Eat while hot

Chapter 22

Xu Wanhe took Yang Moshu and dragged him outside the hotel before letting go.

Yang Moshu took a long breath, "What are you doing..."

Xu Wanhe took a puff of a cigarette, "Are you fucking blind, even that kind of virtue is handsome? Don't you think he looks impotent?"

Yang Moshu looked at him and somehow thought of penile cancer.

Thinking that Xu Wanhe Yintang's blackness is really the appearance of this kind of disease, so he didn't care about it as much as he did, "Didn't he open a room above, where is he going?"

A younger brother drove over and stopped in front of the two of them.

The person next to him bent down and opened the door.

Xu Wanhe bent slightly and got into the car, "Who the hell likes to stay in a hotel owned by a bitch, I'll go back to my place."

Seeing that the co-pilot was empty, Yang Moshu opened the door and prepared to get in the car.

"Such a big hotel is run by a woman... so capable..."

As a result, before the buttocks touched the seat, I heard a roar from behind,

"Come here!"

A younger brother hurriedly stepped forward to help Yang Moshu, "Brother, it's not a good position for you to be the co-pilot."

Yang Moshu was dragged and stuffed into the back seat, sitting next to Xu Wanhe, and looked up at him, "You are so angry all day, you must be very angry, are you constipated?"

The cigarette in Xu Wanhe's hand fell to the ground, "Your mother forced you to owe your bowels, didn't you?"

Yang Moshu looked at his watch, "It's one o'clock, I haven't eaten yet, I'm going to work later..."

Xu Wanhe had a cold face and an indifferent expression, "Don't go, help me to go shopping at the mall."

Yang Moshu frowned, "If I can't get the card, I have to deduct money. Besides, I didn't eat, so I don't have the heart to accompany you at all. You finished eating."

With a cold face, Xu Wanhe took out another cigarette, "What do you want to eat?"

Yang Moshu was taken aback, "Do you want to treat me to dinner?"

Xu Wanhe hooked the corners of his lips, "Hurry up, don't talk nonsense."

Yang Moshu thought for a while, "Go eat rice noodles! There is a super delicious one, I will take you there,"

Then he tilted his head and said to the driver, "There is a Yuying Road next to the True Love Union Hospital, and there is a rice noodle shop..."

Xu Wanhe was taken aback, "That house..."

Yang Moshu's mouth was drooling, "Really, it's so delicious, I guarantee you won't forget it once you eat it."

Xu Wanhe looked thoughtfully, "I used to eat at that restaurant, but I don't go there anymore."

"Why don't you go?"

"Because there were two people at the beginning, and then I was the only one left to go." Xu Wanhe came back to his senses, his eyes were angry, "Change another place! I don't want to go!"

Yang Moshu actually didn't quite understand the meaning of his words, but he could understand him by looking at his expression.

Yang Moshu had no appetite at all, "Forget it, I won't eat."

Xu Wanhe didn't notice his strangeness, and said in a deep voice, "Go to Yudingxiang, I'll take you to eat fugu."

Yang Moshu couldn't cheer up, "Do you want to poison me to death?"

Xu Wanhe ignored him, just silently lit a cigarette, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

In 10 minutes, the convoy arrived at the place.

Because the younger brother said hello in advance, the puffer fish bowl was served as soon as the two of them sat down.

Yang Moshu picked up a spoon and stirred in the milky white soup, took a sip casually, "It's delicious!"

The person sitting opposite frowned impatiently, "Eat quickly, there will be things to do later."

A look of joy appeared on Yang Moshu's face. While drinking the soup, he stared at the yellow socks exposed by Xu Wanhe, and his mood gradually improved. A waiter passed by with the leftover plate, and his walk became unsteady , the whole person struggled and fell backwards.

Yang Moshu's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he stabilized her arm as soon as he got up,

As a result, several dinner plates fell to the ground and were smashed.

The waiter blushed a little, facing Yang Moshu,

"Thank you."

Yang Moshu sat down again, "It's okay, don't take so much next time."

After finishing speaking, Xu Wanhe stared down at the ground, but it didn't look like he was looking at the plate, but a kind of hidden anger and silent demonstration.

Yang Moshu followed his gaze and found that there was a dish that was just right on his foot.

The waiter blushed even more, "I'm sorry sir, I'm really sorry..."

Before Xu Wanhe's little brother opened his mouth to curse, Yang Moshu sent the waiter away.

Then squatted down again, looked up at Xu Wanhe,

The man still had no expression on his face, just looking down at his greasy red leather shoes.

Yang Moshu was a little helpless, "Did she light your acupuncture point?"

Xu Wanhe looked up at him, "Who gave you the courage to let her go?"

Yang Moshu took out a tissue to shine his shoes, "I found that you are really narrow-minded, don't you just dirty the shoes, and it's over if you don't wipe them. Besides, I let her go because you didn't talk. The reflex arc is enough. Longer you."

Xu Wanhe held his breath in his heart, "You fucking..."

Yang Moshu interrupted him, "It's been wiped clean, isn't it all right?"

Xu Wanhe said coldly, "The socks are wet too."

Yang Moshu squatted down again, "Really?"

Then he looked around and found no one, so he took off Xu Wanhe's shoes.

It was found that the socks were really soaked in soup.

The two younger brothers who came in hurried forward, "Brother Xu, let me go out and buy you a pair..."

Xu Wanhe only looked at Yang Moshu, "Don't wipe it, take this off, it's really disgusting."

Yang Moshu held his breath, "Isn't that good, public places like this... By the way, you don't have smelly feet, do you?"

"|No!" Xu Wanhe wished he could kick him in the face, "Fuck! Hurry up and finish changing!"

Yang Moshu hurriedly pulled off the five-finger socks on his feet.

The socks were found to be discolored.

Xu Wanhe was also taken aback.

Yang Moshu felt in his heart that the gifts from Taobao were really bad, but he didn't say, "These socks are really good, and they have the effect of wearing them even if they haven't been worn. It's so cheap..."

Unexpectedly, Xu Wanhe didn't get angry, "No way, I remember that the brand you gave me was adidas, how could it still fade..."

Hearing what he said, Yang Moshu hurriedly took a look, and found that there was a light yellow LOGO on the bottom of the socks, but it was adivon, not adidas.

And the word didn't fade, leaving a blank space for the logo under Xu Wanhe's feet.

It's like it's stamped.

As expected, illiteracy is widespread in the underworld.

Yang Moshu felt a little sad.

Suddenly, I really want to follow this Adidas ace man for the rest of my life, and use my life's fashion efforts to exchange him for ten years of western style and high-end style.