I rely on survival to save the villain boss [Wearing Book]

After Christmas Eve, how will Fu Mingchao live every day in the future? Is it satisfactory? Gu Yan doesn't know, but Gu Yan knows that he is living a very unsatisfactory life now.

Ever since he sat in this hotpot restaurant, the phone calls came one after another, first it was Tan Qing, then Gu Hongshen, and now it was Tan Nian.

Without exception, he was told to remember the taboo words

"Got it? Mom, I? Don't? Touch those things, yes, I remember what the doctor said. I don't touch spicy or oily meat, and I don't drink carbonated drinks." Gu Yan held the root Chopsticks, in a cup filled with hot water? Shaking, expression full of helplessness.

Tan Nian listened to Gu Yan's guarantee as if he had endorsed it, but he still didn't feel relieved and said: "Even if it's in the tomato pot, you don't touch it."

Gu Yan slapped his chopsticks for a while: "Then what do I eat?"

"Brown sugar glutinous rice cakes? Yogurt bunnies? Don't you like eating rabbits the most? You didn't eat apples in the hospital before, so you had to be peeled by Xiao Fu? Rabbit-like apples before you would eat..."

"Okay mom, I know. I won't touch anything except the barley tea on the table. Don't worry."

Noticing that the three people turned their gazes to him, Gu Yan quickly interrupted Tan Nian's speech, and after reassuring him, he said in a cute tone: "Merry Christmas, Mom, I? Hang up first."

Tao Shizhi looked at Gu Yan's mobile phone that had hung up the screen, and then glanced at the menu in his hand. With a wave of his small hand, he changed half of the hair belly to two, and then looked up at Gu Yan's words Thoughtful: "Can I order brown sugar glutinous rice cakes for you?"

"No, I? Don't eat that, it's too sweet." Gu Yan rinsed the chopsticks and put them on the bowl. He stared down at the water with some things floating in the cup, and then glanced at Fu Mingchao.

Fu Mingchao took Gu Yan's cup with great satisfaction, poured the boiled water in the cup into the trash can, and poured another cup of tea for him.

Tao Shizhi looked at the scene in front of him and felt inexplicably harmonious. He glanced at the unmoved chopsticks in front of him, turned his head and fixed his eyes on Chu Yuan's face and said, "At the same table, you Help me too? Rinse your chopsticks?"

Chu Yuan readily took Tao Shizhi's chopstick base, rinsed it in his cup twice: "Well, for a while, don't grab my belly."

Tao Shizhi?: "..."

After all the dishes were served, Gu Yan really only held the barley tea in front of him and sipped it for a long time, until Fu Mingchao took out a piece of hot beef from the clear water pot, put it in his small bowl and rolled it around Finally, put it into Gu Yan's bowl?

At this moment, neither Chu Yuan nor Tao Shizhi moved their chopsticks. Tao Shizhi took out all the peppers and other spices in the butter hot pot with a colander, and Gu Yan's gaze followed that small The spoonful of sesame pepper fell on the plate, holding the teacup and said: "It's not the meat that comes out of the butter pot, it doesn't have a soul."

Fu Mingchao heard the words, glanced slightly, and put down the chopsticks in his hand: "Then do you want to eat?"

"Eat..." Gu Yan was startled by the gaze, picked up the sliced ​​meat in the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth.

Because Gu Yan can't eat spicy hot pot, the hot pot for four people, only? He needs a dipping bowl, but this dipping sauce is prepared by Fu Mingchao. There are a lot of sesame paste and mushroom sauce. Added half a teaspoon of chili oil, the spiciness was just within Gu Yan's acceptable range.

But Gu Yan was still greedy for the dark red soup base of butter hot pot, especially after seeing? Seeing Tao Shizhi? Picking up a shrimp ball covered in red oil, his eating speed obviously slowed down.

Tao Shizhi was so hot that he couldn't speak, so he took a sip of ice soda in Chu Yuan's hand to relieve the spiciness, and then he noticed that Gu Yan had some resentful eyes: "Want to eat? Hold on, The doctor said you'd have to feed them for at least a year before you could eat them."

After saying that, Tao Shizhi put the hot and soft wide noodles still dripping with red oil into his mouth.

Gu Yan looked at Tao Shizhi's hot and refreshing appearance, he drank the third cup of tea in his hand expressionlessly, stood up and said, "I'm going to the toilet."

Fu Mingchao put down his chopsticks together, and was about to get up? Go with Gu Yan, when Gu Yan pressed his shoulders and pressed him on the seat: "Me? I can go by myself, it's fine."

"That's right, Brother Fu, let him go by himself, you haven't eaten much yet." Tao Shizhi said while picking up a few pieces of mutton from the chopsticks next to him and sending them to Fu Mingchao's bowl.

"Let's eat, me? Go first."

Gu Yan clutched his stomach, and quickly left the door of the private room.

After the toilet ran out of water, Gu Yancai breathed a sigh of relief, and stood by the sink to wash his face.

Although Fu Mingchao's dipping sauce wasn't very spicy, he still blushed because of the spicy dipping sauce. After washing his face with cold water to relieve the heat of his cheeks, Gu Yan raised his head.

However, when he looked up, Gu Yan found that there was a figure in the empty bathroom, and that figure was still standing beside him, staring at him through the mirror.

Gu Yan raised his hand to wipe off the layer of water on his eyelashes, and his vision gradually became clear. Then, his vision met Song Xiang in the mirror.

With this pair of eyes, Gu Yan suddenly felt a little creepy.

Since the end of the outdoor practice class until now, Gu Yan hasn't been in school for almost a month. He has met Song Xiang, and even Song Xiang's suspension of school due to his poor mental state, He listened to what Tao Shizhi said.

but now--

Song Xiang in this cold December day? He was only wearing a white T-shirt, his face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot. Gu Yan felt that no matter how he looked at it, Song Xiang didn't look like he was recuperating at home, but instead looked like a Liaozhai Where? Those are.suck.dry.Refined.An angry weak scholar, now Wu Qing's footsteps are vain.

Thinking of this, he moved two steps sideways to distance from Song Xiang, and asked in a rather cold tone: "Why, the kidnapping failed last time, and this time you want to pretend to be a ghost to scare me to death?" Followed to the hot pot restaurant?"

Song Xiang didn't? Immediately replied, after realizing that Gu Yan was no longer in the visible range in the mirror, he slowly turned his head to look at Gu Yan, trembling all over, wanting to reach out his hand to pull the other party's Sleeve: "Save...save me?..."

"Did you find the wrong person? Or did you take the wrong medicine?"

Gu Yan looked at Song Xiang's obviously wrong state and took two steps back. Song Xiang's whole body was trembling with his teeth, and the sound he made was very similar to those zombies grinding their teeth in the zombie movies he had watched. The voice seemed to be ready to pounce on him and bite him in the next second.

"No, I didn't make a mistake...I came here on purpose..." Song Xiang spent a lot of effort to suppress his trembling a little, and looked He stared at Gu Yan firmly.

Gu Yan nodded, indicating that the other party understood, and then took out his mobile phone: "Okay, I? Call 110 for you. Stand here? Don't move."

Seeing that Gu Yan was about to call the police, Song Xiang suddenly rushed forward and took a picture of Gu Yan's phone: "No, don't, don't call the police!"

Gu Yan was knocked against the wall by this sudden change, and his head hit the wall in pain, his face turned pale in an instant, he raised his hand to cover the back of his head, frowned and stared at Song Xiang: "Are you sick? "

However, Song Xiang kept raising his feet and stepping on the mobile phone that he had photographed on the ground as if he had never heard of it, until the outer screen and the inner screen of the mobile phone showed cracks like spider webs, and the screen image also became He raised his eyes to look at Gu Yan when the screen was in a black state, and there was a hint of imperceptible anger in his trembling words:

"It's not me who is sick? It's Fu Wenhan!"

The author has something to say: When receiving the boxed lunch——

Than a hot pot-flavored heart~ It’s cold, everyone remember to put on more clothes

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