Medical Martial God

"Allure, why are we in such a hurry?"

In the car, Ye Xuan turned to look at Leng Qingcheng, who was sitting in the co-driver, and asked in doubt.

"Don't hurry, do you think that the parents are beautiful and plan to stay with her for dinner?"

Leng Qingcheng fastened his seat belt, looking at Ye Xuan's unwilling appearance, and had a bad airway.

"No ... you see people are kind and help us solve our problems. We asked her to have a meal and thank you, shouldn't it?"

Ye Xuan swept across the astounding arc tightened by the seat belt in front of Leng Qingcheng's chest without asking, asking instead.

"The identity background of that woman is not simple. I advise you to stay away from that woman and beware that she will not be able to eat any bones anymore."

Leng Qingcheng thought about it and reminded him in kind.

"Isn't her identity background simple? Isn't she just the head of the hotel? Are you jealous of her cheongsam dress so beautiful and temperament?"

Ye Xuan yawned and stretched a laziness lazily, jokingly.

"Do you really think she is just the person in charge of the hotel? Looking at the backing behind her, few people in Xia Kingdom can provoke it.

And ... She used to stay in Suhai for a while like me, but since I was exiled to Xinghai, she has come here, do you think this is accidental? "

Leng Qingcheng glanced at Ye Xuan and said angrily.

"According to you, the strength behind her is a mad soldier league. Do you mean she may come at you?"

Ye Xuan's eyes surging wisely, Shen Sheng said.

"I don't know about this! Forget it, let alone her, find a place to eat?"

Leng Qingcheng shook his head gently and did not have too much entanglement on this issue.

"Okay, what do you want to eat? Western food or ..."

Ye Xuan set his eyes on Leng Qingcheng's body and asked with a smile.

"You treat, you decide!"

However, Leng Qingcheng threw this problem directly to Ye Xuan.

"Okay ... I know a good place."

A hint of slyness flashed on Ye Xuan's cheek, and he drove his vehicle towards the Xinghai Old Town ...

The car galloped all the way and stopped at an old alley half an hour later.

"Why stop here?"

When Ye Xuan parked his car, Leng Qingcheng looked around the shabby surroundings, and Xiumei wrinkled slightly, and asked in doubt.

"Of course I'm going to dinner. Get off the bus."

Ye Xuan answered with a smile.

Leng Qingcheng nodded slightly, got out of the car and headed towards Hutong under the leadership of Ye Xuan.

Through the alley, walked through two small alleys, and finally Ye Xuan and Leng Qingcheng stopped at the door of a dilapidated small shop.

The shop's door sign reads a few crooked characters: "Xiao Ming Chuan Chuan Xiang".

Maybe it's too early for lunch. There are more than a dozen round tables in front of the shop, all empty.

Even so, it is still highly anticipated, because there is a spicy and fragrant smell in the air.

Ye Xuan took Leng Qingcheng to find an open position, sat down, ordered a red soup pot, and then walked to the house's dishes rack to pick dishes ...

Leng Qingcheng was surprisingly unpretentious, but followed Ye Xuan to choose dishes.

Her performance surprised Ye Xuan a little, and she couldn't help looking at Leng Qingcheng carefully ...

A delicate cheek with no focus on picking out any flaws has the focus of choosing dishes, without the slightest taste of counterfeit. With her graceful figure and unique temperament, it is like a fairy secretly running down the earth to eat. People feel especially comfortable, and they don't have the high-cold look when they usually work in the hospital ...

Ye Xuan was a little lost for a while ...

"You don't choose dishes, why keep staring at me? Am I shameful now?"

Feeling Ye Xuan's gaze, Leng Qingcheng looked up at him and said angrily.

"I just didn't expect to eat in such a place. You didn't have any dislike and dissatisfaction, and I think you are tempting, beautiful, and real at this moment ..."

Hearing that, Ye Xuan couldn't help smiling, his mouth was full of magnetic words.

"What's wrong with eating in this place? Have I suffered less these years? Will I care about it? Boring ..."

Ye Xuan couldn't wait to guard against this embarrassment, Leng Qingcheng was a little surprised, his heartbeat could not help speeding up a bit, staring at Ye Xuan fiercely, throwing a sentence and hurrying away with vegetables ...

"This Nizi ..."

Looking at the seductive back when Leng Qingcheng left, thinking of the beauty she showed just now, Ye Xuan couldn't help smiling, then took the dish and followed ...

After a while, the two sat at the table and ate the incense sticks with gusto ...

"Well, Ye Xuan's incense sticks taste so good. How did you find out?"

Leng Qingcheng picked up a string of pickled beef and put it in his mouth. He was immediately dumped by its unique deliciousness. A thick surprise and enjoyment appeared on his face, admiring his mouth ...

"Eat here a long time ago ..."

Ye Xuan answered with a smile, but the smile on his face looked bitter again, and his beautiful figure could not help but emerge.

He once promised a girl to take her here to eat the best skewer of incense in the world, but he has never been able to do it ...

"Ye Xuan, what's wrong with you?"

The sixth sense of a woman has always been keen, Leng Qingcheng noticed Ye Xuan's strangeness at this moment, raised her head, looked at him seriously, and spoke with concern.

"I'm fine! Allure, this spicy ribs tastes amazing, you try ..."

Ye Xuan smiled slightly, shook his head, quickly returned to God, picked up a bunch of spicy ribs and handed them to Leng Qingcheng.

"Thank you! This spicy beef and spicy duck intestines also have a unique taste. You can also try ..."

A beautiful smile appeared on Leng Qingcheng's beautiful cheek. Passing her hot beef and spicy duck intestine to Ye Xuan's hands, she seemed so innocent and happy ...

Maybe this is the most true of her after removing the disguise.

"Hello, let me tell you that this restaurant has a history, and each of their dishes is unique. A lot of people come to eat after a while, let's not say there is no place if we come later Even if I was queuing up, I would have to die. Last time I brought a friend here to eat, and I was lined up for four hours. More than a thousand people did n’t have her turn ... "

Ye Xuan tasted the food and laughed.

However, in the end, his expression gradually became dark, and his voice went down ...

Fool, what are you doing?

How about you eat with other girls?

Why is it important to think of her and mention her?

"She must be beautiful, you must love her, you love her, right?"

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, looking at his somber look, feeling his mood, Leng Qingcheng froze slightly, for some reason somehow uncomfortable, but she still smiled.

"Boss, bring me a Shancheng beer!"

Ye Xuan did not answer, but shouted at the busy boss.

"Hello!"

After a while, the boss moved a beer ...

"Mumbling ..."

Ye Xuan opened a bottle of beer and grumbled into his mouth without saying a word.

Alone, he had too much grief in his heart to tell.

Looking at Ye Xuan, who was self-filled with beer, Leng Qingcheng already had the answer in her heart, but she felt that her nose was a little sour. She didn't ask why Ye Xuan became so, so sad, but picked up A bottle of beer was poured into his mouth.

The cold beer didn't make Leng Qingcheng feel a little discomfort, but made her feel a little smooth, it seemed that the slightest pain in her heart had also dissipated a lot ...

She finally understood why so many people like drinking.

Because this thing can really paralyze itself, let people forget a lot of things ...

Ye Xuan felt dry after blowing out a full bottle of beer.

When he looked up and looked at the cold pouring city that was also pouring beer into his mouth with a big mouthful of beer, he couldn't help but quickly stretch out his palm to grab the beer ...

"What are you doing?"

Perhaps because of drinking, Leng Qingcheng's delicate cheeks were slightly reddish and looked alluring. He looked at Ye Xuan who grabbed his wine and spoke dissatisfied.

"I want to ask you, what are you doing?"

Ye Xuan asked sternly, unhappy.

"Of course I drank with you! Didn't everyone say that Chuan Chuan Xiang goes with beer?"

Leng Qingcheng smiled and snatched the wine bottle from Ye Xuan.

"You never drink alcohol, and suddenly you can't take it like this, it will hurt your stomach, so I forbid you to drink like this!"

Ye Xuan said with a stern expression.

"Can't stand it? How come! Do you think I haven't had enough alcohol alone in recent years?"

"I tell you, I'm not drunk with a thousand cups!"

Leng Qingcheng smiled coldly, took another bottle of beer and drank it on his own.

During the three years when Ye Xuan became a vegetative and was lying on a hospital bed, Leng Qingcheng had experienced too many things by herself. No one complained of her troubles and bitterness. She had nowhere to vent, and could only carry it alone ...

When she couldn't carry it, she could only use alcohol to paralyze herself when she couldn't find a place to vent ...

"Come, Ye Xuan, let's drink one! I respect you!"

Leng Qingcheng raised the beer bottle in Ye Xuan's face and said boldly.

"it is good……"

Looking at the appearance of Leng Qingcheng and hearing her words, Ye Xuan didn't stop it anymore, but picked up the bottle to touch her and drank with her ...

"Come, Ye Xuan, this bottle respects us and wishes us all to find our own happiness ..."

"Ye Xuan, I respect you for this bottle. Thank you for taking care of me ..."

Time passed little by little, and the beer was bottled and bottled by Leng Qingcheng and Ye Xuan. Leng Qingcheng was obviously drunk, but she was still drinking ...

"Well ... the farthest distance in the world is that you love him, but he doesn't love you ..."

The old boss in the shop looked at the constantly drinking Leng Qingcheng and Ye Xuan, and could not help but sigh.

"Hehe ... After so much tossing, I finally got the chance."

Upstairs in a dilapidated rotten building in the distance, a man whose body was shrouded in darkness looked at Ye Xuan and Leng Qingcheng in the direction of coldness, and Moreng's words came from his mouth.

"The Lord's enemies will be reported to him by my blackbird."

"Ye Xuan, you are finished!"

PS: There are too few people who support genuine books. I can't support me by writing books. I plan to sit at the table at night and open a small Ming Chuan Xiang incense during the day.