superstar chef

I will give an explanation to everyone who was victimized!Now... I would like to trouble a few of you to go to the police station to assist the task force in conducting a detailed investigation of the case. "

Originally, Little Cheese, Zhan Yu, and Mo Yan would be invited to the police station for coffee, but before Zhan Yi used some connections, the police detectives only asked Little Cheese Zhan Yu and Mo Yan about the details of the shooting. In this situation, after that, I can only invite two mature men with strong words to go back to the police station for coffee.

After the police car drove out of the villa, Lilia hurriedly cleaned up the chaotic living room. The red-haired Lancer was smoking a cigarette, wearing army green camouflage pants, a gray short-sleeved T-shirt, and a pair of black field military boots. Carrying a black MP5 submachine gun on his back, with a ruffian smile on his lips, he walked in.

With big black eyes open, Little Cheese looked up and down at Lancer, who was strong and healthy, and said with a small smile, "Handsome!"

Lancer patted the gun on his back and said, "The gun is also handsome!"

Little Cheese smiled and nodded in agreement.

Mo Yan also sized him up, and Lan Se, who was full of gangster spirit, stretched out his right hand and said, "Hello, Mo Yan."

"Lancer, you can call me the red-haired Lancer, or the crazy Lancer." Lancer's voice was deep and deep, very masculine.

Zhan Yu curled his lips, rolled his eyes and said, "I can also call you Red Hair...or Goshawk, huh~"

"Hmmmm~" Lancer smiled generously.

"What are you guys doing? You let those people attack here? Uh-huh~ The mercenary boss Goshawk and Red-haired Lancer who once surprised the Middle East?" Zhan Yu mocked disdainfully: "Now don't tell me, Your glorious historical events that your subordinates sang about are all fictional?!"

Hearing this, Mo Yan was stunned and petrified on the spot... The boss of the mercenary... The Middle East... Goshawk... He thought he was definitely hallucinating, or he was shooting an international blockbuster.

Lancer grinned and didn't answer.

Superstar's Little Chef Volume 056: Little Cheese [-] The Unknown Enemy

There were so many things that happened today that Mo Yan didn't expect, so he spent 5 minutes to settle the thoughts in his mind, and asked the little cheese softly: "Little guy, is your little Baifeng a smart girl?" Is it a bird?"

Little Cheese blinked innocently, and whispered, "It's Baifeng, not a little bird."

The expression on Mo Yan's face was stunned, "Very special little Baifeng."

Zhan Yu leaned lazily on the sofa and said, "Of course, the little guy is not only a little chef, but also a little superman."

Little Cheese nodded obediently, "Little Cheese...Little Superman!" Nodding her nose, she turned to look at Lancer who was squatting in front of the window looking at the broken glass.

"Red-haired Lancer, what are you looking at?" Little Cheese asked him loudly, "The glass will cut your fingers..."

Lancer held the broken glass, looked at it carefully for a while, threw away the broken glass and said, "The modified MP submachine gun... looks like something the mafia would use."

Zhan Yu and Little Cheese looked at each other, blinking blankly, not understanding what Lancer meant by the modified submachine gun.

Mo Yan also fell silent and stopped talking. At this moment... he felt that he had been away from Hong Kong for seven years, but he really couldn't keep up with the pace of life of these people.

Mo Yan thought about it calmly for a while, got up and said goodbye to several people, now...he needs a quiet and relaxing environment to thoroughly sort out the messy thoughts in his mind.

Little Cheese held Mo Yan's cheek and kissed lightly, "Good luck, Little Cake."

"Thank you." Mo Yan smiled at the little guy moved.

Little Cheese seems to be like a little fairy who can see people through in an instant. He can fully grasp and understand all the psychological activities of other people, and he can heal and move others with warm and ordinary words when he doesn't expect it. Both Mo Yan and Zhan Yu have a deep understanding.

After Mo Yan left, Zhan Yu yelled at Lanser to ask him to lead some mercenaries to help Lilia clean the room, while he and Little Cheese hugged each other and sat on the sofa to keep warm.

When Wen Renliang and Zhan Yi returned from the police station, Lancer was leading the group of tall, stern-faced mercenaries to clean the house with various tools.

When Zhan Yi and Wen Renliang walked to the door, Qi Qi was surprised, looked at each other with a tacit understanding and smiled, and easily stepped into the living room.

Little Cheese threw himself into Wen Renliang's arms, and Wen Renliang sat down on the sofa again, while Zhan Yu rolled his eyes at his uncle impatiently, and sat down in the corner of the sofa in frustration.

"Are you okay?" Wen Renliang pinched Little Cheese's cheek, looked at Zhan Yu who was nestled on the sofa and asked.

Zhan Yu nodded, "It's not too bad."

Zhan Yi said calmly: "The attack methods of these people are completely different from those who chased and killed Winter Guazi, and they may not be sent by the United States."

Wen Renliang responded, and asked Lilia who was cleaning, "Dear housekeeper, have you seen the faces of those people clearly?"

Lilia regained her senses and said calmly, "I'm sorry, sir..." She lowered her brown eyelids and shook her head.

Little Cheese looked at Lilia, who looked a little uneasy, hugged Wen Renliang's arms, and snuggled into his arms, without saying a word.

Zhan Yi said again: "People from the Horston family dare not shoot Zhan Yu so blatantly..." He analyzed sharply and rationally: "And...they don't dare to send people to Hong Kong in a helicopter to attack the owner so presumptuously." Zhan Yu, who acquired 30.00% of the shares of Horston Enterprises, carried out the shooting... The current Horston family cannot invite the strength of the powerful mafia."

Wen Renliang's face changed slightly, and Lancer leaned against the door with the gun on his shoulder and said, "The bullets of the modified MP submachine gun are specially strengthened steel core bullets... This kind of weapon, except for mercenaries, can only be used by mercenaries. Terrorists and some powerful mafias use it."

Wen Renliang raised his head to look at Lancer, and asked Lilia again with a cold expression: "Lilia, who is it that came to attack?"

Lilia was shocked, her brows paled in panic, she thought about it, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry sir...it's from the Massa family...you know, the old gentleman taught me a lesson in Sicily recently. Some of the Massa's ignorant kids... so..."

Wen Renliang raised his hand, interrupted her, smiled faintly and bent his eyebrows, "It seems that now...you and my two families seem to be related by the same disease."

Zhan Yi also smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's really a bad time!" As for Wen Renliang's real identity, Zhan Yi also knew a little bit, but now...it doesn't matter what his identity is, what matters is the two of them. Babe, because of a series of incidents, they all suffered life-threatening blocking gun battles, so...their goal now is the same, that is to do their best to protect the beloved baby from harm, there is no doubt about it.

Superstar's Little Chef Volume 057: Little Cheese [-] Two Little Ancestors

Lilia, Lancer, and others cleaned up the house that was messed up by the gunfire the next morning.

Zhan Yi helped Zhan Yu to ask for leave from school, Little Cheese and Zhan Yu were confined at home by their parents, surrounded by Lancer's group of bandits and mercenaries who once ruled the Middle East.

Zhan Yu and Little Cheese stayed at home for two days. They were so bored that they were about to get moldy. Zhan Yu wanted to go out to play, but he was forced back by Lancer's big submachine gun against his forehead. Little Cheese curiously grabbed Lancer's The gun barrel took out the drawing board, holding the heavy submachine gun barrel to write and draw on the drawing board, after playing with it for a long time, he couldn't draw anything with the gun barrel, Little Cheese blinked at Lancer in disappointment, "I can't draw painted guns."

The red-haired Lancer dropped the cigarette from his mouth to the ground, blinked his sharp amber eyeballs and said, "Is there a gun that can draw?" object.

Zhan Yu hopped around the house for a long time, took Little Cheese to the garage, and drove out the Harley motorcycle hidden in the garage by Wenren Liangxue.

From the front of the shirt, I took off two sunglasses hanging on the clothes, put them on the bridge of my nose, and hung a pair on the white and straight nose of Little Cheese, pushed out the motorcycle and patted the back seat, indicating to Little Cheese Sit down, "go out?" Little Cheese put his arms around his waist and sat firmly, then whispered: "It will be dangerous."

Zhan Yu looked around the villa, shook his head and said, "Let's go for a drive at home." Turn on the motorcycle, fully accelerate, release the handbrake clutch, and the Harley motorcycle flew out like a No. [-] typhoon hitting the earth.

Immediately, the people in the villa turned upside down, the bodyguards and nanny Qiqi's heartbeat accelerated, and his blood pressure rose... Lancer raised his eyebrows when he heard the sound of the motorcycle, and raised his hand from the computer keyboard to gesture to his subordinates, signaling them to calm down, and then continued to talk to them. The behavior of the two little guys tossing about the villa fell on deaf ears.

Zhan Yu is wild and unruly. The wildness of the motorcycle is like an ancient beast that has been imprisoned for a long time. The roar of the engine is deafening. As a last resort, Little Cheese can only hug Zhan Yu's waist tightly and put his head on his back. Soon..." He yelled at Zhan Yu.

Zhan Yu curled his lips, and replied loudly with a smile: "Excite me, little guy..."

Little Cheese glanced sideways at the sights that kept passing by before him, and said in a small voice, "Hmm...exciting."

After flying around the house for no less than a hundred laps, Zhan Yu's impetuous mood improved a little. He drove the roaring motorcycle into the garage, and together with Little Cheese, with his messy hair standing up by the wind, walked away. back to the door.

Lan Se was grinning like a fool looking at the computer screen and laughing, Zhan Yu snorted: "Hang up!"