"Oh, okay, go down now." Wei Lan shouted from inside the door. When Paul heard her answer, he turned around and went downstairs.
When Wei Lan came downstairs, she saw a table full of Japanese food, as well as her favorite sashimi and sushi. She was surprised: "Wow! You cooked it?!"
"Takeaway." Paul said calmly.
Then Paul squinted at Wei Lan who was coming downstairs. The white shirt that had just covered her buttocks was tied around her waist, and her tender white legs that were originally exposed had already been put on pants, his casual pants.
The waistband of Paul's casual pants was tied, so even if the pants were very baggy on her body, the belt would still not fall down when it was stuck around her waist, and the long trouser legs were rolled up at her ankles.
Seeing Paul staring at her, Weilan said naturally: "I saw you had pants in your closet, so I put them on." Why did she say she was embarrassed to go through his closet?
Paul curled his lips and said nothing. He was shy. His closet door was closed. How could she know there were pants inside if she didn't look through it?
"Come over and eat quickly." Paul urged her.
In fact, without him having to say anything, Wei Lan's pace quickened. She likes to eat sashimi the most. She didn't need Paul to greet her when she sat down and started eating by herself. As soon as she took a bite, Wei Lan asked in surprise: "The one in the south of the city."
?" This restaurant is famous in City A, and the chefs are all invited from Japan. He took her there once, and she also went there once.
Although she has only eaten it twice, the taste is deeply engraved in her heart.
"Yeah." Paul nodded lightly, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
"Doesn't that store not deliver takeout? Did you drive to buy it?" Weilan thought to herself, she didn't notice when he went out.
"Don't you like it? I just called the store and asked the store to deliver it." Paul said casually, without any need to explain how he did it. I believe it would be useful to mention Paul's name in City A.
Wei Lan curled her lips, thinking that power and power were indeed double-edged swords. Japanese restaurants in Paul's territory would always look at Paul's eyes.
But...he actually knew that she liked to eat Japanese food. She just said it casually when she went to eat with him last time. It had been so long, and he still remembered it.
"Why don't you eat?" Paul asked when he saw her lowering her head and not knowing what she was thinking.
Only then did Wei Lan come back to her senses, said lightly, then put a piece of sushi on Paul's plate and said, "This sushi is my favorite, you can try it."
Paul curled up the corner of his mouth, picked it up and took a bite. After chewing a few mouthfuls, he glared at Azure opposite: "Damn! Did you do this on purpose?!"
"What's wrong?" Wei Lan asked confused.
"Wasabi! I don't like wasabi the most." Paul's expression became ugly and anxious. His eyes started to moisten, and there was already liquid in his eyes. He was about to spit it out. He didn't even dip the sashimi in wasabi when he ate it.
Eat it, he can't stand the smell.
"Don't throw up! It was originally a mullet with mustard, but I couldn't bear to eat just this one. Don't throw up!" Wei Lan pointed at Paul's righteous order.
Paul is not a person who listens to other people's orders. Even if Dongfang Xiang orders him, he still has to look at the importance and accuracy of things. But now he looks at Wei Lan's serious look and adds what she said: Just one, she doesn't have one.
Willing to eat.
Paul held the sushi in his mouth that was full of wasabi flavor. After looking at Qi Lan blankly for a few times, he actually swallowed the food in his mouth with a frown on his face.
Weilan was a little surprised when she saw that he actually swallowed it. She just wanted to show off her power and didn't expect him to actually eat it. Looking at his painful expression, she had no doubt that he really hated wasabi, and...mullet wasabi sushi.
There's a lot of mustard in it.
"I will never buy you sushi again." Paul said angrily after drinking a large glass of water.
"You buy it and I eat it." Wei Lan said proudly, looking at his expression quite interesting.
"You mean you want to have dinner with me in the future?" Paul took advantage of the opportunity and looked at Wei Lan ambiguously.
Weilan suddenly felt embarrassed after what he said. She curled her lips and didn't dare to look at Paul or talk to him anymore. She lowered her head and continued eating.
When Paul said this, he knew that Wei Lan would ignore him, so he didn't feel anything.
After the meal, Wei Lan took the initiative to clear away the dishes. When Wei Lan walked out of the kitchen, she saw Paul reading a newspaper that was all in English.
"Do you read the English newspaper?" Weilan asked in surprise.
"I have already said that I am a cultured hooligan, not to mention that my years in the United States were not in vain." Paul raised his eyes and looked at Wei Lan proudly, with a lot of showing off in his eyes.
Only then did Wei Lan remember that, strictly speaking, Paul had lived more time in the United States than in China. He had only been in China after joining the Oriental Society.
"Give me clothes, I'm going home." Wei Lan said while standing.
"No." Because he was sitting, Paul had to look up at Wei Lan and answered her in a clear tone.
"You! You didn't ask your men to come and deliver clothes to me?" Wei Lan suddenly looked at Paul angrily, with complaints in her tone.
"I gave in, but there is something going on at the Oriental Society headquarters today, so I can't leave." Paul shrugged helplessly.
"You! Did you do this on purpose?" Wei Lan squinted at him, as if she wanted to see something from his eyes.
"If you don't believe me, you can leave now. I won't stop you." Paul said as if he meant what he said.
Wei Lan looked down at her clothes. She was wearing a men's white shirt on her upper body. However, her underwear was black again today, and she was wearing his baggy pajamas underneath. As a police officer with strict discipline, how could she look like this?
Can she go out?! Besides, Paul's villa area is far away from the city center, so she would have to walk a long way to take a taxi.
"Then give it to me." Wei Lan thought for a while and said to Paul a little embarrassedly.
"It was scratched when I picked you up last night, and I sent it for maintenance." Paul didn't lie. He was so anxious when he picked her up yesterday that he wiped off the paint on the left door while driving on the road.
Wei Lan looked at Paul suspiciously, mentally testing the authenticity of his words. After a while, she said again: "Don't you have other cars in your garage?" One time he went to the city bureau to find her, and he drove the car.
It's not the car he usually drives.
Also, when she left here last time, Paul drove out of the garage, and she clearly saw several cars parked in his garage.
"Those cars are usually not driven. Their tires have long been flat and they cannot be driven." Paul said calmly.
"Then what should I do?" Wei Lan asked, pointing to her nose.