The Michelin Couple Restaurant is a three-star restaurant with a quiet environment, and there are many couples whispering and whispering.

Pink lights slowly shone through the restaurant, and an invisible romance permeated the surroundings.

"Hello sir, what do you need to order?" the waiter stood next to Mo Qian respectfully with a professional smile and handed over the menu to the restaurant.

"Two glasses of shrimp cocktail for an aperitif, then two Costa steaks, medium rare, and caviar for dessert!" Mo Qian said calmly without looking at the menu.

It's not because Mo Qian often comes to such a tall place, when the master took him down the mountain to treat the rich in the past, I don't know why, in order to show their identity, those rich people basically invite the master to eat Western food every time in order to show their identity.

The more times he went, Mo Qian naturally understood.

"Okay!"

The waiter leaves.

What Mo Qian and Lin Rouxue did was not a private room, but two luxurious leather chairs facing each other, with a square table in the middle, but there were soundproof panels on both sides, which seemed extraordinarily quiet, leaving plenty of private space.

"Do you come often?" Lin Rouxue asked curiously, how did she feel that Mo Qian was so skilled in ordering food, and she hadn't even read the menu.

You must know that even if it is her, she rarely comes to this kind of high-end western restaurant, because it is very expensive!

"Occasionally, but I'm not used to eating Western food, I still think Chinese food is more suitable for me!" Mo Qian said with a smile, anyway, Lin Rouxue is happy, it doesn't matter where she eats.

"Okay!"

Lin Rouxue held her forehead, Mo Qian spoke too sincerely, no wonder he didn't have a girlfriend. This couple's restaurant is clearly a good choice made by her? Mo Qian directly said that he was not used to eating Western food.

Hmph!

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Outside the Michelin-starred restaurant, a middle-aged man with a large gold chain, a bald head, a fleshy face, and five agate rings on his hand swaggered into the restaurant, without a female companion. Walking very dragged, waving his hand from time to time, the light refracted on the agate and emitted a dazzling light.

It can be seen that this is a man who likes to show off, because he even speaks with a golden light in his mouth, and a typical nouveau riche feels very awesome when he comes to the county town.

Therefore, the middle-aged man is out of place with the mood of the Western restaurant.

"Hello sir, we have a full book, would you like to dine elsewhere?" said the waitress who was hosting, although disgusted in her heart, still showed a professional smile.

She wasn't lying, the evening was the peak time for the restaurant, and it was indeed full!

Who knew that the middle-aged man suddenly became angry, and pointed at the waitress with wide eyes.

"Don't you look down on me? Tell you, Lao Tzu has a mine at home!

Unreasonable, but this kind of guest annoys the waiter the most, especially the tone of the middle-aged man's speech, which is full of contempt and arrogance.

The harsh sound is uncomfortable to listen to no matter who listens!

"Excuse me, sir, we're really full!" the waitress said embarrassedly, perhaps it was the first time she had encountered such a difficult guest, so her tone was a little helpless with a crying tone.

"the one next door! I'm going to eat here!"

The middle-aged man said arrogantly, scanned the audience, found a best position, and walked over without saying a word.

Syllable!

A stack of red bills slapped on the table.

"Boy, this is my seat, 10,000 yuan, give me where to roll!" the middle-aged man said viciously.

Looking at the stack of red banknotes on the table, Mo Qian raised his head, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, stood up, and looked at the middle-aged man with his fists clenched.

"Give you two minutes, get out!"

Mo Qian was already very polite, although the middle-aged man made him very unhappy, but he never touched the bottom line of his killing!

He doesn't mind giving the middle-aged man something missing!

"Yo! The boy is very horizontal! Let me tell you, I have a mine at home! 10,000 is not enough? 20,000!"

Syllable!

The crocodile leather bag that the middle-aged man was carrying was stuffed full of money, and he took out a stack and slapped it heavily on the table. And at the moment when the middle-aged man raised his head, Lin Rouxue entered his field of vision!

This figure, this appearance, is much better looking than those bewitching sluts in the clubhouse!

In particular, Lin Rouxue has a kind of momentum, like a white lotus, pure, and full of reverie. Looking at the countless middle-aged men who have read women, there are not one thousand but eight hundred women, but they are less than one-tenth of Lin Rouxue's.

"Boy, is your girl good, how about Lao Tzu give you 50,000 yuan for her to accompany me for one night?" the middle-aged man said with a squint, drooling, and the salty pig subconsciously touched Lin Rouxue's delicate face.

Bang!

Mo Qian directly picked up the middle-aged man, his voice was indifferent, full of killing!

At this time, Mo Qian's whole person seemed to have completely changed, as if a demon god had descended, his eyes as deep as the starry sky appeared with a trace of blood, and he picked up a middle-aged man weighing at least two hundred catties like a chicken.

"What are you going to do? I'll tell you, I have a mine at home!" The middle-aged man would have thought that Mo Qian had so much strength, trembling, and stammered.

Syllable!

A slap with his left hand slapped the middle-aged man's face, and with this slap, Mo Qian used one-tenth of his strength, but directly knocked out the middle-aged man's inlaid gold teeth.

Bang!

The knee went up and violently pressed against the middle-aged man's big belly poop, and Mo Qian sent his hand away!

Poof!

The middle-aged man fell to the ground, clutching his stomach in pain, revealing a large amount of money in the leather bag he was carrying.

"You dare to beat me? I tell you, I have a mine at home! You dare to beat me!"

"Woooooo

Mo Qian kicked the middle-aged man in the face, stabbing him, and the middle-aged man rubbed the ground and pushed it back three or four meters.

Click!

The glass behind him was directly shattered, and the whole restaurant was in chaos, and the middle-aged man's face was covered with blood, and even his freshly made hairstyle was full of sticky blood!

"You're talking too much nonsense!"

Mo Qian said lightly, sat on the chair, took out a napkin and wiped his lips elegantly, and looked at Lin Rouxue opposite with a slightly apologetic smile.

"Sorry I scared you just now!"

"Ah, I'm fine, but he?" Lin Rouxue was stunned, she didn't expect that Mo Qian didn't care about it after beating someone, just like a nobody, but asked her if she was okay.

"My home. Yes... You can't hit me!" The middle-aged man said sadly, because a few teeth were knocked off, so his speech leaked and he looked extremely miserable.

Less than two minutes after this happened, the restaurant manager saw this scene and quickly ran to the second floor to call someone.

"That little eyeless cub dares to find fault with my chassis?"

A lazy voice appeared, and more than a dozen people wearing flowered pants and shirts walked out of the second floor, the leader with a toothpick hanging from his mouth and a machete on his shoulder, walking towards the middle-aged man covered in blood.

"Is that you?"