In the end, Yan Murong's wish still failed to come true, and after Su Qingwu ran to get him a bowl of millet porridge, he went out directly to the company on the grounds that he had woken up and had nothing to do. However, when it was close to noon, an unexpected visitor came - Ning Kun actually came to the door with a large bag to see him coming.

Although the two of them are now cooperating in the affairs of the Chinese Medical Union, they are basically busy in the early stage, playing their own games, usually unless there is something big, otherwise there is not even a phone call, he came to see him, which surprised Yan Murong. Moreover, this product also brought a gift - a watermelon.

"Yo, and what about the gifts?" Yan Murong didn't even bother to get up from the bed, so he hid in the quilt, looked at Ning Kun who was carrying the bag in his hand and smiled. "You'd rather be worth a lot of money, right? Come and see the doctor and get a watermelon? What a shame it would be to spread it. ”

"I've lived so big, the only thing I've done wrong is to be an enemy with you." Ning Kun smiled bitterly, and without Yan Murong speaking, he put the watermelon on the ground, pulled a chair and sat down. "I have a lot of money, but it has nothing to do with what kind of gift I give, right? Haha, besides, what season is it now, it's winter, and this out-of-season fruit is not cheap, this watermelon is only a few dollars in summer, right? Now it's more than 200. ”

"I don't see it, you can talk with this mouth." Yan Murong smiled slightly, and then asked. "Why are you here?"

"Why can't I come?" Ning Kun also smiled. "It's all in the same yard, it's normal to hang out of doors, right? Besides, we are also a cooperative relationship - I came a few days ago, and you haven't woken up yet, no, I just heard that you woke up, so I came. ”

"You're really well-informed."

"Okay." Ning Kun smiled and changed the subject. "To be honest, you really scared me this time, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to do it. It's just, your hair—"

Speaking of this, Ning Kun immediately stopped, and seemed to realize that he had mentioned something that he shouldn't have mentioned.

"Pretty handsome, huh?" Yan Murong didn't care, when he was in the bathroom, he had already seen the change in his hair.

He mobilized a large number of functions of his body to stimulate internal strength to save Luohan, and the sequelae were not without sequelae, except for half a month of sleep, even his hair turned into black silk mixed with a lot of silver hair, which looked like wearing a head covering.

However, according to the current aesthetic standards, this is nothing at all, and most little girls still like such alternatives.

In these years, young people are embarrassed to go out without dyeing their hair, wearing earrings or something--if you talk about it, Yan Murong's black and white hair is more individual, and it has not been damaged by any chemical agents.

"It's handsome." Ning Kun nodded and said. "Yes, it's popular now."

"Okay, tell me why you're here?" Yan Murong smiled and asked. "Don't say you're here to visit the sick."

"Am I so unbearable in your heart?" Ning Kun said with a wry smile. "What does it have to be for?"

"Well, don't talk with that expression." Yan Murong trembled all over, and his face was disgusted. "Look at you like this, people who don't know still think that you confessed to me and made me refuse."

"Your mouth—" Ning Kun smiled helplessly, and then said. "Anyway, I really have something to do with you—how's that? Is it the way to go? Let's go out for dinner in the evening. ”

"Who's in for a treat?"

"Chang Xiaopeng." ――

In the afternoon, the sky turned dark and oppressive, and in the evening, Yanjing's first sleet of the year fell.

Boya Xuan, the name sounds like a bookstore, but it is an authentic Sichuan-style hot pot restaurant, the location is prosperous, the store is also large, and the consumption is still popular, so. There are quite a few people who come here to eat. Eat a hot pot in winter, which is comfortable from the inside out.

"Welcome." As soon as I walked into the hall, the waiter greeted me with a smile, and after saying hello, he said apologetically. "Two guests, I'm really sorry, there are no empty tables now, why don't you two wait?"

"It's set, Plum Hall." Ning Kun raised his hand to pat off the ice slag on his clothes and said with a smile.

"Okay, you two, please come with me." The waiter nodded, then turned around and led the way.

The scale of this hot pot restaurant is very large, with a total of three floors, the first and second floors are halls, and the third floor is the eight private rooms of spring, summer, autumn and winter, Meilan Zhuju, and the place where Chang Xiaopeng entertains guests is the Mei Hall.

Bringing the two to their positions, the waiter knocked lightly on the door and turned to leave.

Pushing the door in, Yan Murong was stunned, the emotion Chang Xiaopeng invited not him and Ning Kun, but someone else.

As soon as the two entered the room, the atmosphere suddenly quieted down, and everyone's eyes focused on the two of them.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Ning Kun's brows couldn't help frowning, and then he stretched out, looked at Chang Xiaopeng and said. "Xiaopeng, you're not authentic, you didn't come yet, you started, you want me to eat leftovers with Murong?"

It sounded like Ning Kun was joking, and he was smiling, but Chang Xiaopeng knew that this was Ning Kun's dissatisfaction again.

What is a circle ~ sub? It's a big circle, and there are a lot of people gathered in it, and everyone's status is extremely similar, so it's fun to play together. Similarly, there are unwritten rules in the circle~.

Whether it's good or bad, it's an infighting in the circle, even if you lose the fight, it's not a shame, it's a big deal to find the field next time. Obviously, except for Chang Xiaopeng, the other people are not people in the circle~, and Ning Kun and Yan Murong opened the banquet before they arrived, which is a loss of face.

"Ning Shao has wronged us." Chang Xiaopeng laughed, stood up, and took the initiative to greet him. "Isn't that hot? If you don't have it, can we have a table? ”

Yan Murong didn't speak, but kept looking at Chang Xiaopeng, what made him very incomprehensible was that this guy's family was not short of money, so he couldn't go to find a Goryeo stick for plastic surgery?

The last time I saw Chang Xiaopeng, he went to pick up his hamstrings, isolated for so long, Chang Xiaopeng has been able to walk on the ground, but the sequelae still left some, and when he walked, he felt that his left foot was one meter six and his right foot was one meter seven.

Yan Murong is not an immortal, it is good to be able to connect the hamstrings that have been broken for so long, can you still expect to be okay at all? It's just that tonight's guest invitation made Yan Murong inexplicable. He doesn't hate himself, even if he still treats him. What's going on?

Just when Yan Murong was thinking about the purpose of Chang Xiaopeng's treat, he was pulled by Ning Kun's sleeves, and when he turned his head, he saw Chang Xiaopeng's face like the surface of the earth looking at him with a smile, and at the same time stretched out a hand.