Chapter 1340： New injury plus old injury

Two little guys: "Big sister... we didn't mean it..."

"Brother, we did it intentionally." The younger brother said with his eyes wide open.

"Shut up, idiot."

Qian Mian thought about it for a while, and returned the phone to them: "Let's go with you and continue to eat."

She didn't do anything about the message, and returned it to them as it was.

The two children thought for a while and decided not to report.

After a while, the two of them had finished eating, and they slipped away.

Bai Mucheng said, "Which family of these two children are you?"

"next door."

"Naughtier than you." He said while cooking.

Qianmiao was playing with a tomato in his hand, leaning back against the wall, a little absent-minded.

"Brother, let me tell you about Taishizhou."

Although she hadn't seen each other in the past few days, she basically told him about those things in the message, including things in the laboratory.

Bai Mucheng said, "Is there anything else you didn't tell me?"

"No, I just want to ask you, how much do you know about the alliance?"

Bai Mucheng's expression was normal: "Well, it's not much, it's just an economic consortium, you can understand that."

"Jiang Yuan said that behind the alliance is actually the force controlling the experimental body."

Bai Mucheng smiled: "Really?"

His expression didn't look strange, it was very ordinary.

Qian Mian looked at him for a while, then turned his gaze away: "There is no evidence yet."

Bai Mucheng said quietly: "I don't think you need to worry about these, just wait for the antidote to come out. Those things are too complicated, and you are not the savior. You don't need to put everything on your shoulders. You don't feel tired, I As a senior, I also feel distressed."

He put the dishes on the plate, and a plate of fragrant spicy chicken came out of the oven.

Color, fragrance and taste.

In fact, he is not a cook, nor is he a culinary lover. After the cooking, the taste is what she likes. The reason for cooking is for her.

Qian Miao took the dish and said, "Don't think of me too great. I'm just curious and don't plan to do anything."

"Really? I don't believe it." Bai Mucheng smiled and continued to fry the next dish.

Qianmiao's casual tone brought out a sentence: "Brother, why do you suddenly like smoking?"

Bai Mucheng's face suddenly changed, staring at the food in the pot without moving.

Qian Mian came over when he smelled the burnt smell and turned off the fire.

She stared at Bai Mucheng: "Brother?"

Bai Mucheng's eyes recovered a little, and said: "Ah, no, it's just a twitch occasionally."

"But I remember you used to hate the smell of smoke."

"Before I was young and under pressure, now there are a lot of things to deal with, and I will smoke a little when I am under pressure."

He smiled at her: "Don't worry, I will smoke less in the future."

He turned on the stove and continued cooking.

Qian Miao stared into his eyes and didn't say much.

In his mind, he recalled what Qian Ru said last time, saying that there was a certain tranquilizer in the cigarette that Bai Mucheng smoked.

She glanced away inadvertently, and suddenly stopped on his wrist.

He wore long sleeves today, just covering his wrists.

However, because he is currently cooking, he habitually rolls up the roll.

The red marks on the wrists are clearly visible, but there are no signs of healing from the old wounds. Instead, it looks like a new wound plus an old wound.

Thinking of the problem he had deliberately concealed, Qian Mian swallowed it alive.

Everyone has privacy and the right not to say it, she can't force it.