The Clueless and the Pervert

Huan Chu was already looking a bit haggard as he struggled to deliver the cooked porridge to Chen Wenwen. After a whole day of running around, even the strongest person would start to feel a bit overwhelmed.

Especially after taking a bullet earlier, Huan Chu only felt a slight graze at the time. But now, as his muscles relaxed, he found it somewhat difficult to even raise his right hand. After a brief discussion with Ye Hongbo about the distribution of supplies, he sent the strategist away and casually found a room on the eighth floor to rest.

Due to the severe physical exhaustion, Huan Chuang fell into a deep sleep as soon as he lay on the bed, and when he opened his eyes again, a whole night had passed.

Huanchu, lying in bed, opened his eyes and found that the sky outside the window was already dimly bright. Looking at the clock on the wall, it was already 7:16 in the morning.

I slept for a full 12 hours from a little after 7 in the evening until 7 in the morning, it was truly the longest and most peaceful sleep since the apocalypse.

Patting his head to sit up, Huan Chu suddenly realized that his left arm was pinned underneath something. Turning around, I realized that Chen Wenwen was lying next to me in a pure white lace nightgown.

It looks like Queen Chen was also exhausted yesterday, her sleeping posture was not at all elegant, almost lying in a big character shape on the double bed.

Huan Chu couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as he gazed at the fair thighs exposed. He slowly withdrew his right hand from under Chen Wenwen and reached out towards the sleeping beauty's thigh with a lecherous look on his face.

"Cuckoo~"

At this moment, the stomach inconveniently started rumbling, interrupting Huan Chu's amorous thoughts. Yesterday, I set out at noon and didn't finish the task until evening. When I came back, I cooked porridge for Chen Wenwen, her mother, and little Mihuo. Then I discussed the security issues of the hotel with Ye Hongbo, but Huan Chu didn't even have a drop of rice.

After such intense fighting, his stomach finally began to protest after waking up.

As the saying goes, a hungry man can't have any desire for the beauty in front of him unless he is a perverted pervert.

Huan Chu is definitely not a perverted sex maniac. He could only awkwardly retract his hand and rub his belly. Deng Tiansheng said that Chen Wenwen's injury needs rest, so he didn't disturb the sleeping queen and decided to go get some food first.

As he entered the bathroom, someone had already prepared a basin of clean water. Huan Chu quickly wiped himself clean, finished washing up, changed into a new set of clothes, and then quietly slipped out of the guest room.

Blackie still holds his ground, lying in front of the guest room where he and Chen Wen slept. When Huan Chu comes out, Blackie wags his tail and is about to go forward and bark.

Huan Chu quickly made a "shh" gesture, and Heizi also looked around in a very human way, actually nodded at Huan Chu, and then lay down.

"You're so well-behaved, I'll bring you some spare ribs later." Huan Chu patted the soft flesh under Heizi's neck, and the military dog walked away briskly with a comfortable look on its face.

The Gunblade Team has not reached the level of an A-level guerrilla unit, and the base does not have access to water and electricity. Therefore, apart from the security guards on duty, there are not many people wandering around the hotel early in the morning before dawn.

Amid greetings from the patrol officers, Huan Chu hurried to the kitchen on the second floor, rubbing his stomach. He felt like he was going to starve to death in the hotel.

As he approached the kitchen door, he heard a tuneless singing coming from inside: "Sister carrying a mud doll, walking to the garden to see the flowers..." "

No need to ask, the only person who can sing this weird tune is Lin Maomao, this little scatterbrain. Ke Huan Chu did not rush in directly, but recalled some interesting things from his childhood.

Speaking of which, this song was actually taught to Lin Maomao by Huan Chu. The fact that she sang it so confusedly is also related to Huan Chu's irresponsible teaching.

I can't believe you still remember, huh?

Huan Chu's mouth lifted a warm smile, this little confused person was probably awakened by hunger, just like himself. When I was a child, she used to wake me up in the middle of the night to find food for her. Now, I can just go to her place to mooch some food.

As he walked into the kitchen, Huan Chu saw Lin Mao Mao wearing an apron with Mickey Mouse on it, cooking something in a pressure cooker. The hot steam was billowing out of the pot. Lin Maomao hummed a song while staring longingly at the pressure cooker, just like when he was a child.

"Little rascal, how dare you steal and eat without permission?" Huan Chu sneaked up behind Lin Mao Mao and, imitating the voice of the headmaster, solemnly said.

Oh! Lin Maomao screamed, threw the spatula in his hand behind him, turned around nervously, and said with his head down, "Director, I dare not..." "

Xiao Mihu hadn't finished speaking when suddenly realized that he wasn't secretly cooking and eating in school. As soon as I looked up, I saw Huan Chu standing in front of me, holding his ears in pain. I immediately jumped up like a rabbit and exclaimed, "Brother Huan!" You lied to me again! "

Huan Chu was stunned by the scream that Lin Maomao just let out, which directly exceeded a hundred decibels, making his head spin. He shook his head to clear his mind and said, "You little brat, trying to scare me to death." "

Lin Maomao snorted from his nose: "Who told you to scare me first?" "

"Coo coo!" "

Huan Chu's stomach rumbled like thunder again.

"Coo coo!" "

Lin Maomao was about to mock his cousin when his own stomach growled.

So a big one and a small one, a man and a woman, two hungry ghosts reincarnated and awkwardly glanced at each other, ignoring the two soft sounds directly.

Lin Maomao turned around and continued to tinker with the pressure cooker, singing again: "The baby cried for mommy, the little bird on the tree laughed ha ha..." "

Huan Chu knows that Little Mihuo's habit of singing while cooking was learned from himself, and his own habit of singing while cooking was learned from his father, so it's a family tradition. Although he despised Lin Maomao's singing voice, he did not interrupt.

Lin Maomao didn't even look back. She fiddled with the pressure cooker for a moment, apparently finding eating more important than her cousin.

This greatly shocked Huan Chu, who had always thought of herself as a bit scatterbrained. She reached out and patted her head, asking, "What are you cooking?" "

Lin Maomao answered off topic: "Is the song I sang good?" "

That's not singing, it's the braying of a donkey. "

It seems that Lin Maomao has been more affected than Huan Chu, but Xiao Mihuo still remains optimistic, making a face at Huan Chu and continuing to tinker with his food.

The lid was lifted, and Huan Chu immediately leaned over Lin Mao's shoulder to look into the steaming pot, only to find instant noodles inside.

The noodles were cooked not in boiling water, but in milk, with some corn kernels and a few mushrooms added, and an egg beaten in.

Huan Chu's nose sensitively caught the smell of pepper inside, a nostalgic expression suddenly appeared on his face, he reached over and scratched Lin Mao's nose, "Little girl, you still remember, huh?" "

Hmm. "Lin Maomao replied casually."

It was not long after Lin Maomao's parents passed away. When the confused relatives had not yet discussed the issue of Lin Maomao's stay or departure, Huan Chu's parents took the four-year-old little girl into their home.

At that time, Huan Chu's parents were just low-ranking government officials, barely making enough money to support their family of three. Suddenly having a little girl to take care of did feel like a bit of an economic crisis.

The family always ate vegetarian food, and now Huan Chu feels that those days seem to have faded away. However, as the head of the family, Huan Chu's father still had a way to deal with it. In consideration of the health of the two little ones, milk has been ordered for the family. Children may not understand things well, and being forced to drink milk every day may make them dislike it instead.

We can't just throw away this milk. So Dad came up with an idea to cook instant noodles with milk. This trick won unanimous approval from the two little ones and became one of the few snacks in the family.

Later, the situation at home gradually improved, but Lin Maomao was taken away by relatives, so Huan Chu never tasted the taste of milk instant noodles again.

At this moment, smelling the familiar fragrance, Huan Chu couldn't help but salivate. He quickly brought two sets of bowls and chopsticks to the stove, and then found a place to sit down, quietly watching Lin Maomao humming a nursery rhyme.

The little snot bug that used to follow me around all the time has grown up now.

Huan Chu sighed softly.

Lin Maomao had already taken off the dirty school uniform when they met again, tied her hair in a ponytail. Although she didn't have Chen Wenwen's bright and charming appearance, she exuded a youthful vibe.

She untied the apron around her waist, and Huanchu suddenly noticed that this little girl had become so delicate and charming at some point. Lin Maomao was wearing a short denim jacket on the upper body, and the t-shirt inside seemed a bit small, making the already not small breasts appear even larger.

She was wearing a tight pair of jeans on her lower body, outlining the curves of her hips perfectly. On her feet, she was wearing a pair of flip-flops that seemed to have been found somewhere, with all ten toes painted in light pink nail polish, looking even more adorable.

"Amitabha Amitabha!" Huan Chu suddenly noticed the career line revealed from the neckline when Lin Mao was bending over to serve rice, and he found that his lower body seemed to have a tendency to pitch a small tent. He immediately attributed this to the seduction of Queen Chen Da in the morning, and turned his head to recite Buddhist scriptures.

Lin Maomao did not notice anything unusual about his cousin, so he hummed a tune and placed two bowls in front of Huan Chu. It's okay to let it go. The white T-shirt inside her has a slightly large neckline, and Huan Chu can even see the cute pink one inside Lin Maomao directly through the neckline!

Just now there was only a faint tendency to support the tent, but now it is fully supported: "Huanchu, you beast, the person in front of you is your cousin!" Amitabha, Jade Emperor, Amen, forgive me! "

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Lin Maomao's waist bent even lower, and Huan Chu could even see the pink mountaintop inside that deep and unfathomable career line.

Oh my God! Huan Chu felt like his nosebleed was about to gush out.