Han Shu put down the crayfish, picked up a napkin to wipe the red oil on his mouth, and asked reservedly, "Is there anything else?" ”

Although his stomach is already a little distended, he can continue to eat delicious food!

Bai Tu glanced at the takeaway app, "There is also a Korean-style fried chicken and milk tea." There are still three hundred meters, and it will be there soon. ”

Hanshu's eyes lit up, and he sat on the sofa and drank iced tea, burping.

Bai Tu glanced at the wreckage all over the ground, and had already imagined that if Han Shu didn't find himself and lived as Mo Zhi, the house he lived in might not be much better than Mo Zhi.

She sighed secretly, handed her phone to Hanshu and asked him to answer the phone and take takeout, and then put on her gloves and ate Hanshu's leftover food.

A few minutes later, the mobile phone rang, Han Shu didn't answer, he went to open the door excitedly, and took the big plastic bag handed over by the takeaway brother.

The little brother didn't stop there, he turned around and left, revealing the young man behind him who was knocking on the door opposite.

The man was dressed in a decent suit, his hair was fixed with hairspray, his leather shoes were polished black, and he was meticulous from top to bottom.

It doesn't fit in with the tattered tube building.

Hanshu gave him a second look.

It just so happened that the man couldn't knock on the door, turned around, and was stunned for a second when he saw Han Shu, and then the narrow eyes behind Phnom Penh's eyes narrowed, flashing a dangerous light.

Only then did Han Shu remember that the house opposite was where the original owner originally lived, and he had returned an hour ago.

So this man is here for him.

"What are you holding in your hands?" The man's sharp gaze swept to the plastic bag in his hand, "Korean-style fried chicken, iced milk tea?" ”

Hanshu didn't know who this man was and what it had to do with the original owner, so he didn't reply and looked at him quietly.

The man was furious and grabbed the takeaway, "Mo Zhi, I don't think you want to live anymore!" ”

"Give it back!" Han Shu was also angry, what he liked most now was this fried chicken that he had never eaten and the iced milk tea that he had never drunk, but this person directly snatched it.

Whoever he is, he can't do that!

"Do you remember who you are? It's about to be a group to perform, how dare you eat such a thing? You don't want to do it anymore? The man's eyes widened, but he didn't expect that "Mo Zhi" would dare to rob when he was found to be stealing, and he was justified.

"I don't care what the group is doing and what the performance is, I have to eat fried chicken and drink milk tea now, and give it back to me, otherwise I'm welcome."

"Stop!"