The man is extremely elegant in both speech and action, and the clothes on his body seem to be out of place in the environment here.

When Yan Murong saw the man's face, he was also surprised for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.

"I said no, will you get out of here?" Yan Murong asked expressionlessly.

"You're still so cheap." The man said with a smile. "If I leave because of your refusal, wouldn't I be shameless?"

"That's so much nonsense, if you have a treat, I'll invite you to drink."

"Okay, I'm in for a treat." The man smiled and said as he looked at the young man sitting next to him who was a little overwhelmed. "Brother, excuse me, add another bottle of beer."

"Hypocrisy." Yan Murong pursed his lips and said.

It wasn't until the young man brought the beer that the man spoke. "Am I hypocritical? Aren't you hypocritical? ”

"At least better than you." Yan Murong grabbed the wine bottle and blew off half a bottle of beer in a big gulp before speaking. "Zheng Wuming, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, why did you come here? Don't tell me you want to eat barbecue - I'd rather trust Pan Jinlian Congliang than believe that you would eat this kind of food that only we eat in the lower ribs. Who are you Zheng Wuming Zheng Dashao, the first son of Yanjing. ”

Sitting next to Yan Murong was Zheng Wuming, God knows, he ran out so late, and he happened to meet Yan Murong with a heart, or by chance.

Regarding Yan Murong's sarcasm, Zheng Wuming seemed to be used to it, and instead of being as angry as before, he laughed.

"Yan Murong, can you go through your brain first when you speak? This will offend a lot of people. ”

"Cut-" Yan Murong pursed his lips disdainfully. "Who have you offended? Offended you? Indeed, I have offended you - even you are the first son of Yanjing, and I am afraid of offending others? - Why, you Zheng Da Shaoguang drinks and doesn't eat? It's hard to eat, isn't it? ”

"Come on, eat some, don't call me stingy." As he spoke, Yan Murong grabbed a handful of grilled oily mutton skewers and put them in front of Zheng Wuming.

Looking at the lamb skewers that were roasted full of oil and water, and there were some black ones, Zheng Wuming's brows furrowed.

Indeed, he really couldn't put his mouth at it.

This thing, smelling fragrant, but what it tastes like, hygienic or unhygienic, Zheng Wuming doesn't know.

In this regard, he is like a virgin ~ woman who has never been in the world, confused, hesitant, and even a little afraid of unknown things.

As the future helmsman of the Zheng family, he has lived a life of fine clothes and food since he was a child, this kind of roadside stall, even if he wants to eat, he will definitely jump out of a group of people, and persuade him not to eat it for various reasons.

"I don't dare to eat it if I know you." Seeing Zheng Wuming's embarrassed appearance, Yan Murong was very happy and laughed sarcastically. "That's why I say you're hypocritical, and that's not wrong at all."

"Who says I don't dare to eat it?" Zheng said namelessly.

It's hard to say anything else, but in this matter, Zheng Wuming had to be provoked by Yan Murong's success.

He Yan Murong can eat it, can't he eat it himself?

So, Zheng Wuming took out a white handkerchief from his pants pocket with extremely elegant movements, then grabbed the end of the iron chisel, and stared at the black mutton skewers for a long time before frowning, as if eating poison, and sent the top piece of meat into his mouth with a tangled face.

After chewing for a long time, Zheng Wuming's brows relaxed, and he no longer cared about the problem of appearance, he gulped down the skewers of mutton, and then, unsatisfied, grabbed a bunch and ate them again, until he wiped out all the skewers of mutton that Yan Murong had placed in front of him, and then he followed Yan Murong's example, grabbed the cold beer bottle and drank wildly.

"Hiccup—" After a long hiccups, Zheng Wuming burst out laughing. "Haha, yes, this thing is delicious, I have a bit of a liking for this kind of thing now, it seems that I should go out more when I have nothing to do in the future - I don't know who said it, food is in the folk, this is really true."

Regarding Zheng Wuming's words, Yan Murong was too lazy to take care of them.

What is food in the folk?

With a single word, this guy separated himself from the ranks of the people, and then flaunted himself to a very high height.

Are you still going to be shameless? Are you still going to be shameless?

"Boss, give this guy who is no longer in the world two strings of sheep kidneys." Yan Murong shouted loudly, and deliberately accentuated the two words "world".

"Why are you so strong? Don't you understand that sometimes, lowering your head appropriately is the most correct choice? Zheng Wuming looked at Yan Murong and said.

"Since you know everything, why don't you bow your head?" Yan Murong asked rhetorically.

"I can't bow my head." Zheng Wuming said. "If I bow my head, the Zheng family will never come out again."

"Idiot." Yan Murong said with a sneer. "And you're telling me that? Don't you think that makes it seem like you have a low IQ? ”

"Alright, stop talking nonsense." Yan Murong pointed to the two strings of sheep kidneys that had been sent and said. "Eat, isn't it food in the folk? This is a good thing, a big supplement, you eat more, eat more so that it is not easy to be weak, and your head can be raised higher. ”

Zheng Wuming didn't hesitate this time, like a little daughter-in-law, he ate the two strings of sheep kidneys in small bites.

"Tell me, what are you doing running in front of me at night?" Waiting until Zheng Wuming finished eating, Yan Murong asked. "Don't tell me it's a coincidence—I never believe in coincidences, and don't lower my IQ to yours."

Yan Murong's words were prickly, if it were someone else, it is estimated that he would have gone crazy on the spot long ago - but Zheng Wuming didn't want to be mad, in fact, he had been stimulated by Yan Murong to go crazy several times, but in the end they all ended in a fiasco, so he only thought that Yan Murong was farting, and didn't care about Yan Murong's words.

"Indeed, I came to you on purpose." Zheng Wuming said.

Since Yan Murong took the initiative to ask, Zheng Wuming didn't hide anything, grabbed a handkerchief and wiped the oil stains sticking to the corners of his mouth, looked at Yan Murong and said. "I just heard that you are in some trouble in Suzhou and Hangzhou."

"Oh?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and then, the corners of his mouth pulled an arc, and he looked at Zheng Wuming with a smile.

"Do you mean the yard, or the highway?" Yan Murong asked with a smile. "If you're here to apologize, I'm going to disappoint you - because I'm not going to accept your apology."

PS: I started coding words at 12 o'clock, a little more than three hours, and three chapters were out, I really admire myself. But I slept late last night, and now I'm sleepy, so I'm guilty, go to sleep first, and then continue to code words after I get up.