I have to say that anyone who has some ability to eat spicy food has more or less some subtle desire to win - about eating spicy food.

For example, Su Qingluan, although she can be regarded as "relatively spicy" in the whole country, but if she is placed in a "spicy and spicy" area like Jiangxi and Hunan, her ability to eat spicy food is not enough.

Even so, every time I eat spicy food with friends in Hunan or Jiangxi, even if it is so spicy that my stomach and intestines cramp, as long as there are no obvious symptoms on the surface, such as sweating or obviously too swollen lips, Su Qingluan will say "It's not spicy?" Why can't you eat it? ”

For this reason, she actually paid a lot of price for her hard mouth in her previous life - of course, it is usually chrysanthemums who pay the price.

Therefore, as a senior hard-mouthed lover, she knows very well what the reaction of a person who can't stand spicy food, but is desperately enduring it - after all, even if the main will of a person is strong, the subconscious reaction of the human body cannot deceive people.

For example, the human will cannot control the sweat glands in the human body to secrete sweat, for example, although a person can overcome the stinging sensation caused by a chili pepper, it cannot determine whether the skin will become rash or swollen after the chili pepper touches the skin.

So when Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi, although his expression was still so light and light, the abnormally bright lip color and the beads of sweat slowly leaching from the corners of his forehead still showed the fact that he was not comfortable now.

"Mu Xingzhi, don't eat it." Su Qingluan looked at the man opposite, and returned the handkerchief that the other party had given him to wipe his tears, "Wipe the beads of sweat from your forehead." ”

As she spoke, she was going to take the handkerchief and stretch out her hand to wipe Mu Xingzhi's face.

In fact, this action is a bit ambiguous, even if Su Qingluan and Mu Xingzhi are husband and wife in the eyes of outsiders, it is normal for a wife to wipe her husband's sweat, but in fact, Su Qingluan and Mu Xingzhi both know that it is not the case at all.

So if it was in normal times, Su Qingluan would never reach out and do this action by himself - because he wanted to avoid suspicion.

What's more, Su Qingluan now knows a little more: the face in front of her that belongs to "Mu Xingzhi" is the result of the disguise, so for the sake of prudence, Su Qingluan will never touch the face in front of her, because she is afraid that she will destroy the disguise if she is not light or heavy.

Although intellectually speaking, Su Qingluan knew that this disguise should not be so easy to destroy and should not be so fragile, but even so, she preferred to face this face that belonged to "Mu Xingzhi", even if this face was fake.

Of course, that's in general.

Now Su Qingluan only feels that she should be in this life, this shell is the first time to ingest such a large amount of spicy taste, so she feels a little dizzy, and the whole person has become fluttery, not very clear, so she doesn't know for what purpose, she wiped the sweat of the man opposite by herself.

Her movements were not gentle, and her hands were also deep and shallow, and she muttered dissatisfiedly while wiping: "It's obviously disguised, how can you still sweat?" How the hell did you get this, you can't see the sweat pores......" he said, shaking his hand to unravel a layer of disguise on his forehead.

Immediately, she felt that her wrist was not listening to her.

Su Qingluan looked down with some dissatisfaction, but found that Mu Xingzhi had gently held her wrist at this time.

The man's strength was not too great, because Su Qingluan did not feel any pain and discomfort, but it was obvious that this strength was not very small, because Su Qingluan struggled several times and did not break free of his wrist.

At this moment, she was not interested in studying the disguise, and slapped Mu Xingzhi's hand unhappily that grabbed him: "Hey, what are you doing with me?" Hurry up and let go! ”

Although Su Qingluan's tone was fierce, his voice was a little weak, and it was different from the crisp and neat speech of ordinary people, and now Su Qingluan spoke as if he had put down 0·75 times the speed, with a subtle sense of dragging.

Mu Xingzhi smiled helplessly: "Qingluan, you are drunk." ”

"Am I drunk?" Su Qingluan pulled out his hand disdainfully, stood in front of Mu Xingzhi, and pointed to the small wine cup, "I've only drunk a few sips of this juice-like wine, how can I get drunk?" ”

Mu Xingzhi thought of the last glass of wine he had just poured for Su Qingluan, and recalled the amount of wine left in the wine jar, I am afraid that unconsciously, under his own intention, most of the wine in this jar entered the stomach of the person in front of him.

Su Qingluan ate and drank at the same time, and drank this wine as a drink, naturally he couldn't notice it, but Mu Xingzhi was a person who made wine himself, so he naturally knew how powerful this wine was.

Although this wine is fruity, sweet and sour, it has been specially brewed, and although it is not very drinkable, it has a lot of stamina.

Su Qingluan drank most of the altar, not only was she not so drunk that she was unconscious, but she could even have a back and forth conversation with Mu Xingzhi, although she was not in a very sober state of dialogue, but it could already be shown that her alcohol consumption was quite good - at least much better than Songbo, who fell asleep on the table after drinking four small glasses.

However, it is obvious that the current Su Qingluan is also not lightly drunk, otherwise she would never have made those strange movements beyond the norm.

Although his stomach was a little spicy and uncomfortable because he ate too many spicy chicken nuggets, Mu Xingzhi knew that Su Qingluan's drunken state was very rare - he learned from Yang and Su Guangfu that even if Su Qingluan had drunk alcohol when he was at his mother's house, it was only a symbolic lip touch, and he never drank too much.

And after today, with this woman's vigilance against herself, knowing that her drunkenness might be related to her deliberate guidance, Su Qingluan will definitely not drink easily.

So such an opportunity is very rare, and there is only one time.

So Mu Xingzhi didn't care about the hot discomfort in his stomach, and he didn't care about the fact that his mind was faint for a while because of the chili pepper, and there was also sweat on his forehead, he wanted to ask the question that had been bothering him and made all his overt and secret visits sink into the sea, and Su Qingluan obviously didn't tell the truth-

Who are you and where are you from? What are the plans to come to me?

He knew that Su Qingluan had no malicious intentions, and he also saw that Su Qingluan was very cooperative with cooperation, but Mu Xingzhi's character was destined to not allow any unstable factors to exist, so although he would not be so mad as to kill Su Qingluan because of this doubt and uncertainty, he would not give up any opportunity to spy on her secrets.

…… He originally planned to do so, but the reason why he said "originally" was because something ruined his original plan.

It was Su Qingluan, to be precise, Su Qingluan's hand.

The hands that had broken free from his shackles now touched the sides of his cheeks again, and then—with all their might, they made it look like a strange shape.