Looking at Duan Chenxu's appearance, Yan Murong knew that this kid was not a peaceful master.

If you come, you will be safe, Yan Murong pulled Duan Chenxu and walked towards the store, that group of young people are just students of technical schools, it is okay for them to play prestige and bully people in school, once they suffer losses outside, they don't have the courage to come back and find fault.

The fight just now didn't cause the small shop to lose anything, just smashed a few beer bottles and overturned a few chairs, and the people inside and outside the store seemed to be used to this kind of thing, and didn't seem to be too panicked, what to do or what to do.

The owner of the shop is a middle-aged man in his forties, with dark skin and a very honest appearance, who looks like a coolie outside, and he is accompanied by a middle-aged woman, who is about the same age as him, who looks like his wife, with an apron with hair oil tied around his waist, but his belly bulges behind the apron, and it seems that he has been pregnant for four or five months.

Seeing that the protagonist who had fought just now was back again, the man was a little overwhelmed, looked at Duan Chenxu, and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

"Boss, another forty meat skewers and ten chicken wings, it's a little bit like his stuff." Yan Murong could see that the man was a little nervous, so he opened his mouth first and said. "Don't worry, those thugs won't come back."

"Wait a minute." The boss answered, and asked the woman next to him to write down the things Yan Murong ordered, and then returned to the back kitchen and started to get busy.

This store is very small, it was originally a ramen restaurant, and there were only six tables in it, and there were no people in it at all, most of them chose to sit outside eating barbecue and bragging, Yan Murong was afraid that Su Qingwu would freeze, so he chose to sit in the house.

Finding a place to sit down, Yan Murong looked at Duan Chenxu, and then at the girl who was sitting next to him with her head bowed, a little overwhelmed, and asked with a smile. "Tell me, how did you come to this place to eat at night? Can't you go to a better place even if it's a date? I think it seems that you have a lot of living expenses, right? ”

"It's gone." Duan Chenxu whispered, secretly glanced at the girl beside him, and said. "Master, I gave her all the living expenses you gave, her mother is very sick and needs money."

"You're kind." Yan Murong smiled and began to look at the girl who made Duan Chenxu help and make her head bleed.

The girl looks a few years older than Duan Chenxu, about twenty years old, a white and pure melon seed face is not like a current girl, even her own mother can't recognize it, and her long black hair is tied into a ponytail, but it looks extraordinarily innocent - at least Yan Murong thinks that this girl is much better looking in braids than Hua Wrong. He couldn't figure it out, that thing was obviously a man, and he didn't take the artistic route, so why did he have to tie a braid.

The clothes on the girl's body are also decent, and a guy like Yan Murong, who is used to wearing street stalls, can see at a glance that her clothes will not exceed three hundred yuan, and they are all cheap.

"Master, what are you looking at?" Seeing Yan Murong looking at the girl beside him, Duan Chenxu asked strangely.

"She's sick." Yan Murong opened his mouth and said.

"Huh?" Duan Chenxu was stunned for a moment, and he was a little confused by Yan Murong's inexplicable words.

"Ahh Yan Murong said with a smile. "I mean, this girl has a physical illness, and it's genetic."

"Xiaoying, are you really sick? - No, no, I mean, your body? Duan Chenxu reacted, grabbed the girl named Xiaoying, looked at her eagerly and asked.

"I- I have asthma." The girl's face turned a little pale, and she looked at Duan Chenxu and said timidly. "I didn't mean to hide it from you, it's just- it's just that you've helped me so much, and I don't want to trouble you anymore."

"What are you talking about?" Duan Chenxu was also anxious, and just wanted to grab her wrist to check his pulse, he remembered that Yan Murong was still beside him, turned his head, looked at Yan Murong and said urgently. "Master, you save her, I know your medical skills are good, you help save her."

"No, I don't save it." Unexpectedly, Yan Murong rejected Duan Chenxu's request.

"Master, you-"

"Don't worry." Yan Murong waved his hand, interrupted Duan Chenxu's words, and said. "I said no, I want to leave her to you to save."

"Me?" Duan Chenxu's head was foggy. "But I can't now."

"I know you can't do it right now." Yan Murong smiled and said. "Her illness is not serious, there is no problem in living for decades, but it is difficult to get rid of asthma as a disease, even if I treat it, I can't cure it in a few years, so you learn slowly, and when you learn it, you can naturally cure her disease."

"Is she really okay?" Duan Chenxu asked with some disbelieving.

"Can I still lie to you?" Yan Murong said with a smile, pointing to the meat skewers that had already been served. "Alright, eat it while it's hot, and when you're done, go back and deal with your head."

As he spoke, Yan Murong picked up a skewer of meat and handed it to Su Qingwu, and then grabbed another handful and began to feast on it.

At this moment, there was a noisy sound outside, and then, the door of the small shop was pushed open, and it was none other than the young people who were beaten away by Yan Murong just now. It's just that there is a dense group of people outside, who seem to be students of technical schools, and there are as many as twenty or thirty people.

"Master, what should I do?" Duan Chenxu asked a little nervously.

"Sit down and eat yours." Yan Murong smiled indifferently, and his ass didn't mean to leave the chair at all. "This time I'm really blind, these little guys really dare to come back. Okay, I'll help you review the lesson I've just taught you later. ”

Although there are many people on the other side, they are all students of technical schools, of course Yan Murong doesn't care, sometimes, fighting doesn't work by relying on a large number of people. It's the 21st century, and no matter how much you know a little ruffian, you can't become a leader, and no matter how many people there are, your strength will be in vain.

"Little brothers, a few little brothers have something to say."

At this time, the proprietress with a big belly walked out in a hurry, looked at the leading young man with a pleading face and said. "This is a small business, we can't afford you to make such a fuss, please, don't fight."

"Fuck off, don't fucking pretend to be a good person here, why didn't you just say it when he hit us?" The young man in the lead was the guy who had his wrist off by Yan Murong, and when he heard the persuasion of the proprietress, he was immediately furious, raised his foot, and kicked it directly.

The proprietress let out a cry of pain, and her body fell straight to the ground, but at this time, Yan Murong's face was gloomy.