Chapter 837 If You Poison Me, I Will Eat It Too

"It's the base." He Jingyao said coldly.

Feng Qian's expression changed slightly: "It's really them! But how could their power penetrate into Yanzhou City?"

In fact, Country Z has always done a good job in counter-terrorism. Al Qaeda has caused panic all over the world, but it has almost failed to create a single terrorist attack in Country Z.

He Jingyao smiled half-heartedly: "I have to ask our President."

"Mr. President?" Feng Qian's face turned even more ugly. "There's no way he can have a relationship with Al Qaeda, right?"

He Jingyao curled his lips noncommittally and handed the fragments back to Feng Qian: "Don't let others find out. I estimate that today's explosion will be officially defined as an accident. Just be aware of it."

Feng Qian nodded and put the piece away.

"In this case, today's explosion should have nothing to do with you, right?" Feng Qian asked worriedly.

He Jingyao's eyes were thickly black.

"On the contrary." He dropped these four words calmly, opened the door and got in the car.

Feng Qian was shocked.

…

When He Jingyao returned to the apartment, Zhixi had already prepared dinner.

When she heard the door open, she immediately greeted it with a smile: "I cooked today's dinner, you decide whether you want to eat it or not."

He Jingyao let out a soft "tsk" and held her waist: "Eat, even if you poison me, I will eat it."

"It's not poisoned. What I'm cooking today is your favorite food." Zhixi hugged his arm with a smile, and the two of them came to the dining table.

When the He family saw the dazzling array of dishes on the dining table, they turned their heads and saw a proud look on Zhixi's face: "How is it?"

"Yeah." He smiled suddenly, his eyes dark and gentle, "Thank you for your hard work."

Hearing what he said, Zhixi felt embarrassed: "Actually, Uncle Li does most of the work. I'm just the conductor, adding the seasonings."

In fact, as a pregnant woman, neither He Jingyao nor Li Bo could really let her cook a table of dishes alone.

So she was very happy cooking because it was not hard...

"Uncle Li won't take credit from you." He Jingyao pinched her face, "Okay, I'll call Xiaobao, you eat first."

Zhixi nodded.

He Jingyao came to his son's room and dug Xiaobao out of the bed.

Xiaobao opened his eyes sleepily and called out "Daddy" in a soft voice.

He Jingyao held his son in his arms and fell into deep thought for a moment.

It wasn't until Xiaobao called him again that he smiled faintly, picked him up and said, "Yeah. Let's go have dinner."

The night is already dark.

When Zhixi came out of the shower, she saw He Jingyao sitting on the bed, his thin lips pursed tightly, as if he was deep in thought.

Viewed from this angle, the man's profile becomes even more pleasing to the eye.

Zhixi walked over quietly, climbed on top of him, and asked with a smile, "What are you thinking about?"

He Jingyao held her waist, his dark eyes locked on her body, and his voice was calm: "Why are you thinking about eating you?"

Zhixi hugged his neck, feeling suddenly embarrassed.

He Jingyao was slightly surprised, and said with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Then she quietly leaned into his ear and said, "I... specifically asked the doctor today..."

He Jingyao's eyes suddenly darkened.

"What are you hinting at me? Huh?" He said hoarsely.

"No." She buried herself in his chest and said in a low voice.

He Jingyao chuckled and suddenly turned over and pressed her down.