Don't look at me, I'm not perfect

You're a wolf, you're lucky, you came into my shop, if you just went to another place, you probably wouldn't be full-bodied by now, how could you care about eating. "

Yan An was puzzled: "They can't beat me..."

The store manager turned around with some amusement: "My child, the world of adults is very complicated. Here," he nodded his feet: "More

complex. "

Yan An frowned slightly.

When the old man Zhao was around, he never let him get too close to others. Later, he also developed the habit of walking alone. For the slightly gray spaces like bars, he only occasionally caught a glimpse of one or two on TV. words.

More, he knows nothing.

"A lot of times, you will find that the strong men who are as strong as cattle are knocked down by the ninth-level disabled, and the elites in suits and leather shoes are beaten by the vagrants. What do you think those people rely on? Pure force?" As he talked, he laughed first. He seemed to love to laugh very much. From just now, Yan An never saw a smile on his face.

The store manager said: "Night is the easiest way to bring out the dark side of people. You can see almost any kind of dirty tricks here. Drugs, drugs, promiscuity, and fights are all commonplace, so here, no one can eat and mess around. drink."

Yan An nodded: "But even if you're not here, you can't eat things from strangers. Isn't the teacher teaching you every day?"

Store manager: "..."

Then he saw the child in front of him showing a smile: "It's like the glass of wine just now, didn't it disappear in the end? And the manager, you seem to be defenseless against me..."

The fluttering voice, coupled with the child's smiling expression, seemed a little strange: "You are like this... that's the real thing—easy to attack."

The store manager paused, and following his words, it was like dense black ants crawling up his heart, and a gust of cold air rushed over his face.

Fuck, he didn't say that he hadn't noticed it yet, so he wouldn't really capsize in the gutter, right?

He looked around for the next four weeks, and found that he was led off the route by the child at some point.

"Is the store manager afraid?" Yan An smiled softly: "It's so easy to lie..."

"You, who are you? What do you want to do?"

"I..." Yan An raised his foot and approached him, then stopped in front of him, lowered his head to his ear and let out a soft breath: "I want to eat Xiaolongbao."

Store manager: "..."

Yan An let out a "puchi" laugh, and the gloomy atmosphere just now dissipated completely like a shattered soap bubble.

Yan An raised his finger and pointed not far away in the alley: "I smelled this smell just now, but I didn't expect it... Manager, you seem a little timid..."

In fact, what Yan An wants to talk about is not this. The man in front of him is enchanting and coquettish. He seems to be sophisticated and sleek. Kindness to strangers, pure and lovely.

However, everyone in this city has their own way of life and stories, and he didn't want to be an inquisitive person. It would be too offensive for the two to have a casual acquaintance.

102. Tomorrow Monday

Yan An led the store manager into the alley slowly.

The inside and outside of the alley are like two worlds.

With the entrance of an alley as the boundary, outside the alley is full of traffic and voices. In the alley, they are still stepping on ancient blue bricks under their feet. Along the road, there are black tiles and white walls on both sides. Halfway through, it seems that they can still hear Faint babbling and kunqu opera.

The little store manager who had been sluggish before suddenly paused. Before that, his eyes were full of Yan An and he didn't notice anything else. Now he took a serious look...

The store manager suddenly felt that he should not come to this place.

He stretched out his hand to grab the sleeve of the ignorant child, stood where he was and did not move forward.

Yan An was stopped by him, then turned around and raised an eyebrow at him: "What's the matter? Does the store manager want to go back on not going to eat steamed buns with me?"

The store manager’s face was as bitter as Wang Baochuan, who had been guarding the cold kiln for 18 years. He squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "This place...is not good. If you want to eat steamed buns, I know there is a restaurant that tastes pure. The stuffing is really good, and it’s not far from here, let’s go there to eat.”

Yan An was puzzled: "How do you know if it's delicious if you haven't eaten it? And it's closer here, and I'm so hungry that I can only walk the remaining few steps. Don't do it!"

"Do you know where this place is?!" The store manager seemed to be in a hurry, and tightened his fingers on his sleeve: "This is 'Wangyoudao'! Do you think the things here are the same as outside? No If you walk in here with that identity, if you are not careful, you will never want to go out again!"

As he said that, he was about to take Yan An's arm and leave without any refutation: "Listen to me, hurry up and leave now."

Yan An held him down, "No."

"Why?!" The store manager seemed not expecting the child in front of him to be so ignorant, his mind turned around, and he didn't know what to think, and suddenly blurted out: "You don't want to catch a gold master here, do you? Damn it Let me tell you, kid, it’s unreliable! The people here

No heart, no lungs, no conscience!Goldfisher?It would be nice not to be killed by Ye in the end! "

The smile on Yan An's face gradually faded, and his subordinates patted the back of the store manager's hand reassuringly, and said softly: "I didn't mean that, it was..."

"Who has no heart, no lungs, no conscience?" Yan An's words were suddenly interrupted, and the man's voice was frivolous and smiling: "Tsk, oh, let me think about it, this is not the one who was in the capital Wangyoudao begging for support." What about Young Master Han? What a fate, we met again on Wangyou Road in Liancheng... Which one did you catch this time?"

The store manager froze on the spot ever since he heard the voice. Yan An frowned, and looked at the man protruding from the window of a tea house behind the white wall with displeasure. She looks like rowing a boat without an oar, and when her two lips open and close, she is full of sarcasm, even more unrestrained than that young master of the Cheng family.

There were already people blocking the way in the alley, just now when Yan An held him down, he saw a group of bodyguards appearing from behind him before he did.

This place really isn't something serious people should come to...

"Don't you think you're noisy?" Yan An frowned and looked at the man in the teahouse solemnly: "It's as if you are the only one with a mouth, and there is a traffic jam outside. The whistling sound from time to time is not as good as your witty words, but seeing you like this, you have practiced your artful mouth in Fengyuechang."

The man didn't seem to have expected that a kid who didn't even graduate from high school would dare to ridicule him in public for selling out, and his staring eyes were a little less pretentious: "I talked to you! You Why does this person take care of everything like the aunt of the neighborhood committee? Could it be that you are the beneficiary that Han Qingwen caught this time? Kid, you are an adult. Yes, you and Han Qingwen are both zeros, right? Is it interesting to keep him? Or did he sell you too badly?"

Yan An felt the store manager shaking his arm.

I don't know if it's anger or fear.

Yan An grasped his wrist and pulled him behind him indiscriminately, then looked up at the man on the second floor: "Have you never heard of Plato? If you don't know what spiritual love is, go back to high school and study hard." Study political history, sir, I see your ideological politics

Very very incorrect! "

Standing behind the duck feathers, Han Qingwen couldn't help but started laughing again. He lay on Yan An's back and endured it desperately. His whole body was twitching uncomfortably. Yan An panicked and couldn't see the situation of the people behind him. How could this movement sound like crying? up?

"Hello? Manager? Don't cry, manager!" Yan An tilted his head and whispered, "If you're not happy, I'll wring his head off right now and kick him like a ball! Don't..."

Before Yan An finished speaking, he suddenly heard a laugh or two from the people behind him.

Yan An: "..."

It seems that I really didn't put that man in my eyes, and I'm really not sad. It's no time, but I can still laugh. Don't be mentally ill. I love to laugh so much...

Yan An was just complaining at first, but he never expected that standing behind him, with his forehead pressed against the back of his neck, he looked coquettish. The enchanting young man who loves to laugh really has a problem with emotional cognition and expression barriers...

At this time, the ignorant man on the second floor was suddenly pushed away, and another tall man appeared beside the bed who looked cold and cold. His appearance in a suit and leather shoes was exactly the same as that of his cheap brother's godfather...

It's just that the godfather is still a bit popular, but this one looks like a complete iceberg...

"Han Qingwen, come up."

As soon as the man opened his mouth, there were only five words like an order.

103, I was angry and cried

Yan An felt that Han Qingwen behind him was silent.

It seemed that the smile was stuffed back into Aladdin's magic lamp in an instant, and it was gagged and disappeared completely.

Yan An blinked.

seem…

Is there any love-hate drama going on...

Seeing that Han Qingwen hadn't moved, the man upstairs seemed a little impatient, his brows were furrowed, and his voice sank two more degrees: "Don't make me say it a second time."

Han Qingwen subconsciously twitched his body.

Yan An frowned with some displeasure, why are these two words so annoying?

It has been many years since Daqing was subjugated, yet there are still people who talk so high and don't take others seriously.

When people are his slaves bought?

It's just that the unhappiness turned into unhappiness, Yan An didn't hate him like he did with that prodigal man just now.

After all, this kind of emotional matter is constantly cut and reasoned and messed up. As an outsider, she doesn't understand the cause and effect, and if she speaks rashly, she may even get into trouble.

Tsk, it’s actually because I’m not that familiar with the store manager. In this case, he casually