delicious life

The bar will still accept orders from guests in the evening.

Whiskey, wine, and desserts that the F people will never get tired of.Many guests will choose to dine with their companions on the booths in the dining area, while listening to the brisk and soothing music from the dance floor.

Mo Ci took two glasses of white water at the bar, ready to drink before leaving.

Handing the glass to Duan Feng, there was a sound of glass breaking in the dining area over the bar.

Mo Ci turned his head in doubt, and saw the two guests dining by the window standing up excitedly, the shorter guest slapped the table fiercely, picked up the goblet on the round wooden table, and poured the wine inside The liquid splashed on the tall guest opposite.

The waiter in the restaurant looked over there cautiously, Mo Ci patted him on the shoulder, hesitated for a while, greeted the bartender at the bar, and walked towards the two emotional guests, acting as a mediator to prevent them from damaging the shop decoration.

The sound of the chair being pulled away rubbed against the ground, making an ear-piercing sound, and the tall guest who was drenched in alcohol grabbed the guest who took the chair away, emotionally, and softly called out: "Smile, don't go... "

The familiar tone made Mo Ci raise his head in surprise, and sized up the two guests who were in a state of tension.

Mo Ci's memory was shocked by the gentle and handsome face of the man who was drenched in wine. Mo Ci's original polite and polite words were thrown away, and Mo Ci called out the name of that person in surprise, frowning slightly.

"Liang Yuwei? Are you Liang Yuwei?"

"You are—" The tension between the two people was interrupted by Mo Ci's cry, the tall guest raised his head, the pain and excitement on his face made Mo Ci unable to adapt.

"You are Mo Ci?" An uncertain voice came out of his mouth, and the familiar outline on a face he hadn't seen for a long time made Mo Ci sure that he did not recognize the wrong person.

Liang Yuwei's developed facial features have matured a lot, accumulated years, and are personable.

...It's just that the glass of wine was poured on his straight suit, making him look extremely embarrassed, which compromised his demeanor.

"Yes, Liang..." Before Mo Ci could finish speaking, a shock from the side hit Mo Ci. Mo Ci staggered and held onto the table just in time, seeing the short man who was with Liang Yuwei fall. He fell to the ground and stepped forward to help.

"I'm sorry." The person who bumped into Mo Ci and caused himself to fall felt embarrassed, apologized quickly, wiped his face with his hand, and stood up with the support of Mo Ci's arm.His thick eyelashes fluttered, his short chestnut hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, his brows and eyes were light, and his facial features were exquisite.With its small facial features gathered together, it looks like an underage child. Rather than calling him a man, it would be more accurate to call him a boy.

His thin lips trembled slightly, his complexion was abnormally pale, and his emotions were as agitated as Liang Yuwei's.

Mo Ci watched his chest rise and fall, shrugged his shoulders, and asked aloud, "Are you okay?" Looking at the embarrassed Liang Yuwei in front of him, he pursed his lips tightly and locked his eyes on the boy.

"Is there something wrong between you?" Mo Ci turned to Liang Yuwei and asked with concern.

"No!" It wasn't Liang Yuwei who answered Mo Ci aloud, the boy who quickly suppressed his emotions said in a low voice, hurriedly nodded his thanks to Mo Ci, apologized, ignored Liang Yuwei who looked solemn, passed Mo Ci, and quickly He walked out of the restaurant and strode towards the door of the restaurant.

"Smile!" Liang Yuwei stretched out his arms, trying to follow him out, but the waiter blocked his way, "Sir, you haven't paid the bill yet..."

"I——" Liang Yuwei turned his head, his eyebrows twisted together, and he pulled out the currency that could be paid from the pocket of his suit in a panic.Seeing his flustered look, Mo Ci stopped his hand and nodded slightly, "Well, Liang Yuwei, go find your companion first, and I'll help you pay the bill..."

"Thank you!" Liang Yuwei ignored the politeness, stuffed the things back into his pocket, stretched his legs, ran towards the door, and disappeared after a while.

Mo Ci paid the bill for this table, plus the broken cups, cutlery, and the long list of numbers made Mo Ci's heart hurt. Mo Ci frowned, thinking that he must recover the debt next time we meet , Liang Yuwei, who would throw trouble at him as soon as they met, also felt distressed for a while.

"Let me pay the bill." Seeing Mo Ci's frowning and slightly pouting appearance, Duan Feng walked over and took the bill from the waiter.

"No, I'll pay." Mo Ci snatched back the menu to pay, and patted Duan Feng on the back vigorously.

"Hehe, that was my classmate just now, it's rare to see him in a mess, if he wasn't in a bad mood just now, I would have gone up and punched him," Mo Ci waved his hands and got into Duan Feng's car, " Let me tell you my old story, he was a complete hypocrite..."

The car started the engine, and Duan Feng drove the car steadily, listening to Mo Ci's rambling narration, and merged into the forward traffic.

61、chapter20

The air in the early morning of January is very chilly. At this time, there are not many people who can say goodbye to the bed and exercise outdoors.

The evergreen shrubs on both sides of the park were stained with last night's frost, melting into dewdrops, and the air-conditioning lingered.Before the sun rises, the weather is cold and dry.

The sparse calls of birds on the branches echoed in the empty park.Mo Ci put on Wei Zhe's brown scarf around his neck, and started his morning exercise.

I ran five laps around the central fountain in the park, rested the sweat on my forehead, and then borrowed the public equipment in the park to exercise my arm strength.

Mo Ci can have such perseverance because he was stimulated by Duan Feng, who is a head taller than him and has a strong figure.

Not only is his arm a circle thinner than him, but his wrist strength for lifting a wok is also inferior to Duan Feng, who has not been in the kitchen for two years. Mo Ci spent the whole night thinking in front of the TV last night and made a preliminary fitness plan.

Going for a run in a nearby park every morning is part of the plan.

The body gradually warmed up, and the feet no longer felt bulky in the cold and dry air, but the chest rose and fell, and the breathing could not keep up with the rhythm of the exercise... It was obviously a sequela of insufficient exercise.

Mo Ci could imagine that when he woke up tomorrow, his arms and legs would be sore for a while.

He stopped, sat on a park bench, and waited until his lungs filled with air again, propping him up to continue running.Unexpectedly, after sitting down, I don't want to get up and run.

Mo Ci's plan of exercising died in one morning.

It was already eight o'clock in the morning when he walked home. While thinking about today's breakfast, Mo Ci said "Good morning" to his familiar neighbors.

"Good morning, Mrs. Charles."

"Good morning, Mo." Mrs. Charles, who was wearing a red scarf, responded to Mo Ci, with worry in her eyes.

"Mo, I have something to say to you. Do you have time?" asked Mrs. Charles.

"I have plenty of time, Mrs. Charles, what do you want to say?" Mo Ci stood firm on the spot, looking suspiciously at Mrs. Charles who blocked his way.

"Mo, I have to say this in a calm tone." Mrs. Charles' expression became serious, and her voice was very serious.

"Go ahead, Mrs. Charles, I'm listening."

"Okay. Mo, have you seen Morrison recently?" Mrs. Charles's face darkened, carefully observing Mo Ci's expression.

"Morrison?...Thinking about it, I haven't seen him for a long time." Mo Ci scratched his head, searched his memory, and the smile faded from his face.

"I haven't seen this child for a long time. It's been a month, or more than a month, and the neighbors around say they haven't seen him." Mrs. Charles brushed her loose temple hair, and pulled Mo Ci to sit down on a chair with an expression Seriously, Mo Ci's dazed expression aggravated her worry.

"Morrison, are you missing?" Mo Ci read the doubts in Mrs. Charles' eyes and concluded.

"I don't know if I should say this. It may involve your privacy, but I still have to start from the beginning... It seems that you don't know where Morrison has gone."

"You say, I don't mind." Mo Ci held her hand.

"It's been so many days since the last time you had a conflict and cold war. That girl, do you still like that girl? Can Morrison not give up this relationship and also like that girl?"

"What? What girl?"

"The girl you both like, I'm sorry, Mo, my husband Charles and I have guessed that you must like the same girl, so there will be conflicts."

"During that time, I saw Morrison's painful expression. He must have had a hard time choosing between love and friendship, so he lingered in front of your house."

"No, no, there isn't any girl." Mo Ci shook his head, and patted the back of her hand dumbfoundingly, "There is indeed a conflict between us, but it's not that we fell in love with the same girl. You worry too much."

"Isn't that so?" Mrs. Charles opened her mouth.

"No, I think Morrison is gone, I have nothing to do with it, there must be a reason why he suddenly disappeared from our sight. He disappeared without telling anyone, I think... I want to go to work with him first Ask somewhere else, and then make a decision." Mo Ci frowned, comforting the enthusiastic Mrs. Charles softly.

"It's not the worst situation, we can't call the police yet," Mrs. Charles returned and held Mo Ci's hand, "Maybe he went home, I was thinking too much... Oh, forgive me, I will be redundant Energy wasted worrying about it, Mo, I see you as my own sons. Forgive me, childless old woman, keep an eye on this, keep an eye on you..."

"Do not,