"Father's love is like a mountain!" The five words that echoed like a thunderbolt on a sunny day were destined to become recurring lines in nightmares. When Miss Veneto, who was throbbing with the innocence of a girl, heard this, she opened her eyes like lightning and was stunned for a second, and for a second she was ashamed of her actions, and ashamed of her thoughts.

Then Miss Veneto realized with sadness that her first love had fed the dogs.

"No, my first love is still there, my first kiss is still there, and I will never admit that I have liked this shameless pervert naturally!" Miss Veneto thought hard in a daze.

So before Zhuang Yan finished speaking, he was grabbed by the cold five fingers of the Tianling Gai, and pressed it into the ground roughly, his face embedded in the cracked floor tiles, and his P shares pouted in the air.

In order to make this belief deepened, she gritted her teeth and grabbed Zhuang Yan's head, and bombarded the ground like a dot timer:

"Absolutely!"

"Bang bang!"

"Nope!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"I like it!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"You!"

"Bang bang!"

Eighteen consecutive sub-light bombardments made Zhuang Yan's head dig a lifelike pit in the floor tiles, and when Veneto let go of his hands in righteous indignation, Zhuang Yan's head was tightly embedded in the hard ground, P pouting in the air, and his buttocks were proud, leaping into the highest part of his body. The chair flew four meters away.

Then Miss Veneto's eight-centimeter red high heels made up a few kicks on the back of Zhuang Yan's head, and said as she stepped on it: "Lori? Well? Father's love? Well? Well? "Step your head deeper and deeper until it's level with the ground, and the skull is still smoking when the heels are removed.

"Miss Veneto? Are you listening? In the real world, Dr. Zhuang Yan's index finger shook in front of Miss Veneto's blank face, trying to regain her attention, "Miss Veneto, you are distracted. ”

"Huh? Oh. Miss Veneto came back to her senses from the fugue fantasy, her beautiful eyes widened, and she said in a blank and mechanical manner: "I'm listening." Yes, fatherly love is like a mountain. ”

Zhuang Yan said with relief: "So we are partners, you can trust me as always, just like me." It's a little exciting to think about it, hahaha. ”

Miss Veneto smiled dryly, "Hahaha, so excited. ”

She couldn't wait for herself to eat a stuffy stick immediately, so that the memory just now would be shattered. If you are coaxed a few words, you will be stupid and give a kiss or something, and you can't admit it even if you are killed!

Then Zhuang Yan exhaled, straightened up and said: "Then you go and rest, these tolerance tests that stimulate tachyheart rate are very heavy on the body, and you need to rest more than me." After nodding goodbye, the chair turned, slid back to the workbench, and began to sort out the data.

Veneto muttered a curse on the unconscionable Zhuang and opened the door angrily and left.

As soon as the sealed hatch closed behind him, Veneto angrily kicked against the tempered wall, shouting indignantly: "Only the innocence and delicacy of the girl cannot be disappointed!" Zhuang Yan, who has lost his conscience, is actually completely ruined! I wish you a lonely life, bastard! Immediately kicked out an iron pit as a souvenir, but unexpectedly kicked the shoes broken, leaned against the wall and raised his feet to look at the shoes, silent and distressed for a long time, and then muttered Spanish slang and scolded Zhuang Yan, and walked away angrily and ashamedly.

Zhuang Yan stayed in the experimental cabin all night.

He wanted to sort out a safety feasibility plan for Song Dan's physical test drive as soon as possible.

So the first step was to develop a prototype of the second generation of the liquid life support system for Miss Veneto.

He began to pick up the sleep plan he had trained when he was studying Zhan Ji day and day, and he would sleep deeply for fifteen minutes every four hours of work. This schedule is just enough to protect the activity of his brain cells, and make the most of the time.

He began to devote himself to his work. Forget to sleep and eat, day and night.

So the next day, when Miss Veneto looked around to find the doctor, Zhuang Yan was lying on the table, sleeping happily.

Veneto did not wake him up, and while he was sleeping, he carefully examined his face.

Zhuang Yan has an ordinary face, slightly thick eyebrows, and very hard stubble. But Veneto began to wonder what it would be like to put sunglasses on him? What about shaving his beard, combing his sideburns, applying hairspray with his own hands, and putting on a suit and bow tie for him?

Veneto was still thinking about it, when suddenly the iron box on the table, which didn't look like an alarm clock at all, jumped wildly, and the sound was harsher than the class bell, which startled Veneto and almost didn't stand still.

Then a large hand slapped roughly on the iron box.

But the iron box persistently made a fuss, and then Zhuang Yan slapped it twice more roughly, and the standing alarm clock was slapped down by him, and finally quieted down.

Veneto was surprised to see that when Zhuang Yan opened his mouth slightly and looked up on the table, the horn at the corner of his mouth pulled out a saliva line as thin as spider silk, and finally ripped it off in mid-air, sucking it back into his mouth.

The scruffy ascent to the top is breathtaking.

It simply refreshed Veneto's eyes, her cherry lips were half open and she couldn't speak, and she thought over and over again in her mind, this person was too good to make do.

Zhuang Yan rubbed his eyes in confusion, didn't pay attention to the alarm clock, and didn't even see Veneto. He stretched exaggeratedly, threw himself back on the table, battling his sleepiness for a few seconds, holding the table back on his hands, struggling to separate the table from his head like a flying insect on a sticky fly board, then straightened up and lowered his head to continue flipping through the layers of data and tapping on his laptop.

Veneto was stupid, she had seen an all-weather fighter for the first time, and she had never seen someone like Zhuang Yan who woke up and didn't brush his teeth or wash his face to work directly.

Zhuang Yan still didn't see Veneto.

Veneto felt like a negligible bonsai, being ignored as a background.

Then Zhuang Yan yawned, and his pencil hand reached over to touch the fist-sized coffee cup. Veneto couldn't help it, reached for his cup and walked to the coffee machine.

Zhuang Yan touched the air, looked around and saw Veneto, his first reaction was to pick up the alarm clock to look at the time, and then laughed: "It's only eight o'clock, it's really early, Miss Veneto." ”

"Call me VV." Veneto said as he closed his eyes. Walked over and looked at the coffee machine, opened his eyes wide and asked, "You drink espresso too?" ”

"Espresso is a man's romance." Zhuang Yan rubbed his temples, and the pencil drew a circle on the calculation paper irritably, and he made a mistake again. He put down his pencil and hoped to sober up with a sip of coffee before he checked for errors.

The error rate of high-intensity work is higher than that of full-sleep work, but he is used to it.

"Bring me twenty grams of ground coffee, thank you." Zhuang Yan said.

VV's heart swelled with curiosity, because even she had never tried such a heavy mouthful. She did so deftly, nearly rolling twenty grams of coffee beans back to the molecular level with one shot. Then, when the water is about to boil, fill in the crushed coffee powder, buckle the handle, and listen to the high-pressure steam bombarding the coffee powder like Niagara Falls, knocking the fragrant oil and the essence of the coffee out of the shell, blending into the steam, and merging into a rich and fragrant trickle, like a brown and gold hanging stone stalactite, falling into the cup in a graceful funnel shape.

She enjoyed the process with ease, and thirty seconds later, with a touch of it, just sixty milliliters of espresso filled the small cup, making her wonder if Zhuang Yan had been obsessed with this heavy dose for a long time.

She was eager to try how many mouthfuls of coffee that could fascinate the man.

She knew that it was very risky to taste this sip, and maybe she would lose the taste when she went back and drank other coffee, but her curiosity was like a cat's scratch, and Zhuang Yan's maverick signature made it difficult for her to restrain it.

VV held his small white porcelain cup and secretly tasted it. The smell of smoke in the mouth of the cup was covered by a rich aroma, and it was not until Sakura's lips touched the porcelain cup that she tasted the spicy and rich bitterness of the cigarette, and the evil smell took over her palate, and then rushed to her throat like a shock wave of an atomic bomb, choking Veneto with a slight cough.

She could never forget that feeling again. As soon as you enter the heavy mouth, it is as deep as the sea, and it is a passer-by from now on.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Yan heard her cough, hung his arm on the back of the chair, and asked with concern as he played with a pencil.

VV hurriedly pursed his lips vigorously, afraid that he would see the coffee foam on his red lips, and whispered, "It's okay." With his coffee on the table, he turned around and walked away.

Zhuang Yan saw a layer of Crema floating on the coffee at a glance, and shouted, "! Pick up the cup and smell it, the strong fragrance makes him feel comfortable all over his body, like traveling the world, driving feathers and ascending to immortals. He smashed his mouth to drink, but his mouth was thick and bitter and dry, so he slapped his brain and remembered to drink water.

Espresso cannot be used to quench thirst. At least drink some water and format the taste before drinking.

He secretly scolded forgetfulness in his heart, pushed the chair and stood up and just wanted to pour water, when he suddenly saw VV holding a cup of cold water and handing it to him, he was immediately grateful, said thank you, sat down and drank it all, and then held the coffee and praised: "When I make coffee, Crema is ashamed to answer like a piece of ice floe." But as soon as you make a move, Crema floating on the coffee is as bold as Antarctica. The first time I drank such a great coffee, I was convinced. ”

Then I took a sip of it with a heartbeat, thick in the mouth, fragrant, and immediately refreshed and inspired.

VV feels that Zhuang Yan is like another self, he smokes more than he smokes when he is alone, he is obsessed with espresso, he does not admit defeat when he works hard, and he is closed off when he is sad.

So she unconsciously became gentle, and when she heard the praise of this red fruit, she shook her head: "Because I also like this kind of coffee, so I am very familiar with it." Have you eaten breakfast? ”

Zhuang Yan sniffed the coffee and shook her head, lowered her head and sucked lightly, her hair was messy, and she looked like a chicken and a dog thief, so that VV couldn't help biting her lip and wanted to laugh, she said: "You drink slowly, I'll make you breakfast, this kind of coffee is so bitter, it's good with brownies." Without waiting for Zhuang Yan to agree, he turned his head and ran out, his silver hair beating happily with his pace, which was beautiful.

Zhuang Yan felt that something was wrong, that Miss Veneto could not be so kind to me. Then he shook his head and sniffed the fragrance of his beloved, and secretly thought about him, Lao Tzu's charm is that he is easy to go off, and his soft power is so subtle that it affects the surrounding countries, hahaha, hahahaha.

The reason why he laughed so much was because he didn't believe it himself. Thinking of Li Ming, who brought disaster to the country and the people, Zhuang Yan licked the coffee foam off his lips, thinking, paralyzed, I have to work harder.

Take a sip of coffee and check it quickly.