Mu Yunfeng tugged at the collar and slowly swept over with an arrogant gaze, "I just stated an objective fact, you can be unhappy, but, you have to see yourself clearly." ”

Makes people look flat?

Zhao Zichuan was unconvinced, so he had to teach Mu Yunfeng a lesson.

He stood up and waved, "Okay, let's go." ”

After walking more than 30 meters along the street after getting out of the hot pot restaurant, Dashao Mu Yunfeng suddenly stopped, he frowned and asked, "Zhao Zichuan, you don't have a car?"

"Ah, no. "Zhao Zichuan didn't have a car, so he chased Lan Ya, went to the golf course, and drove a shared car.

Zhao Zichuan didn't feel ashamed, and explained very freely, "My career has just started, and if I have money to buy a car, it's better to keep it and give bonuses to employees." ”

Mu Yunfeng was stunned, and there was a hint of curiosity, "Since there is a lack of funds, why did Rong Lan's mansion give it away." ”

"That's love. Zhao Zichuan flew his eyes, and there was a taste of showing off.

He came to Mu Yunfeng's side and gossiped, "Watching the TV series, you wealthy families have no love at all, what kind of commercial marriage, transactional marriage, is it true." ”

Mu Yunfeng was offended, and said indifferently, "Rong Lan and I are love." ”

"Fart!" Zhao Zichuan poked on the spot.

He unceremoniously tore through Mu Yunfeng's disguise and sneered, "Maybe your family background is better, but Rong Lan doesn't look down on you at all." ”

"You should eat some arsenic. Coldly putting down the next sentence, Mu Yunfeng put his hands in his pockets and walked in front.

Zhao Zichuan felt that Mu Yunfeng was inexplicably happy at this moment, he shouted at Mu Yunfeng's back, and teased, "Do you know where to go to masturbate?"

Mu Yunfeng's mouth twitched and he stopped.

Seeing this, the corners of Zhao Zichuan's mouth flashed with a happy smile, he walked to Mu Yunfeng with his hands behind his back and swaggered, "Be good, take you to eat fragrant food and drink spicy food." ”

Lost, Mu Yunfeng meditated in his heart.

He glanced at Zhao Zichuan, and walked side by side with Zhao Zichuan in two quick steps.

Food stalls.

The hustle and bustle here is not bustling under the lights, but there is a bustle under the lights, and you can't see sincerity in your life.

Zhao Zichuan used the excuse of running into an acquaintance, went to the alley, and called out Linglong.

This time, Linglong didn't have any complaints, but was a little happy, "Childe, I saw that you were looking for things hard before, so I deliberately sorted your loot." ”

"Also, the enchantment time has increased to 6 hours, which is much more spacious. ”

Facing Linglong, Zhao Zichuan felt quite complicated.

Linglong is bloody with a sword and decisive in killing, but he is so dependent in front of himself, and this dependence is Linglong's trust in himself.

Linglong is still her benefactor.

But now, Linglong has become a bond between him and Lan Ya.

Do you want to choose?

Zhao Zichuan couldn't help but think of some pictures in his mind.

Never mind.

Don't want any of that.

Zhao Zichuan emptied the mess in his mind, a smile appeared on his face, he pointed to the food stall, and said in a relaxed tone, "Take you, eat fragrant and drink spicy." ”

As soon as Linglong appeared, Mu Yunfeng's face changed.

He, like Rong Lan, felt that Linglong was extraordinary at the first sight, "Who is this?"

"Good friend, she's the same as you, she's never jerked off. Zhao Zichuan was familiar with the road and found an empty table, open air.

Seeing the waiter hand over the menu, Zhao Zichuan pushed it back, "Six baked books, three spicy and three non-spicy." ”

When the waiter heard this, he covered his mouth and sneered, "It's real or fake, it's not okay to bake one?"

"Really, bake with confidence. Zhao Zichuan pointed at Mu Yunfeng, sarcastic, but also explained, "This is a big man, he has never eaten barbecue, he has to taste them one by one." ”

The waiter peeked at Mu Yunfeng and smiled shyly, "He's so handsome, can you help me get a prestige?"

"It's baked, help you. ”

"I take it seriously. The waiter peeked at Mu Yunfeng again.

Mu Yunfeng was a little unhappy when he saw that he had become a talking point for chatting and fart, and couldn't help but sarcastically say, "The degree of financial difficulties has reached the point where you need to save money?"

Zhao Zichuan glanced at his eyes and poured himself a glass of draft beer, "What you say is like what the emperor said, why don't you eat minced meat, stupid and ignorant." ”

"Skewers, called thrifty?"

"It's called life. ”

Saying that, Zhao Zichuan sat down next to Mu Yunfeng, pointed to the waiter's bright smiling face, and said, "She smiled at you, she smiled at you." ”

"In a high-end restaurant, the waiters serve with a smile one by one, and when they see people, they say, 'May I help you, si.'"

。 You think she is smiling at you, but in fact, she is smiling at the money in your pocket, and her service is also the money in your pocket. ”

"If I don't lick you comfortably, how can a steak be sold for 1500, a glass of lemonade, how embarrassed to ask you for 80." ”

Mu Yunfeng couldn't help frowning.

At this time, a big red flag stopped on the side of the road, and after the people in the car got down, the whole food stall was quiet.

For a moment, there was a hula.

Everyone seemed to hear the slogan, and they all stood up, some people gave way, some people saw that there were watermelon peels on the ground, ran over to pick them up, and quickly hid to the side.

"Old man Meng, at your age, don't eat barbecue, it's oily!"

"Professor Meng, slow down. ”

Zhao Zichuan also stood up, with respect in his eyes, he bumped Mu Yunfeng with his arm, "See, this is called respect, it has nothing to do with money." ”

"Professor Meng's ......"

"He's coming. Mu Yunfeng reminded in a low voice, and stood behind Zhao Zichuan in a proper manner.

At this moment, Mu Yunfeng's heart continued to ripple, and he asked himself, Mu Yunfeng could get the smiling face service of others, but he couldn't get such respect.

Compared to Professor Meng, what is Mu Yunfeng?

Nothing.

At this time, Mu Yunfeng's even more frustrated scene happened.

Professor Meng, who is unparalleled in the country, actually smiled charitantly, and stretched out his hand to Zhao Zichuan, "Little sir, old man, I am cheeky and come to ask for advice, whether the methods of traditional Chinese medicine to stop bleeding and seal the pulse can be popularized, and whether the traditional Chinese medicine methods for treating ankylosing spondylitis can be made public." ”

Zhao Zichuan came back to his senses at this time, "Hey, what are you talking about, you sit." ”

He was flattered, and quickly pulled a chair and wiped it for Professor Meng with his cuffs, "You open Chrysostom, I will hand in the report, and I need to come in person?"

"Urgent, the more you are a doctor, the more you know the mystery of Chinese medicine, but Chinese medicine is weak, and the inheritance is broken. ”

"Would you please come to the TCM hospital for a lesson?"

Wushuang Guoshi personally invited, Zhao Zichuan didn't have the slightest reason to prevaricate, got up and gave up, "I can't afford Mr. Meng Laosheng, say what's the matter, I'll do it immediately." ”

"That's it. Meng Lao smiled brightly, and his thin hand kept waving.

The person behind him, whose status should not be low, came up with a red certificate, "Honorary Professor of the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Meng Lao is 73 years old, and he can't put aside Chinese medicine in his heart." ”

What the.

This person speaks, and his emotions are not too high, like Tuogu.

Zhao Zichuan's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but pull up Professor Meng's pulse, and for a moment, his eyes were filled with anxiety, "This, what are you still tossing about in this situation." ”

In the midst of the nervousness, Zhao Zichuan didn't care about the thirty-seven twenty-one, and scolded the person who got the certificate, "Are you a guard or an assistant?

"I ......"

"I had to come. Professor Meng was well aware of his physical condition, but he had a free smile on his face.

He grabbed Zhao Zichuan's hand with his backhand, patted it lightly, and said, "I'm gone, that is, a life, Chinese medicine is gone, and the five thousand years of inheritance will be gone, since we have the inheritance, don't let it be broken in our hands." ”

When the oil runs out and the lamp is dry, I still think about the inheritance!

Zhao Zichuan revered and felt distressed in his heart, holding Meng Lao's hand, he blurted out, "You're fine, when my medical skills are promoted to the intermediate level, I can renew your life." ”

The middle-aged man who was reprimanded by Zhao Zichuan excitedly threw down the certificate in his hand, "Is this true?"

He grabbed Zhao Zichuan's other hand, "When will you reach the intermediate ......?"

"Huh?"

After speaking, the middle-aged man was stunned, "What is the intermediate level?"

Meng Lao didn't feel weird, his medical skills were intermediate, he had never heard of such a medical judgment, "Intermediate, it should be the unique medical skill classification of Mr. Xiao's master, right?"