After breaking up, he cried and begged me to go back

It was already dusk after leaving the hospital, there was no warm sunshine as imagined, only big groups of dark clouds covering the sky, like a tangle of hemp stuck in Jiang Chenyi's heart.

Xu Yang put his arm around him and hailed a taxi on the side of the road with one hand.

After recruiting for a long time but failed to recruit, he simply asked Jiang Chenyi: "Are you hungry? How about I take you to eat something?"

Jiang Chenyi said with a smile: "I'm not hungry, let's go back to the dormitory first."

But the stomach "cuckoo." Two muffled grunts, betraying the master naked.

Xu Yang laughed, the muscles on his honey-colored face stretched out, like the sun setting aside dark clouds to cast a lingering glow, romantic and brilliant, "Aren't you hungry?" Seeing a porridge shop opposite again, his eyes lit up Liang: "Go to the opposite side and have porridge."

"But……"

"Let's go, don't worry about it. You can't cook porridge in the dormitory. I still have dozens on WeChat. You can't eat me poorly."

Jiang Chenyi wanted to refuse to come, but Xu Yang dragged him to the zebra crossing, he simply didn't delay, and carefully wrote down this feeling.

It's just that none of them noticed that an SUV with a non-local license plate was about to leave in the parking space not far from the hospital gate, but they were attracted by the picture at the hospital gate.

A small piece of window glass with a black film was lowered slowly, and the bright red cigarette butt stretched out, shook the ash twice, and retracted wrapped in lingering smoke.The entire carriage was filled with air tainted by nicotine, the windshield blurred the man's resolute outline, and only a pair of bloodshot eyes could be vaguely seen, as red as cigarette butts.

Just when Jiang Chenyi and the others were crossing the road, the man turned around from behind. After a handsome and beautiful drift, he left the car beside the porridge restaurant, opened the door and entered the porridge restaurant one step ahead.

The porridge restaurant is very small, not as big as the restaurant in Ren Xiaoyan's villa, but the decoration is very warm.

It was not time for dinner, there was no one there, the boss and the waiter were alone, the man found a table at random, first pulled a few paper towels, wiped the stool table carefully, then folded the paper towels into a triangle and pushed them to the table corner.

The boss's first impression was that this person was absolutely obsessed with cleanliness, but he dared not say so. He squeezed his chubby face and asked with a smile, "Who are you, sir?"

The man didn't answer, and stretched out his knuckle-protruding fingers to compare.

"Oh, one, what kind of porridge would you like to drink, sir?"

"Lotus seeds of barley."

With a dull voice, I didn't even look at the menu.

The boss was taken aback when he heard this, and thought that this person is definitely not simple!Immediately laughed again: "The lotus seeds of barley are all bought, why don't you get another one, sir?"

"Then the yam lily."

"Okay, I'll serve it to you right now."

Just as the boss was about to leave with the menu, the man suddenly asked, "Is there a toilet inside?"

The boss paused, "Yes, please come inside."

The man got up gracefully, and went to the room unhurriedly.

As soon as the boss brought the yam lily to the table, Jiang Chenyi and Xu Yang walked in, "You two brothers, how many are there?"

Jiang Chenyi smiled at him, stretched out his slender fingers to make a gesture, then found a table at random, pulled out a tissue and carefully wiped the chairs on the table, folded the tissue into a triangle, pushed it to the edge of the table, and He pulled Xu Yang to sit down.

Have a cleanliness?

The boss was surprised, but he didn't dare to say it, and asked with a smile: "What kind of porridge do you two want to drink?"

Jiang Chenyi didn't even think about it: "Lotus barley." Then he asked Xu Yang: "What about you?"

Xu Yang smiled slightly: "Same as him."

The boss was a little confused, and repeated with a smile: "The lotus seeds of barley are all bought, how about you two change one?"

"Then yam lily!"

Jiang Chenyi answered cheerfully, and then asked Xu Yang: "Xu Yang, do you eat lily? It tastes bitter."

"Eat, I'll eat anything." Xu Yang liked the way he smiled, and without looking away for a moment, he answered as if suddenly.

The boss seemed to have watched a movie clip with different roles and memorized lines, and finally couldn't help but said: "It's strange, a gentleman came in just now and asked for barley and lotus seeds. I told him that there are no more, and he is the same as you. The menu Don’t even look at it, just change it to Yam Lily.”

Jiang Chenyi froze for a second, barley and lotus seeds and yam lily were his favorite porridge for Ren Xiaoyan.

My heart trembled inexplicably, and I glanced at the boss: "What about others?"

"I'm going to go to the bathroom, I'll serve you porridge first." The boss pointed to the table where a bowl of yam and lily porridge was placed.

Jiang Chenyi saw the paper towels pushed to the corner of the table and folded into a triangle at a glance, his heart stopped suddenly, and he almost passed out.

Only Ren Xiaoyan has this habit, that is, when he goes out to eat, he will wipe the tables and chairs clean, then fold the paper towels into a triangle and push them to the corner of the table.

After following him for so many years, he also perfectly inherited this habit.

Seeing that he was a little dazed, Xu Yang stretched out his hand to touch his sweaty forehead: "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

It can't be Ren Xiaoyan, maybe it's just a coincidence, I've been in the hospital for so long, he must have left long ago.

Jiang Chenyi's face was a little pale, thinking about it comfortingly, he forced a smile to Xu Yang: "It's nothing, I feel a little dizzy."

Xu Yang thoughtfully put the medicine on the table, "You can take the medicine after you finish the porridge. You can't go hungry if you have low blood sugar. I'll buy you some milk later."

"Xu Yang..."

This kind of concern seemed familiar, but it came from another man, and I was inexplicably terrified.

Xu Yang noticed the slight change in his expression, stretched out his hand across a table, and patted his slender shoulder: "Don't be sensational, brother is destined to be with you, and I am willing to treat you well."

Jiang Chenyi didn't say thank you any more, if he said thank you again, he would seem out of touch, and changed the subject to talk to him about the strange feeling of his escape from death, it was all nonsense, he only said that he had met the vicious King Yan Yunyun, but he didn't mention Ren Xiaoyan at all.

Ren Xiaoyan didn't go to the toilet at all, but hid in the kitchen, and when the boss came in, he smiled gracefully: "Sorry, let me borrow my identity."

Then, aiming at the round, chubby and astonished face, he swung a fierce punch, and the boss fainted before he could even make a sound.

Ren Xiaoyan has received professional boxing training, and his strength is very accurate. He knows how to knock people out and how to kill them.

I dragged the boss to a corner, found a clean and pure white chef uniform hanging on the wall, and put it on casually. The boss is relatively fat, so it fits well, but it is a bit short.

Then I opened the cabinet next to me, found some disposable masks, took out one to cover my face, took off the chef's hat on the boss's head, and put it on for myself.

After doing all this, he still didn't forget to take out his mobile phone, pose for a photo as a souvenir, in the narrow kitchen of the porridge restaurant.

Put away the phone and went to the door to peep for a while, Jiang Chenyi outside was smiling happily, with a strange man, he was a handsome man!

Fuck it, I'm crying like a dead dog, but you can still laugh!

Burning with anger, he turned and went to the kitchen, found a tray and a bowl, and scooped up two bowls of lily lotus seed porridge. His big, slender hands with protruding knuckles jumped on various seasoning bottles, and finally stopped on the jars marked with salt and mustard, and directly put the caps on them. Unscrew it, pour a whole bottle of salt and mustard into one of the bowls of porridge, and stir it with your fingers.

After mixing well, pull out the index finger, pull off the mask with a clean hand, stick out the tip of the tongue slightly, and jump, well, what the hell does it taste like?

Spit it out!

He turned on the water valve and rinsed the tip of his tongue several times, washed his hands, took out a handkerchief to dry his face, put on a mask, and walked out with a tray in his hands.

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Guess who will eat mustard porridge,

aXu Yang

c Jiang Chenyi

dRen Xiaoyan herself