Seeing that he had some other purpose, he went to deliver food to Qian Yikun in the afternoon.
Qian Yikun gathered all his hair the moment he entered the police station. Either this woman didn't come, or she would be up to no good.
"Hey, don't be so nervous. I'm really here to deliver food to you." Mo Fei smiled like a little fox and opened the lunch box sincerely.
Qian Yikun leaned back in his chair and frowned at the woman opposite him, "I'm telling you, you've straightened out all those messy intestines in your stomach."
Mo Fei rolled his eyes, walked over and straddled Qian Yikun, "I promise not to break the law."
Qian Yikun leaned back again and subconsciously reached out to stop her waist. This woman was indeed prepared.
Mo Fei picked up the plate inside the lunch box with one hand, then pinched the pastry inside, put it on Qian Yikun's lips and fed it to him, "It's very delicious. I brought it to you after I ate it."
"By not breaking the law, do you mean international law, or is it your own law?" Qian Yikun was not fooled.
"Prison head." Mo Fei rolled his eyes secretly, stuffed the pastry directly into his mouth, then hugged Qian Yikun's neck and kissed him lip to lip.
Qian Yikun: "..."
The sweetness of the pastry and the fragrance of her lips spread to his lips at the same time.
This woman is really—
Recently, seduction seems to have become the most commonly used method.
Because she knew that Qian Yikun was the prison boss to her, a real prison boss.
A piece of pastry for two people to share.
Mo Fei pecked him on the lips again and again, "The old woman scolded me and said I was a fake."
"You should be respected if you grow up." Qian Yikun was unmoved.
"Bah, a person like her doesn't deserve respect. She drinks the blood of her own son. How can she be embarrassed?" Mo Fei got angry and cursed and wanted to get off Qian Yikun's body. .
Qian Yikun held on to her waist and refused to let her succeed. He kissed her lips directly, and an unclear voice came from his lips, "But she still has a son."
Maybe there was a flash of light in his brain.
So what Qian Yikun means is that he can't beat that old guy, but he can beat her uncle, right
However, Qian Yikun didn't give Mo Fei time to verify whether this sentence actually meant what he meant, and had already pinned him down on the desk.
"Wear less jeans from now on."
It’s not easy to take off at all!
"No!"
She is free to wear whatever she wants.
The setting sun fell through the window on the desk. Everyone who was busy celebrating the New Year on New Year's Day seemed to have no criminal cases that required them to be dispatched. Therefore, in addition to a few people on duty on the first and second floors of the entire police station, Qian Yikun was the only one on the third floor. .
The office door was unlocked, and Qian Yikun wasn't worried.
Maybe he knew the reason for coming to find her. Since he had no way to object, it wouldn't be an exaggeration for him to ask for some tolls.
The two of them have always been in sync with each other on this kind of matter, so they are coy women who sometimes even have more initiative than Qian Yikun.
"Don't be too harsh." Qian Yikun stood in front of the desk, holding her waist with both hands, but his lips fell on her disheveled collarbone, leaving a bite mark on it.
Mo Fei snorted in comfort, put her arms around his neck, and had a vixen look in her silky brows, which only Qian Yikun could give her.
It's still early to get married, but she won't let it go at all.