Someone has a crush on Forensic Gu

Occasionally, Mo Lin would intentionally throw a stone or two into Gu Yuan's pond. After the stone fell into the pond, it would cause ripples, but after a while, the pond would return to calm.

But it seems that what fell into the pond today was not pebbles, but heavy rain, and circles of ripples stirred up in Gu Yuan's heart, which could not be eliminated for a long time.

Gu Yuan sat on the seat with a red face, holding an order tablet in his hand. The dishes on it looked good, but he had no intention of ordering, so he simply threw the tablet to Mo Lin: "You come."

The corners of Mo Lin's mouth slightly raised, his slender knuckles took over the tablet, and seemingly unintentionally rubbed it between Gu Yuan's fingers...

Although it was just a light rub, a gust of wind blew up in the opponent's heart!

The ripples in Gu Yuan's heart that hadn't stopped were instantly disturbed by Mo Lin...

Mo Lin finished ordering quickly, and then rang the call bell on the table. The waitress came over and took the tablet: "Check the menu with you, one serving of Dongpo pork, one serving of West Lake vinegar fish..."

The waiter is checking the menu, but the two people sitting in the seats are not in the mood to listen to what she has to say...

After the waiter reported the name of the dish, he found that the two of them were quiet, so he left silently.

At this time, there were only two people left in the private room.

Gu Yuan's heart was in a mess, especially since Mo Lin was still sitting so close.

Why hasn't Wen Zihan come back?

He looked up at the half-hidden door of the private room, but he still didn't see Wen Zihan's shadow.

Mo Lin didn't speak, and looked at Gu Yuan quietly. Although Gu Yuan didn't speak, he had already seen through the other party's inner activities at a glance.

Sometimes, it is also a kind of pleasure to know that each other likes each other, but deliberately maintain a subtle sense of distance.

When the sense of anticipation accumulates to a certain level, it will bring double happiness. Mo Lin calls this feeling advanced enjoyment.

He is very patient, on the one hand he is enjoying this process, on the other hand, he is giving Gu Yuan enough time to adapt.

Of course, Gu Yuan didn't know what high-end enjoyment was. He only knew that his dopamine was out of control, and his throat felt a little dry. He picked up the teacup and poured himself a glass of water.

But still very thirsty.

"Can you sit across from me?"

Gu Yuan was a little anxious and wanted to drive the other party away.

Mo Lin still smiled: "Isn't it good to sit next to you?"

"You are disturbing me."

"I don't seem to be doing anything."

Gu Yuan: "Your breathing disturbs me."

Mo Lin held his chin with one hand: "Is there a way to solve this problem, I have to breathe."

Gu Yuan: "If you become a dead person, you don't need to breathe."

Molin: ...

"I think there is another way," Mo Lin said, "It's safe and effective."

"Let's hear it." Gu Yuan really wanted to know how to solve this headache.

"You can try to accept my interruption," Mo Lin blinked, and looked at Gu Yuan seriously: "When you get used to it, you won't feel it's a burden..."

Gu Yuan's body subconsciously moved back a little, and then his brows slowly wrinkled.

At the same time, a voice in his heart was screaming frantically:

[Let's try it with him, aren't you also looking forward to it? 】

【He is different from others, he makes you feel at ease, try it with him! 】

【Your body has chosen him, don't lie to yourself anymore! 】

[He looks very attractive, promise him! 】

Gu Yuan closed his eyes abruptly, and when he opened them again, the voice in his heart finally disappeared. He clenched his cheeks tightly, trying to retain the last bit of reason, and there was a feeling of forbearance in his voice: "I think It's too dangerous."

Mo Lin recalled that Gu Yuan didn't understand what he said a few times ago, so he changed his mind: "When people are happy, the secretion of dopamine will increase, and when they are negative, the secretion of dopamine will be suppressed.

You have been suppressed for too long, and you need someone to regulate your endocrine... In fact, you can take me as a good medicine for your emotions...

When the doctor prescribes the right medicine, he will also ask the patient to actively cooperate with the treatment, otherwise the treatment will have no effect, right? "

Gu Yuan thought for a second, then nodded.

"Then are you willing to cooperate with the treatment?"

Gu Yuan was stunned for a moment.

Mo Lin's logic hit his heart!

This "good medicine" seems to have to be Molin.

"Are you willing?" Mo Lin looked at him expectantly.

Gu Yuan's hands were tightly squeezed together, and at that moment, the dopamine in his body seemed to rise to a new high point.

"It's just treatment!" Gu Yuan said, "It's just treatment, so you can do it too?"

After hearing this sentence, Mo Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief, the corners of his eyes turned red, "Of course... you can do whatever you want!"

After he finished speaking, just as he was about to reach out to touch Gu Yuan's head, the person standing beside him suddenly coughed: "Is it not time for me to come back?"

Because the door of the private room was not closed just now, there was no sound when Wen Zihan entered.

Wen Zihan's smile was a little awkward: "How about I go out and smoke a cigarette?" Out of sight, out of mind.

Mo Lin tapped Gu Yuan's hand lightly on Gu Yuan's head seemingly unintentionally, and then quickly withdrew it. The reddish corners of his eyes slowly receded. He looked at Gu Yuan's blushing cheeks, although the joy in his heart was not what he imagined. many.

But, that's enough.

"The dishes should be ready soon. I don't know what you like to eat. Do you want to add two more dishes?" Mo Lin's eyes were shining, and he was in a good mood.

Wen Zihan said in his heart: This buddy is not quite right, why does it feel weird?

He sat across from the two with a puzzled expression on his face: "Then let's buy the most expensive one!"

If you don't blackmail now, when will you wait?

Mo Lin rang the bell on the table, and when the waiter came, he smiled and said, "Serve each of the three most expensive dishes in your restaurant."

Waiter: "...Yes, please wait a moment!"

Wen Zihan wondered in his heart: Did he miss something important?

During the whole meal, Wen Zihan wanted to bury his head in the bowl.

Because Mo Lin picked out the most essential parts of each dish to Gu Yuan with serving chopsticks as soon as he came up, Gu Yuan didn't even need to lift his head, there were endless delicacies on the plate.

That's not how bullying works!

The more Wen Zihan thought about it, the angrier he became. How could he treat himself like air when he showed such an open and honest show of affection?

If it wasn't for the good taste of this store, Wen Zihan would have wiped his mouth and left a long time ago!

Mo Lin didn't have much time to eat, his mind was on Gu Yuan.

Gu Yuan didn't have the patience to pick out the fishbone, so he removed the fishbone and put it on his plate. The soup was a little hot, so he put it in advance and kept it cold. When it was delivered to Gu Yuan, the temperature was just right, because Gu Yuan watched it more. With one glance at Dongpo's meat, he immediately caught him in front of him.

Gu Yuan: "I can pinch myself."

Mo Lin looked at him dotingly: "I know."

Wen Zihan: "Is this a large-scale dog abuse scene? Do you want to consider the mood of single dogs? If this continues like this, what will I eat? I'm full of dog food!"

Mo Lin: "Wouldn't it be nice to add a dish for you?"

"Add a dish?" Wen Zihan suddenly felt an urge to go straight to the sky: "Add a dish of egg drop soup!"

Gu Yuan suddenly raised his head, the corner of his mouth still glistening: "Egg drop soup?"

"Haven't you ever eaten?" Wen Zihan smiled bluntly: "Tell Mo Lin to go back and eat for you!"

Mo Lin suddenly put down his serving chopsticks, coughed lightly twice, and restrained himself a lot in an instant.

Mo Lin understood, but Gu Yuan didn't. He only heard Gu Yuan ask in an extremely cold voice, "Is it good?"

Mo Lin almost choked on his own saliva, and pressed his right hand to his lips, "Don't listen to his nonsense."

Wen Zihan giggled a few times: "If we deal with you, we will be able to fight poison with fire!"

Gu Yuan frowned, but the two people around him didn't seem to want to tell him that the food in front of him looked delicious, so he quickly forgot about the egg drop soup.

When we were about to leave after eating, the waiter brought over a comment book, hoping that the guests could rate the dining experience.

Wen Zihan took it, thought for a while with a pen, and scored 7 points.

If it weren't for being fed a wave of dog food by these two guys, he thinks he can at least give this restaurant an 8. Because of the not-so-good dining experience, he can barely score a 7 now.

In the suggestion column, he wrote a line of words that no one could understand.

Mo Lin glanced at it, and felt that the doctor's words were really hard to understand.

During the checkout, the waiter came over to ask Wen Zihan what he had written, and Wen Zihan frowned: "Don't you understand? The seats in your store are too close to each other, so they should be separated a little so that they won't be fed Dog food..."

The waiter glanced blankly at the three men in front of him, and after realizing it, he could only cover his mouth and laugh secretly: "I'm sorry to trouble you..."

When the three of them walked to the car, Wen Zihan suddenly stopped: "You two go back first, I asked a few buddies out for a drink, and I might not go back at night."

Gu Yuan is used to Wen Zihan often not at home: "Call if you have anything to do."

He took two steps forward, suddenly thought of something, took out a pen from his pocket, and walked in front of Wen Zihan.

Gu Yuan: "Stretch out your arms."

Wen Zihan knew what he was going to do, and was a little embarrassed: "Actually, there's no need to do this...I've never been drunk..."

Gu Yuan picked up the sleeve of his right hand and quickly left his phone number on his arm: "Just in case."

"Those who don't know think I have Alzheimer's!" Although Wen Zihan complained, he was actually happy in his heart: "I can recite your phone number!"

"Is it okay to lose consciousness?"

After Gu Yuan finished writing, Wen Zihan put down his sleeves and blushed a little: "I see, don't worry."

Mo Lin was sitting in the driver's seat, watching the two of them quietly, his fingers holding the steering wheel turned slightly white.

He clearly knew that Gu Yuan didn't have that kind of affection for Wen Zihan, but his heart still tightened uncontrollably.

The author has something to say: Mo Lin: He said it was just treating...