"Blue Moon."

This is the name of the restaurant where Xue Wen invited Yan Murong to dinner. Although Yan Murong has always felt that this name is very similar to a bar, it is really a Western restaurant, and it is also of a very high grade, and there is no car parked at the door that is less than 500,000.

"That's not appropriate, right?" Yan Murong looked at the decorated and elegant small private room, and said with some hesitation. "You turned me from the third ring to the fifth ring road, you didn't want to do anything to me, right?"

"What do you want?"

Putting aside the shackles of work, Xue Wen seems to be a different person, speaking and doing things a lot more casually, and her personality has become lively.

"It's close to my house." Xue Min pursed her mouth and said. "Besides, if you don't sit inside, do you want to do outside? ――That's not good, my identity is not suitable to sit outside, what? You're a big man, and you're still afraid of being by me, what's wrong? ”

"Not necessarily." Yan Murong grabbed the menu on the table and said slowly. "The ancestors have all said, knowing people and faces but not hearts, you have abducted me so far, who knows if you will do something to me?"

"You're boring." Xue Wen said coquettishly. "I don't know how your wife likes you, and there are so many female fans who like you, it's really emotional."

"What? Do you regret inviting me to dinner? Yan Murong raised his head and asked with a smile on his face.

"yes, yes, I regret it." Xue Wen threw her bag on the table and stood up. "You order first, I'll go to the bathroom."

"He's a good host, but not a good actor."

Looking at the back of Xue Wen leaving, Yan Murong's mouth hung into an indifferent smile, and then he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and sent a text message out-

"Fifteen minutes, it seems that your physical condition is not very good." Yan Murong looked at Xue Wen who took out a tissue from her bag to wipe her hands and said. "How? Do you want me to show you this? ”

"Ah, I almost forgot you were a doctor."

Xue Wen didn't refuse, so she stretched out her arm like a snow-white lotus root and put it in front of Yan Murong.

"The pulse is a little messy." Yan Murong pressed two fingers on Xue Wen's wrist, always maintained an indifferent smile on his face, and said. "There are two possibilities, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Whatever." Xue Wen asked a little strangely. "Can't you check it out? How could it be two. ”

"There are two possibilities, indeed." Yan Murong withdrew his hand, stared at Xue Wen's watery eyes, and said. "The first is physiological disorders, which have something to do with your work, but it doesn't matter, haven't you already been to the hospital? It's not a serious illness, just do what the doctor says and you'll be fine. ”

"How do you know I've been to the doctor?" Xue Wen asked with a look of surprise.

"When you take the tissue." Yan Murong pointed to the bag on the table and said. "I saw that there was an examination slip from the gynecology department of Union Hospital."

"It's pretty good-looking." Xue Wen didn't look embarrassed, and asked expectantly. "What about the second one?"

"The second kind—" Yan Murong chuckled. "The second possibility is a weak heart."

"Weak heart? How can it be. Xue Wen said arguedly, but the fleeting panic in her eyes did not escape Yan Murong's eyes.

"Alright, listen to it yourself, your heart is beating faster." Yan Murong sneered and said. "Besides, the guy standing at the door shouldn't be a waiter, right?"

As soon as Yan Murong's words fell, the door of the private room was pushed open from the outside, and then, a familiar figure walked in, sitting directly next to Xue Wen, looking at Yan Murong without saying a word.

"It's you." Yan Murong chuckled.

"It's me." Chang Xiaopeng nodded expressionlessly.

"She's your woman?" Yan Murong pointed to Xue Wen, who was sitting next to her with her head down, and asked.

"Yes." Chang Xiaopeng answered Yan Murong's question briefly.

"I have to say, your vision is really bad." Looking at Xue Wen, Yan Murong sighed before saying. "See me in this way, what's the matter?"

"Something."

"Say!"

"Give me the antidote!"

"The beauty you think." Yan Murong smiled. "Chang Xiaopeng, although I don't know where you borrowed the courage to say these things to me, but you're not stupid - I think, there should be someone waiting for me outside, right?"

"My master is outside."

Chang Xiaopeng didn't hide it, and told the truth directly.

He's here for the showdown tonight, and there's no need to make those bends again.

"Your master?" Yan Murong looked puzzled, and soon came to his senses. "Oh, you're talking about the blind old man? This is a little interesting, I don't understand, that old man didn't even have a shadow when I hit last time, why did he suddenly jump out and trouble me? ”

"Give me the antidote." Chang Xiaopeng stubbornly looked at Yan Murong and said.

"If I don't give it, will the blind old man rush in and kill me?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"Yes." Chang Xiaopeng nodded. "I don't want to make trouble, I just need an antidote."

"It's embarrassing." Yan Murong looked confused. "My poison is expensive, and the antidote is even more expensive—why don't you let the blind old man in."

"What do you want?" Chang Xiaopeng didn't answer Yan Murong's words, stared at Yan Murong and asked rhetorically.

"If I said I wanted to know who made you do this, would you tell me?"

"No one." Chang Xiaopeng shook his head. "I'm afraid of death, and I'm not stupid enough to joke with my life."

"Then you have something else to do." Yan Murong nodded clearly, changed his words, and said. "Well, I've been in a pretty good mood these days, I don't want to be ruined by you like this - I can give you the antidote, but you have to exchange it for something."

"I don't have what you want." Chang Xiaopeng shook his head and said.

"I haven't said yet, how do you know if you don't?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"What do you want?"

"Do you want your woman or not?"

"She?"

"Yes, it's her, the dream lover of most men in China - no matter how you say that she is also my favorite host, I can't even look at it if she follows you so blindly."

"Okay, she's yours."

Chang Xiaopeng didn't even hesitate, he pulled up Xue Wen, who looked panicked and surprised, and pushed it into Yan Murong's arms.

"It's kind of interesting."

Yan Murong was also a little surprised, he didn't expect Chang Xiaopeng to agree so happily, smiled softly, and said. "Since you bring out what I want, then I can't let you down."

As he spoke, Yan Murong flicked his wrist as if by magic, and in the blink of an eye, there was a white porcelain vase only the thickness of a thumb in his hand.

"Rest assured, this is the real antidote." Looking at Chang Xiaopeng's obviously disbelieving expression, Yan Murong said with a smile. "Take it, you're free!"