Lu Qichen was obviously a little angry, his fist began to increase his strength but found that the other party was more ruthless than him, it was obvious that the man was starting to be impatient.

Under his ruthless and decisive moves, Lu Qichen felt that he could protect himself from greater damage by fighting with all his strength, and the man could not only retreat with his whole body but also win gracefully.

More critically, he didn't give it his all.

Lu Qichen was worried in his heart, what kind of character is the other party?

I can't see any belonging from his moves, and I really have to think about it.

And Jiang Muye has obviously had enough, he has already observed the surrounding environment and the crowd of onlookers, and has not found the person he is looking for.

Somewhat disappointed.

"Stop, I'm really going to call the police!" An Xiaoxiao had already taken out her mobile phone and was ready to dial.

Jiang Muye stopped, Lu Qichen also took two steps back, and from a short distance, the man he could see was not red, his hands were not trembling, and even his hairstyle was not messed up at all......

I have to admit that I lost this battle, but I was convinced, and at the same time, he really wanted to make this friend.

But before he could speak, the man took a step back to the bar, where An Xiaoxiao's prepared noodles were placed.

Seeing the man walking away, An Xiaoxiao hurriedly came over to support Lu Qichen, and his tone was concerned: "Are you okay, Brother Qi Chen?" ”

Lu Qichen shook his head, and the corners of his lips hooked: "It's okay, don't worry." ”

Looking at his bruised face and the blood on the corners of his mouth, An Xiaoxiao's eyebrows were full of anxiety: "Go to the hospital, you ......"

"I can't bear such a little injury, what kind of man is it?" Jiang Muye at the bar snorted coldly.

An Xiaoxiao turned around, and a sharp look killed him: "What's the matter with you, you fight, you fight, why do you always slap your face!" ”

Jiang Muye shrugged: "I'm willing." ”

An Xiaoxiao: "......" is too lazy to care!

She pulled Lu Qichen to the door: "Let's go, Brother Qi Chen, let's go to the hospital." ”

"No, you don't." Lu Qichen smiled at her: "I feel comfortable after this fight, I'm hungry and want to eat noodles." ”

An Xiaoxiao frowned and looked at his scarred face: "But you ......"

"It's okay, it's all skin trauma, don't worry."

Although he was injured, seeing An Xiaoxiao's concerned look, his heart was full of ironing, although she didn't belong to him, at least she still cared about him.

An Xiaoxiao sighed: "Don't be so impulsive in the future...... Okay, let's come and eat noodles. ”

Lu Qichen sat down at the bar and picked up the chopsticks and planned to eat noodles, but he used too much force just now, his fingers trembled vigorously, and the chopsticks were hard to hold, but he couldn't hold the noodles.

An Xiaoxiao took a fork from the counter and handed it to him: "Eat with a fork." ”

Lu Qichen took it, and the man on the side also raised his eyebrows and said lightly to her: "I want it too." ”

"What do you want!" An Xiaoxiao was not angry.

"Forks."

"Nope!" An Xiaoxiao looked at him with furrows: "The fist is so powerful, you eat it with your hands!" ”

Jiang Muye: "......" dead girl is used to finding it unhappy!

The noodles are mixed noodles with scallion oil, An Xiaoxiao only recently learned to make them, Lu Qichen ate it very fragrantly, smelled the smell of green onions, but Jiang Muye's chopsticks did not fall for a long time.

He forgot that An Xiaoxiao in front of him didn't know that he didn't eat green onions.

Putting the chopsticks on the bar, he said lightly: "I won't eat it." ”

"Don't eat and pull down!" An Xiaoxiao took the bowl and put it in Lu Qichen's hand: "Brother Qi Chen, one bowl is not enough, there is another bowl." ”

Jiang Muye's eyebrows frowned, his fingers stretched out, and in the next moment, the bowl changed direction, and all the noodles fell into the trash can behind the bar.

"My stuff, no one else wants to get their hands on it!" His voice returned to a cold and somber voice, sounding deep in anger.

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