"Brother, why don't you know how to hide." Yan Tong said with a wry smile while driving. Looking at the two red and swollen blood marks on Yan Murong's arm, Yan Tong couldn't help but shudder. "Besides, my sister-in-law is also beautiful and has a good family background, so you are not satisfied."

Although the brothers have not seen each other for more than ten years, their relationship is very good, and there is no strangeness. Therefore, Yan Tong just said what he had directly.

"Don't ask, it's really hard to explain." Yan Murong said with a wry smile.

"Okay, don't ask." Yan Tong smiled, and while driving, he looked at Yan Murong and asked. "So where are we going now?"

"Let's go to the bar." After thinking about it, Yan Murong said. "I've heard that this place is sometimes heaven and sometimes hell - I rarely go there, and I don't have much chance to go, so I'm going to hell tomorrow, so get used to it in advance."

Yan Tong smiled dumbly, his cousin is too different, and he doesn't know what he thinks, don't let such a beautiful wife go.

"Okay, let's go to the bar." Yan Tong smiled and said. "But I'm not familiar with Yanjing, so I come to see my grandfather a few times a year, and I don't go out to play much, so let's go wherever we go."

After driving around for more than ten minutes, the two stopped at the door of a bar called "Forget Love".

Led by the waiter, the two came to a table and sat down. It's still early, there is only one female singer on the stage singing some love songs, and the really crazy nightlife has not yet begun, so the two are not interested in going to see the performance on the stage, just ask for two bottles of beer, and chat about some family things while drinking.

And Yan Tong seemed to be very interested in Chinese medicine, and pestered Yan Murong to ask a lot about Chinese medicine.

"Hitomi-chan, you run an Internet company, and you always ask me what I'm doing? Want to change careers? Yan Murong asked jokingly.

"What a change?" Yan Tong smiled and said. "I just saw what you did on TV and in the newspapers, so I asked curiously-brother, did you really rely on acupuncture to cure people?"

Yan Tong is very curious about this, so many researchers have no choice, he can cure people with silver needles alone, this is really incredible. People have a strong curiosity about incredible things.

"So far, it does." Yan Murong nodded and said.

"Brother, cow." Yan Tong smiled. "That's all right, admiration, admiration - then, can you cure these diseases of cancer too?"

"Cancer?" Yan Murong was dumbfounded. "What do you want? Also cure cancer? ”

"Can't you?" Yan Tong said suspiciously. "You look at the newspapers and on TV, do you know what they call you? Call you a divine doctor, isn't the divine doctor omnipotent? ”

"You've read too many novels, haven't you?" Yan Murong was immediately happy. "Divine doctor, that's a divine doctor, not an immortal."

"Cancer is still in the medical field, and it is also a difficult project to overcome in the medical field, and I am sure that it can be cured in the early stage, but in the advanced stage, after the cancer cells spread, let alone a miracle doctor, even if the real gods come, it will not be able to save life."

"I can find a way to get the virus out of a patient's blood through a silver needle, but I don't have the ability to get out the organs that have spread to the cancer cells -- if I take the human body out of the body, will he still be alive?"

"Hey, too." Yan Tong smiled, and also felt that the question she asked was a bit silly.

"Bang!"

Yan Tong was about to say something more, when she heard the sound of a wine bottle smashing to the ground and shattering from the direction of the bread room in the bar, followed by a man's scolding and a woman's crying.

"Pretend, pretend, what a pure thing, fuck, being a waiter in a place like this - it's a waiter who sounds good, isn't it actually a guy who sells it?" A man's scolding voice came from inside the box. "No matter which bar Lao Tzu goes to, those managers don't come to see Lao Tzu one by one, what kind of outfit do you come out to sell? When you become a~ you still want to set up an archway? ”

"I'm not, I'm really not, I'm just a waiter." The woman cried and explained aggrievedly. And the manager of the bar, a man in his forties, also walked over, and without asking, he directly counted the beaten waitress, and then gave her two choices, either sing with the other party, or get out of the house immediately.

When he heard the manager call the waitress's name, Yan Murong stood up with a "hoof".

"Brother, what are you going to do? It can't be that you want to play some hero to save the beauty, right? Yan Tong also stood up, grabbed Yan Murong and asked.

"It was my student who was beaten." Yan Murong explained.

They weren't nosy people, and when they heard the waitress's voice, they felt as if they had heard it somewhere, and when the bar manager called out the name, he was sure that he did know the waitress - it was a female student in his class, Zhao Xin.

"Then go ahead." When Yan Tong heard Yan Murong say this, she didn't stop him.

When Yan Murong and the others came to the door of the private room, they saw that the waitress who was beaten was indeed their student Zhao Xin.

At this time, Zhao Xin was standing there with an aggrieved and hesitant expression, there were a few bright red finger prints on his originally beautiful face, and half of his face was already swollen.

"Zhao Xin." Yan Murong shouted.

"Huh?" Zhao Xin was stunned for a moment, raised his teary eyes and looked over, and when he saw that it was Yan Murong, he was directly stupid.

Teacher Yan? Why is he here?

"Look at it, it's not enough." Yan Murong shouted to Zhao Xin, who was looking at him in a daze.

"Who the are you?" Before Zhao Xin could speak, a young man in his twenties came out of the private room, looked at Yan Murong with an arrogant face and asked.

Yan Tong just wanted to speak, but was stopped by Yan Murong, he didn't want to talk to the other party at all, just take Zhao Xin away.

"You're looking for a fight, aren't you? Our brother Fang asked you something. Seeing that Yan Murong didn't speak, a guy who followed the young man who seemed to know that he was a dog's leg questioned Yan Murong.

Yan Murong still didn't speak, but just beckoned to Zhao Xin again.

"Liangzi, what do you shout, this kind of person likes to pretend to be forced, don't delay your efforts, just beat it and send it away." The young man called Brother Fang glanced at Yan Murong and Yan Tong, a white-collar worker, plus a little white face, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

"What Brother Fang said." Liangzi smiled flatteringly, then looked at Yan Murong and said. "If you know each other, get out of here, disturb our brother Fang's interest, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will whip you to death with a belt."

As soon as Liangzi's words fell, Yan Murong's expressionless face just now pulled down - belt? , I hate belts.

So, after the old swallow became popular, the son is now also on fire

PS: Flowers, flowers, rolling all over the ground begging for flowers!