Zhuang Bi treats, just one principle.

If you can save it, you can save it.

To put it bluntly, it's picking.

Mu Qingyu had actually thought that this guy would pick it.

But when they arrived at the place, Mo Qiuyan and Mu Qingyu were dumbfounded.

The night market is really a night market.

However, it is a barbecue street at the junction of urban and rural areas in the western capital.

It's the kind of place where you can casually set up a stove, set up two simple small tables, and a few maza, and you can get out of the stall.

In order to give Zhuang Bi a face, Mu Qingyu and Mo Qiuyan dressed up seriously before going out for this meal.

The car he drove was also a Rolls-Royce Dawn worth tens of millions.

This kind of smoky place, Mu Qingyu has never said that he has ever been there, or he has never heard of it.

The old lady is also the richest woman in the Western Capital in the future, so you will arrange me here?

Not to mention that Mu Qingyu and Mo Qiuyan were dumbfounded, everyone on the barbecue street was also dumbfounded.

It's not that they haven't met a rich second-generation son who drove a luxury car to try it here.

However, Haocheng Rolls-Royce, Meicheng Mu Zong Mo, is unique.

In less than ten minutes, the barbecue stall chosen by Zhuang Bi was directly full, and the boss was so happy that his teeth were almost laughing.

Although the environment is not good, the advantage is that the ingredients are fresh, the taste is good, and the boss has good craftsmanship.

"Sister Qiuyan, Xiao Yu'er, I believe in Chef Zhuang's recommendation, and you will know when you taste it."

Mo Qiuyan is much better than Mu Qingyu, she sits quietly on a small pony, her amazing long legs are placed together and obliquely, always so elegant:

"Okay, I know your cooking skills, since you choose this place, it must be delicious."

Mu Qingyu rolled her eyes, she was very unhappy with the countless hot eyes around her:

"The characteristic of fart, he is just reluctant to spend money."

Zhuang Bi said confidently:

"You forgave my 30 million debts, and I invite you to eat three Michelin stars."

Mu Qingyu looked at him quietly, and the meaning of that look was very clear.

You're thinking about fart.

Zhuang Bi hated itchy, but he was helpless, so he had to frustratefully ask the boss to bring two cases of cold beer.

The boss was so enthusiastic that he almost made Zhuang Bi his father, and his face was flushed, and all kinds of barbecue stir-fry were sent, looking at the bright colors, which made people have a great appetite.

Zhuang Bike didn't care about anything else, he directly opened a bottle of beer with his thumb with one hand, poured down most of the bottle in one go, and then grabbed the skewers and feasted on them.

Maybe it was because his eating appearance was too tempting, Mo Qiuyan and Mu Qingyu glanced at each other, carefully selected a string of barbecue, tried to eat a little, and suddenly their eyes lit up.

"Hmm, it's delicious."

Mr. Mu's taste buds suddenly opened, and he immediately sped up the speed of skewers.

Mo Qiuyan was still elegant, but his eyes lit up for a while.

Zhuang Bi smiled, picked up two bottles of beer, opened them, and handed them over.

"Here, barbecue and cold beer go well."

Mo Qiuyan and Mu Qingyu both drank okay, but they rarely drank beer, and even if they wanted to drink it, it was also a special high-end wine, and for this kind of cheap goods for five yuan a bottle, it was only once in their lives.

The barbecue is spicy and fragrant, and the cold beer is cold in the mouth, and the two sensations are mixed together, giving them a new thrill.

It didn't take much effort, Mu Qingyu found out in horror that she actually picked up more than ten strings and killed two bottles of beer.

"Oh my God, I've eaten so much."

Mo Qiuyan's face was also red.

The sign in front of her is no less than Mu Qingyu's.

And she actually drank half a bottle of wine.

Maybe it's because Zhuang Bi saved her aunt today and solved a big trouble for her grandfather's family, which made her a little wanton.

Suddenly, Mu Qingyu looked tangled, and glanced left and right a little nervously.

Zhuang Bi almost didn't laugh at his belly.

Chick, suffocate you.

Mu Qingyu couldn't help it, and asked Zhuang Bi in a low voice:

"I want to go to the bathroom, where?"

This kind of roadside stall, can have a one-square-meter bathroom, it is good, many men drink too much, simply go out and find a dark corner to solve it on the spot.

Zhuang Bi grinned, squeezed his eyebrows and said:

"Mr. Mu, I still advise you to hold back."

Mu Qingyu was furious:

"You hold one for the old lady to see."

Mo Qiuyan smiled slightly, looking lively.

Seeing Mu Qingyu twist for a long time, Mo Qiuyan couldn't hold back a smile and said:

"You'd better take her there."

Mu Qingyu made a big red face and glared at Zhuang Bi.

Zhuang Bi wiped his mouth, raised his head and poured half a bottle of wine, got up and said:

"Let's go, let's go together."

Mo Qiuyan finally couldn't help but smile, it was really as dazzling as it was.

Mu Qingyu followed Zhuang Bi to the toilet and almost fainted.

She swore she had never seen such a rudimentary toilet in her life.

Moreover, the smell inside is simply unforgettable.

Here, Mo Qiuyan sat alone in his position, slowly tasting all kinds of food that he usually didn't eat or had never seen, and was slightly unhappy with the covetous and presumptuous gaze around him.

Her face suddenly sank slightly.

On the opposite side, two shirtless, short-handed, white-cut, average-looking guys walked over to her with a bottle of beer.

"Hey, beauty, get to know each other? I invite you to drink. ”

The other one actually sat directly next to Mo Qiuyan.

Mo Qiuyan was nervous, but his face was as cold as frost, and he said lightly:

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in getting to know you, please leave."

A guy smiled, his eyes swept over Mo Qiuyan's body recklessly, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva fiercely:

"Beauty, don't you know me?"

Mo Qiuyan was furious, and glanced at the other party indifferently:

"Should I know you?"

The other party laughed, turned around and pointed not far away, and said:

"See that over there? More than 10 of our brothers are here, and our boss is a well-known bull in the domestic sports circle, how about it? Get to know, on your terms, our buddies will make you a big star, just around the corner. ”

Mo Qiuyan almost burst out laughing.

It's okay if the other party doesn't say it, but she doesn't understand where she says it.

Aren't these so-called famous bulls in the sports circle just a group of stinky feet who play in the domestic league?

These guys, their reputation has long been stinky, and they have been reduced to the point where everyone shouts and beats them.

They still have the face to pick up girls everywhere?

A bunch of scum, being scumbag, playing football is even more scum.

"Get out!"

Mo Qiuyan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and directly grabbed the wine bottle in his hand and poured it at a guy next to him.

The other party was caught off guard and was poured into a face.

Bai Chopping Chicken was furious, and he was about to grab Mo Qiuyan's arm behind him with a cruel smile:

"Stinky, I'm going to kill you."

Mo Qiuyan was startled, but suddenly there was an extra hand behind her, gently grabbing her arm.

She flew up lightly, and when she saw it clearly, Mu Qingyu had already helped her.

Zhuang Bi's not generous back fell in her eyes, making her in a trance for a moment, but what flashed in front of her eyes was that day, when she inadvertently saw Zhuang Bi wrapped in a bath towel.

"Hey, hey, I want to be a star, a few big brothers, praise me."

The white chicken who was splashed with wine looked at Zhuang Bi with a gloomy face:

"Boy, don't say that Lao Tzu didn't give you a chance, let these two girls go over and have a glass of wine with my eldest brother, even if this matter is revealed today, otherwise, Lao Tzu will break your legs."

Zhuang Bi looked like he was beaten up:

"Hehe, you're pretending."

The white chopping chicken grinned:

"Lao Tzu is just pretending, can you pretend? Don't think that driving a Rolls-Royce is a rich man. ”

Zhuang Bi nodded with a smile:

"Okay, then let's pretend to each other, whoever instigates them get out of here."