sitting on a small bench in the kitchen carving winter melon, took the winter melon in his hand and put it on the cooking table.

"Sit here!" Pulled out the chair for Cao Qingyu to sit down, and turned on the light in the dining room. "Let me tell you first, if this wax gourd is broken again, I won't be able to eat it!" Mu Sen held the peeled winter melon in his hand, and after receiving Cao Qingyu's assurance, he sent the winter melon to Cao Qingyu.

Sitting on the side watching Cao Qingyu cut the knife seriously and carefully, the sweat on both sides of the nose due to tension, the thin body sideways, and the slightly protruding lower abdomen, Mu Sen felt unprecedentedly satisfied.

"Qingyu?"

"Huh?" Cao Qingyu concentrated on it without raising his head.

"Qingyu?" Mu Sen called out again.

"Huh?" Cao Qingyu was unmoved and responded vaguely.

"Qingyu?"

"What? What?! What?!" Cao Qingyu suddenly raised his head, waving the knife in his hand with a displeased face.

"Be careful." Mu Sen stretched out his hand and grabbed Cao Qingyu's hand, for fear that he might injure him with the knife.

"What on earth are you going to do?" Cao Qingyu expressed his anger. It's annoying to disturb the designer's design, okay?

"fine."

"Don't disturb me!" Cao Qingyu solemnly warned, and withdrew his hand, not noticing Mu Sen's hand flinched for a moment.

It wasn't until Cao Qingyu No. 12 heard his stomach growl that he pushed the carved winter melon in front of Musen like a treasure.Smiling flatteringly as if asking for credit, he waited for Mu Sen to praise him.

"Designer, please explain your work!" Mu Sen leaned on the back of the chair, as if the directors were examining the works of each designer during the board meeting.

Cao Qingyu didn't speak for a long time. Seeing that Mu Sen didn't look at Donggua but just looked at him, he pushed Donggua in Mu Sen's direction again, "Don't you know how to look at yourself?"

Turning his head, just let Mu Sen see the red ears and neck.

"Okay, let me guess, this tall man is... grandpa? The shorter one next to this one is... grandma? And the smaller one in the middle is you, right?"

"No, no! How on earth did you become the president! You are the taller one, me the shorter one, and the baby in the middle!" Cao Qingyu pointed to the unclear painting on the wax gourd, and understood Mu Sen's ability. Expressing contempt, he met Mu Sen's gaze after speaking, and saw Mu Sen's look that he knew a long time ago.

"You did it on purpose?" Cao Qingyu asked Mu Sen.

"Well, I did it on purpose!" The questioner admitted generously.

"You...you...you..." The interrogator didn't know what to say at all, just now he thought that Mu Sen would make him look good if he didn't admit it, and in a moment, he even thought about various punishments, kneeling on the keyboard, kneeling on the remote control Appliances, kneeling washboard or something.Or just tickle it, anyway, Mu Sen is most afraid of this.

"Qingyu, you have to help cook in a while!"

Regarding Mu Sen's sudden change of topic, Cao Qingyu naturally changed his mind, and then asked: "Why?" It's not that he has never tried cooking, but every time he made a mess, Mu Sen said that he would never cook again .

Mu Sen stretched out his right hand, a wound on his index finger was bleeding continuously.

"Ah! How did you do it? A knife? I just hurt you?!" Cao Qingyu hurriedly grabbed Mu Sen's hand, sucked the wound in one gulp, stretched out his tongue to clean up all the blood on it, and only then could he see clearly that the wound was full It was three centimeters long, and immediately yelled at Mu Sen angrily: "Fuck! Why didn't you say it earlier? You don't even know how to say it hurts?"

Hurriedly went to the bedroom to get the medicine box, first took iodine to clean Mu Sen's wound, then carefully took out the wound medicine and sprinkled it on the wound, and took out the bandage and wrapped it carefully, and then he was relieved.

"Qingyu?"

Cao Qingyu turned his face away and remained silent. He actually knew why Mu Sen called him by his name. He also knew that someone had been following the two of them. Mu Sen thought there was only one group of people, but Cao Qingyu knew that it was two different groups. I know, it's my grandfather's person.The identity of the other group is unknown, but they should have no good intentions.

During this time, Mu Sen spends more and more time on the phone in the study, and most of the time, things are resolved by phone or video conference. As long as Cao Qingyu is not at work, Mu Sen will definitely not go to work.Cao Qingyu knew that Mu Sen was worried, and was happy that Mu Sen could stay at home with him, so he would not let Mu Sen go to the company for things that Mu Sen could solve by phone and video.

When he was carving the second winter melon just now, he was actually a little embarrassed because of the picture of the carving, so he didn't notice that Mu Sen was hurt.

"Qingyu?"

"You will call me by my name, won't you say something else? You don't know if you are hurt, you don't have any expression, don't you know it hurts?" Cao Qingyu pointed at Mu Senda like a dynamite bag that was ignited Ho, yelling, his eyes turned red, and he didn't care about Mu Sen's reaction after speaking, he picked up the winter melon on the table and went into the kitchen, closed the door and locked it, preventing Mu Sen from entering.

After a while, he opened the door with a bang, walked to Mu Sen angrily, and said awkwardly, "Come in and teach me!"

"First cut off a small piece of wax gourd and use it as a cover." Mu Sen said, and Cao Qingyu followed suit.

"Dig out the flesh inside."

"Put it in boiling water for 10 minutes and drain."

"Okay, I'll do the rest!" Mu Sen said and leaned forward.

"Stand at the back, don't go to the front!" Cao Qingyu pointed at Mu Sen with a spatula, but he didn't dare to make too much movement for fear of hurting Mu Sen.

"It's going to be put into the pot next time, my wound doesn't hurt anymore, it's fine!"

"Back! Facing! Stand! Stand!" Cao Qingyu warned again, "I can also do it in the pot! Tie the apron on for me."

Seeing Cao Qingyu's appearance, Mu Sen had no choice but to give up, took one side of the apron and put it on Cao Qingyu, and tied a slipknot on the back.

"Just tell me how to do it! Just move your mouth and don't move your hands! Stand back! Stand at attention!" Cao Qingyu was wearing an apron like a dragon robe, commanding Mu Sen from above.