Eat while hot

Chapter 23

Xu Wanhe was not very happy, "Okay, okay, let it be like this, don't want it, throw it away."

When Yang Moshu heard this, he got up and took Xu Wanhe's shoes, and threw them out with a sudden force.

And almost hit the waiter.

Yang Moshu hurriedly apologized, patted the ashes on his hands, and sat down to continue drinking soup.

Xu Wanhe stretched out his feet and looked at him,

"I fucking told you to throw away my socks, you threw away my shoes, how do you want me to walk back?"

Yang Moshu looked at the small ball of socks that had been taken off on the ground, "You didn't make it clear... I thought you thought your shoes were dirty..."

Then he muttered in a low voice, "I gave you those socks."

A lot of boys in black sunglasses came in from outside the speaking room, the leader still held a shoe in his hand, all of them looked solemn, as if the boss was so fucked that even the shoe flew out.

Seeing that nothing was going on inside, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Xu, your shoes."

Xu Wanhe lifted his foot slightly, and the younger brother squatted on the ground knowingly and helped Xu Wanhe put on the socks.

Xu Wanhe kicked him, "Fuck, put on your shoes."

Yang Moshu glanced at him, "Wear leather shoes to cover your feet without socks."

When the younger brother saw it, he gave the people behind him a wink, "Go, buy a pair of socks."

Xu Wanhe waved his hand and frowned,

"Trouble, that's it, let's go."

Seeing him get up, Yang Moshu knew that he couldn't continue eating, so he had to follow him.

Little Yellow Sox was kicked aside, and stepped on a few times by those who passed behind.

Yang Moshu saw it and didn't say a word, just looked down at his watch,

"I'm going to work, I have to go."

Xu Wanhe didn't turn her head back, she glanced at the people next to her,

"You, drive him back."

Yang Moshu looked at his back, and suddenly didn't want to follow him at all, thinking that he would die in this life.

Xu Wanhe stopped for a while before getting into the car, and looked back at Yang Moshu,

"I'll pick you up after get off work."

Yang Moshu ignored him, and directly led his younger brother into another car.

When he was sitting in, he sneaked another glance at Xu Wanhe.

As a result, Xu Wanhe was long gone.

I don't know if he was angry with him, but Yang Moshu himself was very angry.

Come when you call, go when you drink.

When I was sent back to the unit, the time to check in was just right.

Yang Moshu saw a few patients in the afternoon, and called a friend again while he was free, and made an appointment for a time and place, saying that they would go out for dinner together in the evening.

When it was almost time to get off work, Yang Moshu turned off his phone and stood by the window looking for it for a long time.

Sure enough, there was a car parked in front of the hospital, it was a modified Forester.

Yang Moshu was relieved, went downstairs and slipped out through the back door of the hospital, and went straight to the small restaurant that he had made an appointment with a friend.

The man arrived quite on time, and the two of them ordered a small private room, a few dishes of side dishes, and two catties of white wine, and sat and drank for most of the night.

The person opposite drank too much and cried until he blew his nose and complained about a scum until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. Later, he couldn't drink anymore, so Yang Moshu helped him back home.

After finally settling the drunk man, Yang Moshu turned on his phone.

There were indeed a few missed calls, although not too many, but at least there were two, the last one was called at [-] o'clock in the evening, and the display name was Xu Xiaomei, and it disappeared after that.

Yang Moshu took advantage of the strength of the wine, strolled along the street and walked back.

As a result, before he got home, he was stopped by a luxury car.

The person who came down from above was tall and tall, with a straight face, and tilted his neck with the people behind him, "Take it away."

Yang Moshu was taken aback, took two steps back reflexively, and handed over the remaining 50 yuan in his pocket, "Brother, it's all here, so I'll pretend I didn't see anything, and I won't call the police."

The man raised his head slightly, with heavy shadows on his face, "Stop talking nonsense."

After he finished speaking, two big men came up to hug Yang Moshu. Yang Moshu was about to struggle, but just as he lifted his legs, his hands were cut behind him and thrown into a car behind him.

The back seat of the car was pitch black, and there was a small thing curled up on it, which seemed to be sleeping.

Yang Moshu's hairs stood on end, "What exactly do you want to do?"

The person in the driver's seat gave him a cold look, "I can only blame you for finding the wrong man?"

Yang Moshu looked at this person, and suddenly remembered that this was the person he met with Yang Lu that day, who fought with that transgressive man in the hall of the East China Sea.

"It's you... are you taking me as a hostage?" Yang Moshu's face was covered with cold sweat, "Xu Xiaomei? I don't know him well... I don't even know how old he is, I only know how old he is... have slept with him Are you going to be implicated too? Then why don't you grab his pillow and quilt?"

Fei Qi didn't bother to talk to him, so he just made a phone call,

"Brother Tang, the person has been found, and he will fall down immediately."

Yang Moshu started to get scared, "What do you guys think..."

Before the words could be spoken, something was stuffed in front of her. It was yellow and looked like a sock.

His hands were also tied, and he was pushed hard, so he nestled with the child in the back seat.

After driving for about 15 minutes, the car stopped in front of a villa.

Yang Moshu straightened up with great difficulty, and saw that the headlights were turned on outside, and more than a dozen people got out of the car and surrounded the villa.

The man standing in the middle had a very pale face, reflected by the light, as if he had applied a layer of honey powder.

Tang Ziyan hooked the corners of his lips, and smiled at the villa,

"Your wife and children are in my hands, why don't you come out quickly?"

As soon as Yang Moshu's teeth loosened, the little yellow socks fell out of his mouth.

"Ah? Are you talking about me?"

Fei Qi glanced at him, "Nonsense."

Hearing what he said, Yang Moshu hurriedly lowered his head to see if the children around him looked good.

As a result, the child was as black as charcoal, and his clothes were also dirty.

The corner of Yang Moshu's mouth twitched slightly.

The kid knew who it was at a glance.

The door of the villa opened with a bang, and a dry old man came out, black and thin, with white hair, carrying a submachine gun, red on the upper body and green on the lower body, shiny leather shoes, angry with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Fuck your mother, let Xiao Yang and my son go! Otherwise, I will kill you today!"

Only then did Yang Moshu realize that his hair had also turned gray.

As if suddenly understood something.

It turned out that the two were really together.

It's been a lifetime.

When his hair turned white and his face was wrinkled, this man still called himself Xiao Yang.

Yang Moshu was about to shed tears, "Xiaomei...I'm here...my child and I are fine...I'll deal with Tang...you go back and cook the meal..."

"Eat an egg," the old man Xu growled, "I'll eat this bastard Tang Ziyan after I finish cleaning up. By the way, I bought you your favorite food and put it in the refrigerator..."

Yang Moshu woke up laughing on the spot.

It was only after seeing the person sleeping soundly in front of him that it was a dream.

Then he rolled his eyes at the void angrily, got up and went to the counter to pay.

After beating him until he woke up, Yang Moshu and his friends supported each other and went out to take a taxi on the road.

During this period, Yang Moshu thought about the mobile phone, so he turned on the mobile phone.

As a result, the text messages of missed calls are endless.

The drunk man couldn't bear it any longer, so he leaned on Yang Moshu's shoulder and retched, "I really want to vomit..."

Yang Moshu kept repeating to him, "Wait a minute, the car will be here soon, hey, a taxi is here."

The car stopped in front of the two of them, and Yang Moshu held his friend's arm and explained the address of his friend's house to the taxi driver.

But after talking, the taxi driver didn't move.

The face is also very smelly.

Yang Moshu's tongue is a bit big,

"You... what... what do you mean?"

Xu Wanhe didn't look for him on purpose, but was so annoyed that he couldn't sleep, he was driving around the city, and unexpectedly saw this kid flirting with people on the street.

Maybe it was because he was in a bad mood, and Xu Wanhe didn't want to be let off by him for no reason.

Reassuring himself that he didn't really care, throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, Xu Wanhe got off the car and grabbed Yang Moshu's collar, lifted him up, and lifted him up.

"You're fucking playing with me!"