Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

He Junlin glanced at her like an idiot, and casually threw the weapon back to Lan Tian.

"Clean up."

The little guy was hidden in a basket by Lan Tian, ​​and when He Junlin and the others found him, they thought he would cry from fright, but unexpectedly the little guy not only didn't cry, but also asked excitedly.

"Daddy, have the bad guys been caught?"

"Probably." He Junlin stretched out his hand to hug the little guy, wiped the dust off his little face with his hand, and asked him if he was afraid.

"Don't be afraid, I know that with Daddy here, nothing will happen." The little guy flattered.

He Junlin pinched his little nose amusedly, "Yes, Daddy will definitely protect you and Mommy."

After being disturbed by the killer, the few people were not in the mood to continue picking grapes. They asked someone to pick some fresh grapes and put them in the car. He Junlin took his wife and son back to the villa.

After returning to the villa, Yang Zhuoying plunged into the kitchen.

Although the killer did not reveal who was behind the scenes, Yang Zhuoying always felt that the incident had something to do with Kanda Kazumi and his wife.

Not long ago, she gave them such a big gift, and then, someone wanted to assassinate her, saying that there was no connection between the two, and she would not believe it even if she was killed.

Thinking that it was because of her that everyone was in danger and couldn't even eat, Yang Zhuoying felt that she should do something to compensate He Junlin and his son.

So, she decided to cook herself and make a big dinner to show her sincerity.

He Junlin and his son stood outside the kitchen, peeping at the situation in the kitchen, muttering to himself.

"Daddy, is it really okay for Mummy to be alone?" Seeing Mummy cutting the meat, the little guy was really worried that she would cut off his fingers.

"You have to have confidence in Mommy. If she really can't do it later, I'll go in and help."

Having said that, He Junlin was already mentally prepared to go in and help.

"Don't stand here and look at me, I will be under a lot of pressure, go to the living room and watch TV, give me a little more time, I will have dinner soon."

Yang Zhuoying took the wooden shovel and drove the father and son to the living room.

Although the father and son were not at ease, they had to wait in the living room.

"These days when I'm not here, Mommy has some cooking for you to eat?" He Junlin asked.

The little guy nodded, "Auntie is cooking. Today, Auntie is away on vacation. Mommy planned to let me have dinner at Grandpa Kanda's house."

"That's good." He Junlin was worried that he would not be here, and Yang Zhuoying made his son eat instant noodles every day.

"Actually, the instant noodles that Mommy cooks are okay, but she's afraid that they won't be nutritious, so she seldom cooks them now."

It's been a while since I ate Mommy's instant noodles, and the little guy really misses it.

The two are chatting.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the direction of the kitchen.

The father and son turned their heads and saw a wisp of black smoke coming from the kitchen.

The two looked at each other, was the kitchen bombed?
"Mommy." The little guy came to his senses and immediately jumped off the sofa. In a flash, a figure flew past his eyes like a gust of wind, and rushed towards the kitchen.

He Junlin ran to the kitchen in two or three steps with long legs, and saw a figure walking out from it, it was Yang Zhuoying.

I saw that her hair was a little messy, but she looked safe and sound.

"Are you OK?"

Yang Zhuoying looked a little unnatural, and reached out to pat her hair, "It's okay."

The little guy also ran over at this time, looking towards the kitchen.

I saw a puff of thick smoke coming out of it, and after a closer look, it turned out that the microwave oven had exploded.

"Mum, you won't put the iron plate in the microwave again, will you?"

"Again?" He Junlin keenly grasped the key point.

An uncomfortable look flashed across Yang Zhuoying's face, "No way." She would not make the same mistake twice.

He Junlin walked into the kitchen, first turned on the ventilation system, then walked to the microwave oven, and then found the culprit of the explosion.

Tin foil!

Seeing that his complexion was not good, she knew that she was stupid, but Yang Zhuoying felt that she still had to explain herself.

"I wanted to give you grilled chicken chops, so I wrapped them in tin foil, but who knew it would explode."

"You should stay away from the microwave oven in the future, for the sake of everyone's safety."

After listening to her explanation, He Junlin made a solemn suggestion.

After driving Yang Zhuoying out of the kitchen, He Junlin put on an apron and re-prepared for tonight's dinner.

Yang Zhuoying, who was quite self-aware, didn't ask for help, and didn't want to just do nothing, so she stood at the door and peeked at He Junlin cooking.

Whether it is cutting vegetables or frying vegetables, He Junlin's movements are elegant and beautiful, and Yang Zhuoying will be drunk by watching them.

I sighed in my heart, how could there be such a perfect man in this world, who is handsome, rich, and can cook well.

She is the happiest woman in the world.

He Junlinmo's hands paused, and he turned to look at her.

Being caught peeping, Yang Zhuoying was extremely embarrassed, and after a dry laugh, she turned and left.

With a faint smile on the corner of He Junlin's mouth, he continued to cook.

With limited time, He Junlin only made three dishes and one soup.

Although it was commonplace, He Junlin insisted on making it a five-star hotel.

It can be said that it is full of color, fragrance and taste, but it is full just by looking at it.

"Why is it also fried beef? Yours looks so attractive. Is there any secret?" Yang Zhuoying asked anxiously.

"Daddy, you are amazing. You can cook a table of food in such a short time. I want to take a picture of it as a souvenir." The little guy took a quick photo of the table of food with his mobile phone.

""Eat it, it will be cold for a while. Seeing his achievements and getting their appreciation, He Junlin urged with a chuckle.

After eating, bathing the little guy, and putting him to bed, He Junlin and Yang Zhuoying also returned to their room to rest.

He Junlin came out of the bathroom with no clothes on his upper body, only a bath towel around him.

Before Yang Zhuoying was fascinated by his beauty, her eyes fell on his shoulder.

He Junlin's skin is a healthy wheat color, and the lines of his arms are well-proportioned, which should make people drool, but at this moment, a piece of skin is broken on his shoulder, which looks a bit abrupt and dazzling.

Distress flashed across Yang Zhuoying's face, remembering that this must be in the vineyard, he was scratched by a bullet in order to save her.

"Does it hurt?"

He Junlin wanted to say that it didn't hurt, but when the words came to his lips, he said, "It hurts a little."

Hearing this, Yang Zhuoying hurriedly got up to get the medicine box, asked him to sit by the bed, and disinfected and applied medicine for him.

"Really, the skin is all broken, and you are still wet, what should you do if you get an inflammation?"

After dinner, Yang Zhuoying took the initiative to clean up the dishes, and He Junlin was responsible for bathing the little guy.

After washing the dishes, she glanced at the microwave oven that was blown into black iron, and she sighed.

Looks like I'm going to order a new microwave tomorrow.

By the time she cleaned the kitchen and returned to her room, it was already an hour later.

Little is better than newlyweds.

The two separated for a period of time, and now that He Junlin is back, they will be intimate no matter what, but too many things happened today, and Yang Zhuoying is a little exhausted.

But Yang Zhuoying also thought about it, if He Junlin really wanted it, then she would cooperate.

When he returned to the room, he found that He Junlin was not in the room.