"You call this a typical death, and you want to live and suffer sin."

A moment later, Song Lan's voice came from the kitchen at home.

There was also the sweet smell of fruit wafting out together, Lu Xiang closed his eyes and sniffed carefully.

That's right, this is the smell of food, and she couldn't understand why Gao Yuan showed a confident expression at the dinner.

But it's not so much angry as some pity for the other party.

If she eats that level of food every day, she would rather use nutritional injections.

Lu Xiang sat at the table with peace of mind, and she admitted that her taste buds had been nourished by Song Lan.

"Just drink water if it's salty, you can endure it until you come out of the building."

The more Lu Xiang listened, the more she wanted to laugh, so she twisted her arm again to keep herself calm, I don't know if it was an illusion, she wanted to laugh more and more recently.

She summed it up, the main reason is that Song Lan has a funny artist-like soul deep down in her heart, just like now, it's hard to imagine a person who drove the Foster family out of the seventeenth district and made the coalition government jealous, and now he is busy in the kitchen with this apron, and his mouth is still chattering.

The more he nagged, the more Lu Xiang wanted to laugh, and the fingers pinching his arm became harder and harder, and his skin turned a little red.

"Why don't you speak?"

Taking advantage of the gap after putting the cut fruit pieces into the pot, Song Lan glanced back at Lu Xiang, and then he saw Lu Xiang's puffed up bun face, his cheeks were flushed, but his hands were folded on the table like a high school student, and while he turned around, he deliberately straightened up.

Today's Lu Xiang, why is it a little weird?

"Are you alright?"

Song Lan leaned closer and looked down at Lu Xiang, although the expression on Lu Xiang's face was strange, his eyes were shining, and there seemed to be water waves.

Mostly painful.

Then, she felt Song Lan's palm on her forehead, because she had touched the pots and pans just now, her palm was warm, mixed with the smell of apples, pears and oranges.

"Open your mouth, I'll take a look."

"Ahh

Lu Xiang obediently opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

Song Lan had a straight face, as serious as a doctor, but after more than ten seconds, he realized that his medical knowledge was almost zero, and he couldn't see it.

"You wait, the fruit soup will be ready in no time."

He could only change the subject, and in the past, whether it was spicy or salty, a bowl of fruit soup could solve most of the problems.

Lu Xiang didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

Tesla Technology's beef grains at night are indeed outrageously salty, but no matter how salty the beef grains are, they won't last so long that you can still numb your tongue when you return home after the meeting.

So, there is only one truth.

She's pretending.

"A Little Love Trick Every Day" achieved great results for the first time, pretending to be pitiful and the tactical effect was outstanding, so that Song Lan took off her coat as soon as she got home, washed her hands and went straight to the kitchen.

Today, Lu Xiang also has a plan.

If you want to realize this plan, you need to learn the lessons of the past, and the most important thing is to be able to calm down.

About ten minutes later, a bowl of crystal clear fruit soup was brought to her, and the sweet taste instantly entered her nose.

But now is not the time to talk.

She didn't hesitate to pretend to be uncomfortable with her conscience, and waited at the table for so long, the purpose was not as simple as drinking this bowl of fruit soup.

Lu Xiang didn't move the spoon either, just stared at Song Lan across a table.

"Drink? Why not drink it? ”

When the fruit soup was brought out, Song Lan personally tasted it, it was sour and sweet, and it tasted great, and it was best used to relieve the salty taste left on the tip of the tongue.

Lu Xiang gritted his teeth, and the force on the back of his hand increased a little more.

Almost at the same time, the discomfort crawled on her cheeks, and under the trend of pain, the pitiful expression was natural, without any pretentiousness.

She stretched out her hand and handed the back of her reddened hand to Song Lan.

"It hurts."

At this moment, Song Lan was shocked, and her mind went blank for a moment.

Director Lu, who always leads by example and rushes to the front line of the fight against crime, braving the rain of bullets and bullets without blinking, actually shouted at him because of a red patch on the back of his hand.

"Feed me."

Now that Song Lan is convinced, she has no auditory hallucinations, and today's Lu Xiang is indeed extremely abnormal, and it can even be described as a rather unstable software.

He stiffened his head and reached for the spoon in the porcelain bowl.

"Smack——!

His right hand, which was still screaming pain just now, slapped him, and then pressed his hand on the table.

On this night, Lu Xiang suddenly figured out a truth.

Song Lan said that "death will save face and suffer sin", this sentence could not be more correct, especially on the road of love, people who die to save face will never achieve the desired ending.

So she took a deep breath, and the words in "A Love Trick a Day" had already been deeply imprinted in her memory, "It seems to be a little hot, you can help me try it." ”

"Okay, you wait, I'll try it for you first."

Song Lan's nerves were highly tense, and even as an "enthusiastic citizen" confronting the deepest evils of the Seventeenth District, he had never been so nervous as he was now.

He picked up the spoon and scooped up the fruit from the bowl like a chemist, as if it were not food, but a chemical agent that was about to be poured into the beaker with precision, and he moved slowly, little by little, into his mouth.

"It's a little hot, but still—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The next words were pushed back by a soft touch.

Lu Xiang was worthy of being the head of the law enforcement department, his agile skills were as fast as if he was opening and stopping, and before he could react, something soft and slippery burrowed into his mouth.

This touch and the sweet and sour stirring of the fruit soup also made Song Lan completely understand a truth.

There was not a trace of saltiness left on Lu Xiang's tongue at all, this whole night, his pale face, his depressed mood after returning home, sitting at the dining table without saying a word, the back of his red hand pinched, and his pitiful eyes...... Starting from the anomaly of the hovering car, it is all for the foreshadowing before the arrival of this moment.

Lu Xiang's strategy was far beyond his imagination.

"It's delicious."

In the interval between breaks, Lu Xiang spoke highly of Song Lan's craftsmanship as always, "But it's not enough, keep feeding, don't stop." ”

Hit the trick!

However, Lu Xiang didn't seem to want to give him time to stop thinking about countermeasures, and for a while, Song Lan couldn't figure out who was feeding whom.

And in the process, he gradually adapted to it, and almost instinctively cooperated with Lu Xiang's actions.

At night, the bright moonlight and the warm lights in the living room complement each other, and the heat rising from the porcelain bowl obscures the vision of the two.

At least, Song Lan figured out one thing.

Today's Win or Lose,

He was defeated quite completely.