It seems that I will change the title of the book. Everyone wants to help, so it’s a notice.

Before dawn the next morning, Yang Qingwu, a miserable man with a perverted biological clock, got up from Wang Xuance's bed, which was still clean by the veterinarian.

"Why don't you sleep for a while? It's the same whether you go to the restaurant or not. The boss can still fry you?"

Although the movement was very light, he still woke up Wang Xuance who was standing beside him.

I was a little depressed and thought that when I was huddled with this old man, I didn’t see him sleeping so lightly!

"No, I have been asking for more leave recently, which has delayed the business in the store!"

Yang Qingwu carefully tied the buttons and tidied the collar, and said:

"By the way, that Lao Jiang probably hasn't woken up yet. Don't call him, let him sleep for a while. He was exhausted yesterday."

Wrapped in the quilt, Wang Xuance responded vaguely.

In this way, Yang Qingwu, who had not washed his face, opened the door gently and wanted to leave.

As soon as I walked out of the room, I saw that it was a little cold in early spring, before dawn, in the dark night.

Jiang Zhuohe, who was a little thin and hunched, stood there quietly with a hunched body.

Some messy hair, sleepy eyes, like every morning when you get up very early.

When the eyes met, Yang Qingwu was slightly stunned, obviously a little surprised.

"Don't you sleep for a while?"

Looking at Jiang Zhuhe's head for no reason, Yang Qingwu felt sad in his heart, and asked in a slightly awkward tone:

Last night, this man knew that he was going to face the fierce underworld with a large number of people and a fierce attack. He knew that he was gambled and knew that he was even more aware that his skills could not even run away.

But he was still like a loyal and loyal dog-legged person, without any guarantee of his promise. He just smiled and said that I was not good at fighting, while rushing into the melee with myself, rushing into the blood and fighting, and rushing into the unknown darkness ahead.

"No, I'd better follow you back."

After laughing dryly again, Jiang Zhuohe walked gently to Yang Qingwu.

I opened my mouth and wanted to say thank you for your hard work. Lao Jiang.

In the end, I just said one thing and left!

In this way, Yang Qingwu and Jiang Zhuohe walked towards the place where they met in the darkness before dawn, and towards their future life.

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When we returned to the restaurant, the boss and the boss lady had already started to work hard.

The boss lady, who was not polite at all, glared at the two of them with resentment and scolded loudly:

"Do you want to do it or not, get out of here if you don't want to do it!"

Last night, he was arrogant and arrogant and put an iron stick on a desperate person like Scorpion. Then, he fought two fierce battles, and Yang Qingwu, who was a little numb and tingled, immediately turned into a coward.

He immediately bent down and nodded, and said hurriedly with a pitiful look on his face:

"I want to do it, but I won't know how to do it anymore!"

"If you want to do it, work for me!"

The loud voices were shocked and the birds passing by in the sky roared the two of them.

Yang Qingwu, who really didn't dare to be tortured by the boss's wife, smiled hard and hurriedly pulled Jiang Zhuo'er to work in the kitchen.

While picking the vegetable leaves skillfully, he looked at Jiang Zhuohe with a faint look of pain on his face and said:

"There are not many people now, so you go back to your room and lie down for a while!"

Just as he was about to say no, Yang Qingwu shook the celery in his hand and said angrily:

"Stop talking nonsense, let you lie down just by lying down. Why are there so many things going on!"

After laughing dryly, Jiang Zhuohe didn't argue anything anymore and got up and went back to the room.

After turning around, the old man who was dissatisfied with his age had a touching smile on his cheeks, and the corners of his eyes were warm and wet.

When a brand new Lexus was parked at the restaurant's door, the boss and the boss's wife were obviously panicked.

Although the boss's wife is determined to grow and grow this small Northeast restaurant that can only afford two chefs and two halls, there is a scene where there are not many motorcycles or electric cars in front of the restaurant one day.

Perhaps this dream day came into reality in advance, so the boss's wife dared to enter the somewhat thin middle-aged man with the encouragement of the boss.

What Lexus walked down was a middle-aged man with a flat head and plain facial features.

If it weren't for the high-end car behind him, the boss's wife wouldn't even look at her, because the boss's wife is also a very fancy woman.

"Hello, sir, are you having a meal or...?"

The reason I asked this subconsciously instead of saying that you eat something because I feel that the other person is the one who doesn’t know how to eat here.

"That man named Yang Qingwu is from you!"

The light-colored frame adds a lot of gentleness to this ordinary man, but there is a frivolous and lewd atmosphere between his eyebrows and eyes. It is displeasing.

"Ah! Yes, is it here, are you looking for him?"

The boss's wife really couldn't believe that the middle-aged man who walked down from a high-end Lexus, wearing a brand-name suit and a successful manly style would be related to his own family!

Did Yang Qingwu and Jiang Zhuohe go out to hook up with someone’s wife or harm their daughter last night and come to the door?

The boss's wife is full of bad things and is full of interesting random thoughts.

At first I regretted that I had just had such a close contact with successful people and said with great enthusiasm that Qingniu was here. What if I came to seek revenge?

"I have something to ask him for help, can I let him come out?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the restaurant with great interest and said lightly:

After pondering for a while, seeing that the other person really didn't want to seek revenge, the boss lady said:

"Qingniu is playing chess with Grandma Chang outside!"

So when Chen Zhenghua, the owner of the FS bar, found Yang Qingwu, he was racking his brains to think about how he could survive for a while.

Grandma Chang was not in a hurry at all and didn't urge him at all, letting him scratch his head and think about it.

The boss's wife pointed at Chen Zhenghua from afar to the two of them under the big banyan tree and turned around and twisted Chen Zhenghua's fat and fat buttocks that made Chen Zhenghua thrilling.

A somewhat sickly fair finger poked out, moved one of them, just pinned the horse's legs, and just acted as the cannon holder that was pulled to the bottom.

Yang Qingwu's chess is really not very good, so he has never won. So he thought about it for a long time but didn't come up with such a move.

Both of them looked up at Chen Zhenghua beside them in surprise.

Yang Qingwu even pulled out a big smile and expressed his gratitude to the middle-aged man who looked ordinary, although he looked a little frivolous and lustful, and lingering, and lingered in his eyebrows.

Chen Zhenghua looked at Yang Qingwu carefully, and was also a joke on the news and did not speak.

Next, the strange man quietly watched the two of them’s short chess game and did not speak out to Yang Qingwu once.

Finally, he struggled to death. Looking at the bare chessboard, Yang Qingwu sighed slightly and said with a smile:

"Grandma, you are so scheming! My masts and oars were wiped out while chatting and laughing!"

He was really immune to low-level flatteries like Yang Qingwu. The old man waved his hand and signaled that he could leave and go to work hard.

He carefully tucked the blanket around his legs, and gently placed the somewhat worn radio in the easy-to-reach Grandma Chang's place.

After adjusting the channel, he said:

"Grandma, I have adjusted the channel you want to listen to for you. Just open it if you want to listen to it!"

Grandma Chang, who closed her eyes and rested, nodded, and Yang Qingwu then packed up the chessboard and sent it back to the house.

Before leaving, I smiled at the strange strange man, and the smile clearly conveyed my embarrassment, and wait a little longer!

"Do you know who I am?"

When Yang Qingwu came back, the middle-aged man asked with interest:

A gentle smile and said politely:

"How come I don't know? I just smashed your place the day before yesterday and almost died there yesterday."

That’s right, the person who came was Chen Zhenghua, a native of Hangzhou who was known as eunuch!

Because he fought with someone in the early years, he was kicked out of a ball, so he was always called a eunuch.

In fact, the eunuch is not a real eunuch. It can be seen from the woman he has almost never been around for a month before changing it.

"How is it? Find a place to talk!"

Taping his finger gently, Chen Zhenghua said in a bit of a sluggish spirit:

No wonder this happened. Who made him so happy last night by a pair of sisters.

The heavy taste like being whipped with leather or dripping wax can only be played by people like Chen Zhenghua who are called eunuchs.

I don’t think I’m as proud as I imagined, and I’m talking about it. You can choose the location.

Yang Qingwu was very cautious and said that if there was something wrong, just say it here. I'm still waiting for work later!
Chapter completed!