Beer, barbecue, beautiful women - this is a life that every man expects to be able to get.

Think about it, there is a fairy-like woman sitting with you at a roadside stall eating barbecue and drinking beer, what man doesn't want such a life? However, in the eyes of most men, this is a luxury.

What are the criteria for women to find husbands nowadays? Rich second generation? Not necessarily, there are so many women in the world waiting to be married, and how many rich second generations in the world are enough for them? Therefore, they appropriately lowered the standard - there is no rich second generation, "paying the second loan" is okay, it doesn't matter if you don't have a house or a car, as long as you can afford the mortgage and car loan, they can also do it.

At this time, Yan Murong is the envy of many dicks~ silk.

Although it is already early winter, the weather in Yanjing is not cold enough to stay at home, so after dark, the business of barbecue stalls on the roadside is still booming.

Yan Murong sat at the table, drinking beer, and looked at Dong Wuyan, who was eating with a mouth full of grease.

"Is it delicious?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"Hmm—it's delicious, it's really delicious." Dong Wuyan replied vaguely while stuffing the lamb skewers into his mouth.

It is not an exaggeration to describe her as a princess. Born in a family like the Dong family, she has never lacked food or clothing since she was a child, let alone money to spend, she eats delicacies from the mountains and seas, lives in star-rated hotels and luxury villas, this kind of roadside stall, she has never even smelled it, let alone eaten it.

However, although Dong Wuyan has no image of eating with a mouth full of oil at this moment, it still can't hide the fact that she is a beauty. Many men who eat barbecue at the stall almost treat her as a snack, take a look at her and take a bite. Take another look and take another bite. Yan Murong had also noticed these for a long time, but since no one was looking for trouble, he didn't care about them.

"Boss, ten more strings."

After eating what she had in her hand, Dong Wuyan shouted at the boss who was busy in front of the oven, but her Mandarin with a strong Hong Kong accent attracted the attention of many people.

And at this time, a very dissonant voice also came out.

"Yo, it's still a Hong Kong girl. People say that they love Taiwan sisters, and I like Hong Kong girls. ”

Hearing this frivolous voice that obviously had a flirtatious taste, Yan Murong's brows couldn't help but wrinkle. Looking in the direction where the voice came from, he saw three young men in denim clothes with quite unique hairstyles sitting on a table not far away, staring at Dong Wuyan up and down.

The weather is getting colder, but women belong to the type that wants to be beautiful and not warm, Dong Wuyan is no exception, except for a small jacket on the upper body, the bottom is still wearing a sexy tight short skirt, but two black stockings are worn on the legs, which makes her a little more sexy.

Seeing that a few people didn't come over, and there was nothing too rude about what they said, Yan Murong didn't say anything, just glanced at a few people lightly, and then turned his head and continued to eliminate the barbecue on the plate.

"Sister, look at your boyfriend's cowardice, why are you still following such a man?" Seeing that Yan Murong didn't react, a young man with a shaved head like a skunk stood up, looked at Dong Wuyan and said. "Come, girl, come and have a drink with my brother, and wait for my brother to take you to the bar."

If it was just a little bit of a bargain just now, this time it was a flirtation and an insult - of course, it was Dong Wuyan who was molested, but it was Yan Murong who was insulted.

Arouse? This word made Yan Murong very angry, he had never been cowardly in the face of Zheng Wuming or in the face of people like Mitsui Yingjun, but now he was said to be cowardly by several bad young people, which made him a little annoyed. But before he could speak, he saw Dong Wuyan raise his hand, and then, a middle finger stood up.

Before Yan Murong went to Hong Kong, Dong Wuyan was the "first sister" in Hong Kong, she said that in the east, no one dared to run to the west, naturally, her temper was also quite hot, but she had followed Yan Murong for a long time, and she consciously restrained a lot, but in the face of this young man's exit flirtation, she still chose to use silent language to salute the other party.

"Holy shit, this little bitch has quite a bit of character."

The young man was visibly stunned, and then laughed and cursed. "Sit down, I'll go over and have a look." After speaking, he walked over to Yan Murong's side.

It will only be more than nine o'clock, which is the most popular time for the barbecue stall, and no one will stand up to stop it when they see a good show starting, and they all turn around, ready to see how this good show will develop.

"Niu'er, did you give me the middle finger just now?" The skunk head stood there as if he was deficient in calcium, looking like a hanger, looking at Dong Wuyan and said.

"Get out." Dong Wuyan didn't raise his head, spit out a word in a flat tone, and then took a few skewers of meat from Yan Murong's plate and continued to eat.

"Fuck, I really gave you face, didn't I?" Skunk Head was furious and slapped the table. But just when the palm was about to slap on the table, he suddenly found that the table moved strangely to the side, and then, the palm that fell quickly had a bye, and the center of gravity also drilled down to the table.

"Haha-"

This textbook dog eating shit fell to the standard - the butt was pouted high, and the action of hitting the ground with his face suddenly made the people around him laugh. Even Yan Murong was amused by this fall.

"Dude, I haven't even entered the lunar month yet, and the New Year is even earlier, so I'm in a hurry to kowtow?" Yan Murong teased.

Hearing Yan Murong's words, there was another burst of laughter around him, and the skunk head didn't care about the pain on his face, he quickly bounced off the ground, wiped a handful of nosebleeds, and glared angrily at Yan Murong.

"Who the told you to move the table?" The skunk head shouted at Yan Murong, and the other two young men also rushed over and stood next to him to support him.

"Shall I move the table?" Yan Murong chuckled. "I said buddy, if you want to wear a pair of glasses if you have bad eyes, do you blame others for taking a wrong shot?"

"Fart, if you don't move the table, can I shoot it empty? Will I fall if I don't shoot short? ”

"What do you mean by that?" Yan Murong said with an innocent face. "Let's sit here and have a good meal, you have to come over and shoot the table, who do you blame if you don't shoot it?"

"She doesn't give me the middle finger, can I come over? She doesn't scold me, can I slap the table? ”

"If you don't tease her, she'll give you the middle finger? If you don't come to find fault, she will scold you? ”

"Hahaha-"

Watching the two of them arguing here, the people around them laughed and almost got under the table.

These young people are unprofessional at first glance, and other professional gangsters have suffered such a big loss, how can they discuss right and wrong with you there? Regardless of right or wrong, the steel pipe and iron chain watermelon knife have been cut over.