Quick travel strategy: crushing male god 36 styles

Chapter 311 Warm Mr. Lin (40)

The hair was gently stroked, as if it was a reward after being praised by the parents, and the first day of the junior high school secretly bit the small handkerchief in his heart.

Well behaved Lin Chaomu, after the task is completed, watch how I can beat you to death!
"Thinking about how to fix me?"

The top of his head sank, and the big palm that had just left came back again at some point, and the little secret in his heart was discovered again. Chu Yi, who was used to it, raised his head and looked at Lin Chaomu, his big eyes were full of innocence.

"No, Zhao Mu, you are so suave, wise and powerful, everyone loves flowers, and the person with a flat tire in the workshop, I love you before it's too late, why would you want to punish you?"

I don’t know how many times I’ve been guessed right by my little thoughts. Chu Yi, who has long been used to it, squinted at the sycamore tree outside the window, and when he heard the doorbell downstairs kept ringing, he kindly reminded Lin Chaomu that there are still people downstairs. .

"you love Me?"

Lin Chaomu didn't care whether there was anyone downstairs, his attention was still focused on the sentence he said just now on the first day of the junior high school.

The puzzled look in Chuyi's eyes flashed away, and then he thought of what he said just now, and immediately nodded hurriedly.

"Liar liar."

The weight on his head disappeared, and he was hugged by Lin Chaomu again on the first day of the lunar new year, and then he was taken downstairs.

There were a lot of people here this time. Sitting on the sofa on the first day of the new year, she sipped the warm milk that Lin Chaomu had prepared for her. Seeing Fu Miao's scruffy figure, she frowned slightly.

"Boss Lin, we meet again."

Greeting like an old acquaintance, Chu Yi on the sofa couldn't help but shed a tear of sympathy for Fu Mei after he stretched out his hand and was deliberately ignored by Lin Chaomu.

A good person, who has been tossed like this.

"This time, please ask Mr. Lin to come with us again."

Handing the backed up data to Lin Chaomu, Fu Mei took out the handcuffs from his pocket to Xiao Zheng after glaring at him, so scared that Xiao Zheng quickly took a step back, not daring to do anything wrong.

"Just because of this?"

The information contained a bunch of technical terms, Lin Chaomu returned the information to Fu Mo with a smile, and waited for Fu Mo to continue speaking.

"Also, here's a search warrant."

Fu Mo, who was already prepared, would not let Lin Chaomu slip away from him again. He waved the search warrant in front of Lin Chaomu's eyes, then waved his hand, and the brothers following behind rushed into the villa in the corner.

This time, Fu Mei made a deadly move.

The fingers holding the cup stopped, and on the first day of the lunar new year, he stopped wanting to continue feeding himself milk, and glanced at him in a panic. After receiving Lin Chaomu's comforting eyes, he lowered his eyes and continued to drink his own milk.

The two of them had no scruples about their petty actions. After seeing it in his eyes, Fu Mei wondered in his heart whether he should bring Chuyi back to the bureau.

"She's not something you can touch."

Unexpectedly, when Fu Mei was staring at Chu Chu in a daze, Lin Chaomu's warning sound echoed in the living room, and many brothers who were present at the scene turned their heads away after hearing the words, and saw that his boss's face was swollen like a pig's liver color.

"Boss Lin knows, I didn't mean that."

Knowing that Lin Chaomu loves his wife, he never expected to love her to such an extent, Fu Mao looked away and gave a wry smile, he really didn't mean that.

"Boss, I found it!"

Excited shouts rang out on the second floor, and everyone immediately returned to the center of the living room when they heard the words, and saw Xiao Yang holding a snow-white shirt several years old in his hand, waving it non-stop.

These shirts are the colors that Lin Chaomu wears all year round, the same color and the same style, Lin Chaomu seems to never get bored, and always wears this style of shirts.

(End of this chapter)