“Didn’t Gage tell you it’s okay?” Charity shifted her gaze to the paw on her shoulder.
“Isn’t this taking advantage of this opportunity?” Miguel sneered.
“…”
“Go away.” Charity said, rolling her eyes at him.
“Don’t go. It was done.”
“I guess so. Because the Patterson family dared to do this. There must be someone to blame. Also,
someone broke into my villa and stole some items.” Charity knew what he was thinking.
“What did the security guards at the door do?” Miguel inquired.
“It should have climbed in from the outside wall, and security guards can’t be everywhere at once.”
Charity was irritated because Chester had been arrested the previous time. After the trap was pinched,
she withdrew the trap, knowing that she would keep it secretly.
“I’ll ask the police come over here. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely bring you back what you lost.” Miguel said
sternly.
“I know what you want to say, you also have your own connections, you don’t need my help but we are
good friends. I saw it, and if you don’t help at all, that’s what kind of friends.” Miguel said immediately.
Charity stopped talking.
“I’ll go in and take a look.” Miguel said as he entered.
“Don’t look at it. I installed surveillance cameras in my home, and I can simply hand it over to the police
later. Have you eaten? I’ll cook.” Charity asked.
“Don’t. Stop cooking; I’ll do it.” Miguel said quickly.
He had eaten the meal prepared by Charity when he accompanied Charity to the northwest for charity
aid.
It’s too bad to eat.
What he eats has a psychological shadow.
“You’re a guest. cooking isn’t good for you.” Charity hesitated.
“Charity, what is your misunderstanding about your cooking abilities?”
Miguel entered the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves.
Men’s cooking is not the same as women’s cooking, especially when it comes to neatness.
Charity had no idea how other people cooked, but Miguel’s knife skills dazzled her.
It was obvious that she cut shredded potatoes, but Miguel cut a potato into shreds in less than a minute
every time she cut it slowly and thickly.
While cooking, the vegetables performed somersaults in the air before landing firmly in the pot. The
bronze man’s arms were also tightly crossed, revealing smooth muscle lines.
Charity has no idea how other men cook, but she thinks Miguel is quite attractive when he cooks.
“How is it, take a look.” Miguel noticed her leaning against the doorframe, looked at himself without
blinking, and couldn’t help but wink triumphantly with his left eye, “He’s handsome.”
“You were cooking right now it’s Very attractive…a little greasy.” Charity arched her brow.
“…”
Greasy?
Miguel’s smugness froze, and he was hit hard, “It’s greasy, so cooking can save fuel, right?”
“I see what you mean.” Charity gave a nod.
“OK, don’t stare at me, just leave me alone for a while.” Miguel motioned with his hand.
“OK, I’m kidding, a man who can cook is really attractive. Why are you so good at cooking?” Charity
asked, smiling.
“Cough, I was in the cooking class when I first joined the army. Every day, I cook for hundreds of
people. So what I’m best at is holding a gun and a spatula.” Miguel said bitterly.
“It’s fine.” Charity gave a nod.
“Whatever you want to eat in the future, come to me anytime, and I will cook it for you.” Miguel said
abruptly.
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