Chapter 1702： Master Qi rudely tore off Gongjue's gloves

Gu Qiqi just touched Gong Jue's wrist.

Gong Jue shrank his hand suddenly!

However, Gu Qiqi still keenly noticed that Gong Jue was still wearing military gloves!

Although it's very cold in winter, it's not cold indoors. With the heater on, it's as warm as spring, OK?

And Gongjue had never seen him wearing military gloves at home before.

Although Gong Jue has always had a habit of cleanliness, he did not pay attention to the habit of cleanliness. Where did those hands touch her?

Are you actually wearing gloves at home now?

It's really weird, very eye-catching.

Gu Qiqi suddenly remembered that he seemed to have worn gloves frequently since getting up in the morning two days ago.

And they didn't do that shy thing last night, so she really didn't remember whether Gong Jue also slept with gloves at night.

Should a stupid man...

She frowned!

"Did you hurt your hand when cutting vegetables and don't want me to know?" Gu Qiqi guessed confidently.

The corners of Gong Jue's lips twitched.

"Nothing, don't guess randomly." He looked straight at Gu Qiqi, looking very calm.

Originally, he didn't lie, he didn't hurt his fingers by cutting vegetables.

Gu Qiqi glanced at him suspiciously again: "Then why you can't make dumplings while evasive and twisted? No injury, pretend to be injured, escape from work? Despise you!"

Gong Jue: "I'm not..."

As soon as he was about to explain, Gu Qiqi had already stretched out his hand directly, caught off guard, and simply and roughly pulled off one of his gloves!

Gongjue is going crazy!

How could the once gentle and lovely little daughter-in-law be more arrogant than him now.

It's okay not to learn, but to learn his simple and rude.

At this moment, Gu Qiqi was holding his gloves, holding Gong Jue's slender and clean hands, and looked back and forth several times.

"It's not hurt...Isn't it good..." she muttered, "Then what are you doing wearing gloves if you are okay?"

Gong Jue: "..."

He was a little bit sour and couldn't speak to her.

After the intense exercise that day, signs of wolves suddenly appeared. Although they disappeared automatically, he was worried that one day he would suddenly appear again. Gu Qiqi was scared, so he just wore gloves just in case.

Because it was just a precautionary measure, Gu Qiqi took off his gloves. Of course, nothing was abnormal.

But Gu Qiqi is a curious baby.

She didn't find the answer and would not give up.

Looking up and down Gongjue, she suddenly woke up: "Jue, have you been at home these days, feel too bored and miss your soldiers? So... put on your gloves to remember the days in the army?"

If so, it's really sad.

Alas, Gong Jue is destined to be a man who does big things, so I will kiss me and me at home every day with her, and live a comfortable and comfortable life. Will it become aggrieved and unhappy after a long time?

Where did Gu Qiqi know that she was thinking too much!

However, Gong Jue couldn't explain to her.

Just squeeze a few words from the corners of the lips: "No...Yes."

I'm sorry, I don't want you to worry about it.

As everyone knows, Gu Qiqi has already made up his mind at this moment. On New Year’s Eve, in addition to making Gongjue the fragrant shepherd’s purse dumplings by himself, he also has to find a way to invite Gongjue’s most powerful and trustworthy subordinates to dinner together. Gong Jue can feel the warmth and fighting spirit of his former comrades...

Join the army for a day, and be a soldier for life! She understands!

After all this tossing, Gong Jue took off his gloves, and simply did not refuse, and joined the ranks of making dumplings.

Three people wrapped up quickly.

A total of hundreds of them were packaged.

After half cooking, there are more than fifty left.

Gu Qiqi quick-frozen the remaining dumplings, packed them in fresh-keeping boxes, sealed them in ice bags, and called a courier to pick them up.

When filling out the express delivery form, Gong Jue found that the address Gu Qiqi had filled in... Why did it look so familiar?

Actually...