Ninety lucky little sweet wife

"welcome!"

The doll hanging on the restaurant door made a mechanical sound, followed by five boys who came in one file at a time.

He happened to sit at the table next to Yun Jue and Chen Shanshan.

Yun Jue's seat was facing the table, and out of curiosity, she lingered on the children for a while.

As a result, he saw a familiar face.

It was an extremely immature face, the small face was chubby, with a pair of slender and long eyes embedded in it, and under the short and thick nose was a pair of thick lips.

Yun Jue thought for a while, then felt that she had seen this face somewhere before, but couldn't remember it for a while.

The fat boy was squeezed into the innermost part of the dining table by several children of the same age who were traveling with him. There were originally four seats, but five people sat at once. He was squeezed and had difficulty breathing.

For some reason, he kept his face sullen, his head drooping, and he didn't talk to anyone.

The waiter came to order, and several children chattered and ordered randomly from the menu, but he remained silent.

Soon, the waiter put the dishes they ordered on the table, and also looked curiously at the fat boy sitting in the innermost place.

Because several companions ordered him a steak that was medium-rare, with blood dripping from it.

Not only that, but one of the boys with glasses squeezed a tube of mustard-like stuff on it.

Noticing the strange look from the waiter, the boy wearing glasses smiled innocently at the waiter, "Sister, my friend likes to put mustard on his steak, and the rest of us also find it strange. I like to eat like this."

The waiter didn't have much to say, so he smiled politely and left with the dining car.

As soon as the waiter left, the dark-skinned boy sitting opposite the fat boy said, "Yang Pengpeng, do you have enough money? Don't be unable to pay the bill for a while. Be careful that we won't beat you to death."

The fat boy called Yang Pengpeng timidly took out a large handful of banknotes from his pocket and handed them to the dark boy.

"My father kept a close eye on them, so he stole some of them."

There were still some oil stains on the banknotes. The dark boy turned his face away in disgust, pinched the corner of the banknotes, and counted them one by one.

"Is there enough money, boss?" asked another boy with a watermelon head.

The swarthy boy's mathematics seemed to be not very good, and he counted a stack of banknotes back and forth several times, but he still couldn't figure it out.

In the end, he simply gathered up the leveling banknotes again, and put them back into his pocket, "Fuck it, at worst, put this kid here, I don't believe that his father who is a butcher won't come to redeem him. "

"That's right, our boss is wise, I'll order another after I finish eating." The boy with the watermelon head flattered.

The swarthy boy raised his little hand, as if he was the boss, "Eat, my brothers opened up my stomach to eat, and no one is allowed to leave without eating."

When the boys heard the boss's words, they were all excited to eat.

After eating all the steaks on their plates, they realized that the steak in front of Yang Pengpeng hadn't moved at all.

"Yang Pengpeng, why don't you eat?" The boy wearing glasses was not happy.

That was his masterpiece, and he was still waiting to see how embarrassing he was when he ate and burst into tears.

He brought all the cameras, and he could blackmail Yang Pengpeng for some living expenses later.

Yang Pengpeng ignored the boy wearing glasses, but set his eyes on the dark boy on the opposite side.

"Xu Fei, I've followed what you said and invited everyone to eat steak together. Can you stop letting me eat such a disgusting thing? I really can't eat it."

"Yang Pengpeng, did you call Brother Fei's name casually?" The boy wearing glasses was a little angry, "You say you don't want to eat it now, are you not wasting my tube of mustard? No, you have to eat it, or I will put it on the mustard." The story of you killing people in Zhulin Village will spread in the school, let's see if you have the face to go to school in the future."

Bamboo Forest Village?
When Yun Jue heard these three words, her body trembled instinctively.

He desperately searched for the memory of Yang Pengpeng in his mind.

It really reminded him.

He had seen this boy at Zhu Yan's wedding banquet last year.

I heard that he is the grandson of Aunt Zhu Yan's family, isn't he called Gao Pengpeng, how could he be Yang Pengpeng?
Also, why is he here?
What happened to the murder incident mentioned by the boy wearing glasses?

It was about Zhu Yan, Yun Jue had no choice but to investigate.

As a result, the subtle change of expression on his face caught Chen Shanshan's attention.

"What's the matter, brother Yunjue, what's wrong?"

In order to bring Yun Jue to this restaurant for dinner, it took more than two hours on the road, and Yun Jue was also hungry for more than two hours.

She was very hungry and full this time, and she was very worried about hurting Yun Jue's stomach.

Overwhelmed with thoughts, Yun Jue didn't notice Chen Shanshan's worry, and shook her head casually.

Chen Shanshan followed the man's gaze and looked at the boys behind him.

She had noticed it as early as they came in.

At a young age, he formed a clique and formed a clique. At first glance, he did not look like a good student with both good character and academic excellence.

Especially after their exchange, they became more convinced of their own judgment.

Chen Shanshan was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped, she was only a primary school student, but she dared to go to this level blatantly and presumptuously.

At this time, the boy wearing glasses had already helped Yang Pengpeng carefully cut the steaks on the dinner plate, and even smeared each steak with the same size of mustard pervertedly.

"Yang Pengpeng, do you eat this steak yourself, or do you want some of our brothers to feed you?" the boy wearing glasses threatened.

Yang Pengpeng turned his eyes around the boys around him, and saw that they were all staring at him.

He was squeezed into the innermost part of the dining table, next to the cold glass.

It is impossible to escape.

Right now, they could only let him go if he finished the mustard-smeared steak.

Heartbroken, Yang Pengpeng stretched out his hand and signed a piece of beef.

As soon as he got closer to his mouth, a pungent spicy smell hit his nostrils, choking him to tears, and the fork in his hand, together with the piece of beef he signed, accidentally fell to the ground.

Among the few people, Xu Fei, who was called the boss, shrank his thin body, squatted on the ground quickly, picked it up, spit on it suddenly, and put it back on Yang Pengpeng's dinner plate.

"Hey, Pengpeng, eat quickly, I've already blown off the dust on it for you."

At some point, the boy wearing glasses took out the camera and pressed the video recording function.

"Yang Pengpeng, look at Brother Fei taking good care of you, don't whine like a girl, eat the steak soon, the brothers are still waiting for you to finish eating, and then order the second dial."

Yang Pengpeng swallowed and spit out, probably because he felt sick and wanted to vomit, but he didn't dare to spit it out, so he swallowed it back intact.

Tremblingly, he picked up the beef that was covered in saliva and dust, and his hands that were in mid-air froze.

The next second, the boy with the watermelon head who was sitting closest to him jumped up from the dining chair and winked at Xu Fei who was sitting opposite.

Immediately afterwards, two boys pressed Yang Pengpeng's head and grabbed his mouth.

The other held his hand and stuffed the piece of beef straight into his mouth, and the two stopped their hands.