CM Criminal Minds: Candy Queen's Chef Knight

?The "Poetry of the Sword" in "The Words and Deeds of Mohammad": When violence comes to your door, you must use violence to control violence.

"Angel, your strategy is not working very well!" the woman asked. "Swaying, black lilies."

"It's just a formal greeting, and to gain his trust along the way," Angel held a brush in her hand, and was wearing a black lily Hanfu, full of flair. "I didn't put my trust in the hands of a bad guy."

"Be more careful next time," she stood beside Angel, watching her write the poem, "Don't do it yourself."

"He hasn't received professional training, he just put a bag of medicine," Angel disagreed, "It's impossible for him to find me."

"But..." the woman said with a soft voice like water, "I will worry about you."

"Well, I'll be careful." Angel said softly.

"You mean, these more than ten cases are all familiar to you?" Morgan asked in disbelief.

"Arsonists, serial murderers, even terrorist attacks, and serial home break-ins, are you familiar with them?"

Adolf rubbed the aching forehead: "Because every criminal has a distinctive feature, when they were arrested, their resistance was too small."

This is just one reason, the most important thing is the strong sense of familiarity in his heart.It was as if he personally directed others to make this case and then forgot about it later.

"Isn't it like Brand, who obviously works in a bar, didn't take advantage of the crowd to escape?" Morgan rubbed his chin and asked thoughtfully.

"We'll talk about this later. I'm off work." Adolf looked at the vibrating phone, picked up his suit, and disappeared in an instant.

"Although I was the one who asked you what you were thinking first?" Morgan said dully and heavily, "But you are too careless about such an important matter."

And Adolf, who hurried home, pushed open the door, but didn't see Garcia, who had been waiting for him on the sofa in the past.

He had a bad premonition, but he smelled a faint fragrance before his face changed.

Garcia was cooking the steak gently, her bulky body made her look inflexible.

But the eyes made her look very serious.

"Garcia," Adolfo put the suit on the rack and hung up the bag, "are you cooking?"

He slowly approached the kitchen, and Garcia didn't look back: "You have to work every day, and it's too hard to rush back to cook for me. Now the nurses are not safe, so I will do it myself."

Feeling the warm breath on her ears and the gentle touch on her stomach, she smiled: "But my craftsmanship is not very good."

Adolf kissed the top of her hair, "This must be the most delicious food I have ever eaten in my lifetime."

Adolf's greatest hobby in life is food. He has stayed in the world's three major food countries for half his life.

But this was the first time, just by smelling the fragrance, he already felt happy.

After putting the steak on the plate, she turned off the fire, turned around and looked at him: "I'm so touched by cooking a meal, do I usually treat you badly?"

Then she found that Adolf's blue eyes were sparkling, as if crying.

With an unprecedented rude gesture, he grabbed Garcia's skirt, and his movements were eager and hasty, like an ambiguous flame, burning Garcia's body, and his beautiful and smooth lips hit him, with fiery madness, Swept over Garcia's lips.

It was as if he desperately wanted to integrate her into his body, but he couldn't find a way to do it, and he was afraid of the grandness of hurting her.

He gently let go of Garcia's lips. At this time, her face was already flushed, and the parted lips were implicated by ambiguous silver threads.

The eyes are focused, full of love that is no longer tender, but predatory and unstoppable.

Garcia tiptoed and pecked lightly: "It's time to eat, don't look at me like that." For some reason, this sight made her feel so shy.

It was as if it was about to be ignited and burned to ashes.

The steak Garcia made was actually delicious, because she was ingenious, and Adolf spared no effort to praise it, saying it was the best steak he had ever eaten.

He thought that in case Garcia needed to make other things on a whim in the future, they were also the most delicious.

Putting the dishes in the sink, Adolf, who loves cleanliness, did not wash the tableware after eating for the first time. Instead, he carried Garcia back to the room and whispered in her ear: "The doctor said last month it is ready."

Garcia nodded, blushing.

Adolf pulled off his tie to expose his collarbone, gently protected Garcia's stomach, and kissed him.

Garcia waved his hand in disgust: "Let's take a shower first."

Adolf bit her earlobe ambiguously, and Garcia exclaimed, feeling his whole body was burning.

His hot and humid breath was right next to his ears, making his whole body numb: "But I heard that pregnant women would want it more? Right, Garcia."

"Wh...who would say such a thing," Garcia became annoyed, "Anyway, let's take a shower first, I don't really want...to want it!"

Adolf gently pulled her up: "Wash together."

In Garcia's struggling voice of "washed", he pushed her into the bathroom, turned on the shower head in the bathroom, and the frosted glass could not see the vague jade color, the specific movement.

All I saw was that Adolf kissed Garcia's belly, tenderly and lovingly.

After taking a bath, his mood obviously calmed down a lot, but seeing Adolf kneeling on the bed like a beast, like a hunter coveting prey, Garcia couldn't help but his whole body went limp.

Today, was it possessed by some strange animal?

Adolf picked up one tie and neatly tied a knot on Garcia's wrist. It can be seen that BAU's training effect is indeed extraordinary.

"What?" Garcia trembled, "Why is this, you are not, not always..."

Is it normal?

"Playing a little differently today." Adolf smiled, still with a gentle smile, but inexplicably carried an evil and awe-inspiring aura.

It was as if a strange switch had really been turned on.

"You, you, you, be careful." Garcia said nervously, "Don't hurt the baby."

Adolf leaned down and chuckled, "It's just to say hello to the baby."

Garcia's whole body was on fire, he was really dying, and it was described as saying hello.

Adolf finally turned off the big wall lamp, leaving only the small desk lamp. In the dim light, he said a word: "Shh, let's start, I will make you very comfortable."

Just a normal Quantico night.

Indulgent, overflowing with love.

I suddenly remembered that I was actually an underage author, and I couldn't think of a title, so I was ashamed.

Do you think it's sweet enough?Sweet enough, the next chapter will start abuse

If you don't talk, I'll take it as sweet enough for you.

There is no second update today, and the author has to go to the other side of town to pick up the courier.

If you want to blame it, blame the courier for being willful. I have already said not to use Zhongtong.

Still sorry for only one update. ?