delicious life

Taking advantage of the tense atmosphere, the tone became more and more severe: "I can let you go in the morning, but you challenged my bottom line again and again, and competed with me for women. Tell me, how can I treat you? What to do?" The voice suddenly sank and was a bit harsh, and Mo Ci's interpretation of the domineering and fiery temperament in his previous life was extremely vivid.

Although it is not a good way to use this woman as a fuse, it is a good reason for these entangled friends.

Mo Ci was not afraid of making the atmosphere stiff, and his arrogance overwhelmed everyone for a moment. The female singer who had been eaten tofu by Sun Haipeng heard Mo Ci's furious words, and couldn't help but grab the corner of her skirt, and her dodging eyes flashed across A trace of gratitude.Climbing up Mo Cigi's steps, her beautiful eyes filled with tears: "Second Young Master, I, I..."

The female singer is very smart, and her fearful heart has calmed down because of Mo Ci's fierce words, and she no longer worries about the fate of tonight's "cutting scene".Grasping the main point, a few faltering words weakened his identity and transformed him into a victim of Sun Haipeng's torture. He lingered on Mo Ci and Sun Haipeng with tearful eyes, and the hand covering his chest was weak. Slender beauty.

The sound of holding their breath was heavy, the red-haired Aze and Lili who stayed beside Sun Haipeng were confused for a while, and could only hold their breath and look at the confronting two people.

"Second Young Master, it's not...how dare I argue with you, really...it's really not like this." Sun Haipeng spoke incoherently, and his tongue began to tie up in response to Mo Ci's words.The usual local snake lost the pillar that could be used to save face, and his momentum was greatly reduced, so he could only stand aside and hold on.

The pale complexion and trembling face made everyone present break into a cold sweat.Sun Haipeng, who is eloquent, also has this bear look. I don't know if there are many people who are laughing or lamenting.

"Green hat, I, Mo Er, can't afford to be ashamed, and I can't afford to wear the green hat you personally put on me!" Mo Ci waved his arms, turned around, and spoke in a stern voice.

The ups and downs of his back made Sun Haipeng's teeth chatter while his back was facing him. Sun Haipeng was flustered and desperately suppressed his panic. He couldn't think of a way for a while. The second young master smashed through.I thought the Second Young Master didn't care, but I didn't expect the Second Young Master to take this matter into his stomach, and now he said... It's embarrassing, and there are no steps to go down.

"Bastard!" Mo Ci's angry voice tore Sun Haipeng's tense nerves.

With a miserable howl, Sun Haipeng fell to the ground with a thud, and actually knelt down for Mo Ci, with his hands on the ground, his legs rubbing against each other and crawling forward.Climbing all the way to Mo Ci's feet, he shouted, "Second Young Master, I'll admit my mistake to you. You adults don't count the faults of villains... adults don't count the faults of villains. I will kowtow to you and admit your mistakes!"

After finishing speaking, he slammed his head heavily on the carpeted floor, making a dull sound.

The people present were only frightened by this change, and stared wide-eyed to see Sun Haipeng, who kowtowed and admitted his mistake. The muffled sound made them look at each other in blank dismay.

Seeing that the second young master's temper became more and more weird...but no one dared to speak out!

In this suddenly quiet corner, there were dozens of kowtows, dull but unable to break the deadlock.

Mo Ci kept his face dark on purpose, hiding all his emotions, and turned around with his hands behind his back.

The author has something to say: I still feel that it is not enough, it needs to be revised a few more times... ⊙﹏⊙b Khan

11、chapter11

In fact, Mo Ci didn't know who broke the deadlock tonight.

Throwing his sleeves angrily, he reprimanded Sun Haipeng.The hasty thought caused everyone present to show red and white expressions.

I don't know what kind of new version will appear in this circle of rich kids after tonight.

Using women as the object of conflicts and contradictions stimulates the contradictions to the maximum.

Although the face is damaged, it can solve the trouble as quickly as possible.

gain some lose some.

Glancing at the people present, Mo Cige bypassed Sun Haipeng, but what was left made everyone's eyes widen.

Sever diplomatic relations.

This was a great shock to the group of people who relied on Mo Ci's relief power to survive.

Will he be entangled by that group of people again after making his words clear?

Mo Ci felt that he was too emotional, and he said too much at once, leaving no room for it.Those minor details were too simple to think about, frightening and bluffing, resulting in a rigid situation, no steps for everyone to go down, not stopping Sun Haipeng, it was tantamount to humiliating them face to face, and there would be no less troubles in the future.

But at that time, the hasty decision did not allow him to think about it.This method is the simplest, and it is also the one that suffers endlessly in the end...

Clenching his fists, he stopped entangled in this place, calmed down his ups and downs, and found the "blue" back door exit smoothly according to his memory, calmly waved to the security guard at the door, and Mo Ci came to the back door that he seldom went to. street.

The dim light shines on the ground through the dusty lampshade, clearly illuminating the uneven ground.

Think about it 14 years later, high-rise buildings are standing here, crowds are flowing, and even the street lamps are elegant lotus seats with bright lights.Cars are driving on the asphalt road, huge advertisements are hung on the billboards at bus stops, and commercial information is everywhere.

And the "blue" behind it has also developed into a large-scale high-level club, which has changed its owner several times...

Where is the current sparsely populated, crude and simple?

Mo Ci felt that the memory in his head was incompatible with this place.

Seeing that telegraph pole, there will be a prosperous shop stationed in 14 years.Looking at that mottled wall, it will be covered with high-end clothing in 14 years... There are so many beautiful things in eyes, how can it look like it is now?

It really looks like a street that I made up...

With a wry smile on his mouth, Mo Ci watched his shadow grow longer and longer under the street lamp, the camouflage on his body was removed one by one under the light, he flattened the eyebrows that were knit together, he let out a long sigh of relief, Mo Ci was bored Kicking stones forward.

Not far from the back street should be a snack street.

Mo Ci sniffed, the smell of food from the snack street opposite made the saliva in his throat increase a lot.

At this time, his stomach rumbled very appropriately, Mo Ci smiled silently, kicked the stones far away, and strode towards the other side of the street.

Mo Ci looked at the scattered pedestrians on the snack street, feeling a little resentful.Presumably it was too late and there were not many people on the street.

Mo Ci rubbed his stomach, it contained wine, and he was uncomfortably hungry.I randomly found a snack shop that was about to close and sat down.

The greasy wooden table touched Mo Ci quite a bit. At that time, the place where he came to the most was this kind of food stall that people in the upper class called "unrefined".

Touching the oil stains on the table with his finger, Mo Ren asked the young food stall owner to introduce the special dishes on the stall.

The owner of the food stall seemed a little reluctant, stopped what he was doing, with a sullen face, brought out a plate of steaming spicy shrimp from the counter, and said in a bad tone: "This is the only thing left, here it is Half price, hurry up, I'm still waiting to close the stall." Regardless of Mo Ci's reaction, put it directly in front of Mo Ci.

Mo Ci didn't lose his young master's temper, he took out the only two bamboo chopsticks left on the table, and prepared to pick up vegetables.If you pick and choose when you are hungry, you really have nothing to eat.

Seeing Mo Ci move his chopsticks, the stall owner turned around, took another pair of plastic gloves from the counter, and handed them to Mo Ci who was having a hard time eating.

"Use gloves, it's troublesome to eat and remove the shell with chopsticks."

Mo Ci silently glanced at the food stall owner, seeing sincerity in his bright eyes, and took the gloves.

In the early summer season, spicy shrimp is a delicacy.

Spicy prawns are made from Jiwei prawns, which are marinated, fried, fried, stewed, etc., and made by adding a variety of seasonings. The essence lies in the meat quality and the seasoning during frying.

Mo Ci peeled the shell of the shrimp, and put the meat of the shrimp into his mouth with one hand.

As the young master of the Mo family, he has no chance to eat the food at the roadside stall.

If there is no such experience, if there is no such setback.

Mo Ci may not know that there is deliciousness everywhere in life.

Although the roadside stalls are small, the roadside stalls are crude.But there is a taste that the chefs of high-end restaurants cannot cook.

It is a taste that can warm the whole body after aftertaste in winter.

Mo Ci felt the spicy and spicy taste spread from the tip of his tongue. The dried shrimp meat was crispy and tender, and the meat was firm and crisp.

The "red feast" in front of him whetted Mo Ci's appetite, and warmed his cold stomach a lot.

Mo Ci's lips were red from the heat, and he didn't realize it, and the action of peeling the shrimp shells with his hands accelerated a lot.

The inhalation sound of "Sisi" made the owner of the food stall shake his head. This person who appeared suddenly was well-dressed, like a high-class person, and he was incompatible with this simple and vulgar roadside stall. How could such a person Come to eat at his roadside stall?

This plate of spicy shrimp was left by him for the little girl next door, and it was also the last food on the stall.I don't know if the spicy shrimp that I have to bring every day is missing, the little girl will complain to him?

He could imagine the appearance of his little sister pestering him endlessly after returning home, with her hands on her hips, pulling his sleeves and shouting: My food, give me back my food...

Annoying... Frowning, the young boss felt very depressed.So he vented the depression in his heart to the extremely innocent Mo Ci, who was buried in eating.

The young boss poured a glass of boiling water for Mo Ci, put it heavily on the wooden table, and still did not speak.

The little girl is very noisy and hard to get rid of.

Mo Ci raised his head when he heard the sound of venting, and the owner of the food stall looked at him with a gloomy expression.

Mo Ci touched his left hand, full of doubts.

I didn't offend the owner of the food stall, did I...