President Qi, I don't despise you

更新时间：2019-10-2920:46:57

Qi Muye looked at the back of the young man in front of him, there was a light of pride in his eyes, but also deep-seated distress and pity.

In fact, sometimes he can't figure it out. He is obviously a rich man who can eat and drink well, but he can go to the police academy on a whim.

He knew that even though the National Public Security University was the leading police academy in the country, the entire university was filled with people who were admitted.

Being an undercover agent is a dangerous profession no matter what the situation, and you wear your head on your belt.

Professionalism, loyalty, background, and psychological quality are indispensable. How excellent the conditions must be to be selected there, and how strong the will must be to survive.

It wasn't until today when he saw the stern and firm expression of the young man holding the gun that he finally realized that some people's beliefs and beliefs have already been carved into their bones. Shen Yan is such a person, and Qi Muye's heart seems to be filled to the brim. It's full, without a single gap.

It was already dark when the four of them went back, Qi Muye took the initiative to shake Shen Yan's hand, and gently tousled his hair with the other hand.

"I just realized how good Xiaoyan is today."

The man's tone is gentle but reveals a faint sense of pride for him.

"Mr. Qi, I'm not used to you praising me so suddenly."

Shen Yan blushed a little from his rare eager gaze.

Qi Muye looked at him and laughed out loud, "Are you blaming me for not praising you enough?"

"No, I'm already very happy to get a compliment from President Qi, and besides, being able to love me so much in the eyes of President Qi is enough to show my excellence."

Shen Yan's face, which is more powerful than Gatlin's firepower, only turned red for a moment, and then started the mode of 'no skin and no face' again.

Qi Muye couldn't do anything about him if he was so reckless, he smiled helplessly and responded to him, "Well, you are excellent, you are the best."

Qi Muye's stomach couldn't eat anything outside, Shen Yan suggested going home to cook, Song Yi also nodded, and Cang Ye had no objection.

Cangye sat for the whole afternoon, his back was stiff, his whole back hurt when he got up, and when he stood up with his hands on the handrails, there was a stabbing pain in his knees, and his body wobbled.

Song Yi hurried over to support him, looked at him worriedly and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"It's okay, my leg is numb."

Cangye stood firm and stroked his hand, and walked out.

Song Yi kept walking half a step behind him, afraid that he would feel uncomfortable again.

He doesn't know much about Aoye's current physical condition, but that shot hit him in the chest, how could it be as relaxed as he appeared on the surface, not to mention that the car turned over a cliff, and he had a wound on his body. He doesn't even know if there is no other injury, so treat him with extra care now.

Cangye didn't understand what he was thinking, and only concentrated on enduring the tingling pain in his waist and legs. It was getting dark outside and the wind was blowing, and the cold wind choked in Cangye couldn't help coughing.

Knowing the man's temper, Song Yi didn't dare to ask more questions at the moment, but just looked at him with distressed expression.

When he got in the car, the driver had already turned on the heater, and Cang Ye finally recovered.

Song Yi sat in the back seat like him, and saw that the thermos cup placed between the car seats was taken and opened. There was really hot water in it, so he quickly handed it to Cangye, "Drink some water."

"Thank you."

Cangye took the cup and held it in his hand, not paying attention to his expression.

After a whole day of tossing around, Qi Muye was also tired, and when he got in the car, Shen Yan helped him put down the seat, "Baby, sleep for a while, you'll be home in a while."

Qi Muye gently shook his hand, and closed his eyes with a tired expression.

When he got home, Shen Yan asked Qi Muye to go upstairs to rest, "It's fine, I'm not too tired, just take a rest here."

Qi Muye sat on the sofa in the living room and said, "That's fine, I'll cook first."

Song Yi naturally wanted to go to the kitchen to show off. In the end, Cang Ye sat in the living room with Qi Muye and waited for the two of them to cook. "Mr. Cang, sitting is boring, let's play the next game."

Qi Muye pointed to the Go chess on the table and said.

"Alright, I haven't downloaded it for a long time."

Cang Ye also smiled and responded to the two people playing chess elegantly here, and the two people in the kitchen over there were busy beating chickens and eggs. I have been waiting for a long time and I am hungry.

Seeing Song Yi busy frying the steak, Shen Yan, who had already cooked the dishes, glanced at him and couldn't help saying, "Do you know what Cang Ye likes to eat?"

Song Yi was taken aback by this question, and carefully recalled that Cang Ye never said what he liked to eat when the two were eating together, but most of the time they ate what he liked.

The steak is now made because I think that person spends a lot of time abroad, so he should like to eat Western food. "You know?"

"Cang Ye doesn't like to eat Western food, he likes to eat Chinese dishes."

Shen Yan looked at the pot and said, "How do you know?"

"That's what he mentioned by chance when we met him abroad a few years ago."

"Then do you know what kind of food he likes to eat?"

Hearing that Cang Ye mentioned it, Song Yi quickly asked, "He doesn't know the details, but I heard he mentioned stewed pork ribs."

Shen Yan thought for a while and said, "Braised pork ribs."

Song Yi murmured, and quickly took out his mobile phone to check the recipe of stewed pork ribs.

"Okay, don't hurt your ears when you get on the sedan chair. There are ready-made chefs here and there. For the sake of your hard work, let me teach you."

Shen Yan took his mobile phone with his hand.

Song Yi wasn't angry at all, he had heard Qi Muye say that this man's cooking was delicious, so he naturally learned from it now.

"Let's make clear stewed pork rib soup today, and it will nourish the stomach."

Song Yi moved his hands, Shen Yan moved his mouth, and the two cooperated quite tacitly.

After all the dishes were cooked, the two of them took a break, "How long will the one Cangye shoot today?"

Song Yi couldn't help but asked Shen Yan, "You said to shoot a 300-meter target with a pistol?"

"Yes, there are not many people who can achieve such accuracy beyond the range, right?"

The way Cang Ye shot a gun today kept replaying in Song Yi's mind, and that aura like a king made him seem to know this person again, a real Cang Ye.

"It's not much, but you should be thankful that there are still people in this world who can do it."

Speaking of this, Shen Yan sighed slightly, "What do you mean?"

Song Yi didn't understand what he said, "Why do you think Cang Ye survived that shot?"

Shen Yan suddenly raised his head and stared at Song Yi, saying that Song Yi froze for a moment after hearing this, what does it mean to be alive?Does it mean that after being shot like this, you can't survive at all? "Why?"

He didn't dare to think about this thought any further, he turned his head and asked Shen Yan in a daze.

[The author has something to say:] Haha, everyone guess how Cang always survived and returned home. If Cang always feels uncomfortable at night, Song Gouzi will have a chance to shine