The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

Chen Jianan took the menu and asked, "Xiao Qiao, what do you want to eat? How about shrimp dumplings?"

Qiao Wen retracted his gaze from Lin Zihui, expecting that Chen Canan was so fond of the original body, so he nodded and said: "Okay, look at it."

Chen Jianan's mood went from seeing Qiao Wen's panic at first, to the only ecstasy left to make sure that his health is getting better. As for the purpose of my trip, it is completely unimportant.

He could treat killing as a trivial matter for Qiao Wen, but when the opponent came, the murder and arson became a big deal. As for how to deal with Lord Leopard, he didn't worry at all. After all, he was a small forty-nine boy. It was rare to do it, but it was reasonable if he didn't do it.

After thinking about it, Chen Jianan suddenly became clear.

Qiao Wen hadn’t eaten for a few days before, and although he didn’t know why his body suddenly improved, but seeing that he was able to eat, he naturally had to give him a good meal. In Chen Canan, he didn’t even look at the price list. He was close to the expensive restaurant. He ordered nearly ten kinds of food in one breath, and prepared to open his stomach and chew with Qiao Wen.

"The two of you drink tea first, and the others will come up soon." Lin Zihui ordered the order for the two of them. He was about to turn around and hand it to the kitchen. His eyes fell on the stairs. He cried out in surprise when he saw the person coming up. dad!"

Then happily ran towards the people.

Qiao Wen's Weiwei group turned his head and looked at it. It was a middle-aged man wearing a Tang suit with a cane, and a tall man in a black suit followed by his side.

This should be Lin Zihui's father who would have died in Chen Canan's hands tonight.

Qiao Wen only glanced faintly, then withdrew his gaze, and looked at Chen Canan on the opposite side.

When the opponent looked over, the hand originally placed on the waist on the right side slowly lowered without a trace. That was the knife he was going to use to kill people today. Just seeing Lin Zhaoming appear, he subconsciously touched it.

Although Qiao Wen's gaze was only an understatement and swept across his hand, he still raised his hand to rub his nose with a guilty conscience, and wanted to add tea to the other party's teacup: "Xiao Qiao, I think you are still very weak, and I will give it to you after eating. go home."

Qiao Wen took a sip from the teacup and said quietly: "Yeah."

He glanced at Lin Zihui's side with his afterimages, and the father and son had gone to the private room intimately, arm in arm.

At this time, Lin Zihui, although he was an illegitimate child, had a very rich life. He was a very simple and happy young man, much happier than slum children like Chen Canan.

As long as his father does not die, he should continue to live happily. Chen Jianan will not have any **** feud with him.

Refreshments came up, a table full of bamboo steamers of various sizes. Barbecued pork with wheat crystal shrimp dumplings, steamed chicken feet curry with black bean sauce and money belly, plus two steaming raw beef porridge.

Qiao Wen suspected that the original body hadn't eaten enough for eighteen years, so that when he woke up now, he always felt hungry.

The snack at this table really made him move his index finger again, and he started eating it without waiting for Chen Jianan to say anything.

After eating for a while, he realized that the man opposite was staring at him for a while, and he raised his head and asked strangely: "Brother Nan, why don't you eat?"

Chen Jianan returned to his senses, sighed exaggeratedly, and said, "It’s harder to get you to eat two more meals on weekdays than to go to the sky. These days, it’s even more difficult to get in. I thought you really can’t do it. Now look at it. I'm so happy that you have such a good taste."

"I don't know what's going on. I always feel hungry today." Qiao Wen smiled lightly and picked up a white porcelain plate of shrimp dumplings in front of him, "Brother Nan, you eat too."

Chen Jianan curled his lips and nodded again and again: "It's better to feel hungry, I'm afraid you will not be hungry."

In the past few days, he was exhausted for Qiao Wen, for fear that he would be gone as soon as he opened his eyes. Now that I saw him sitting in front of me and eating very tasty, I really don't know how to describe the joy in my heart, so that I completely forgot the murder mission, and concentrated on eating with Qiao Wen.

Compared to his concentration, Qiao Wen was a little bit half-hearted.

Firstly, he had just come to this world and was somewhat curious about everything. Secondly, in the original world today, it was a day of great significance to both Lin Zihui and Chen Jianan.

Although Chen Canan's murder mission should be dead because of his arrival, he always had a hunch that this day would not pass so peacefully.

He calmly glanced at the opposite young man who was eating.

Although this guy was impulsive and reckless and didn't learn well, he is now a standard bad guy, that is, a small bastard. But for the original body, he is still the most trustworthy and dependent person.

Qiao Wen inherited the body and memory of the original body, and it seems that he has an instinctive closeness to Chen Canan.

So he decided in his heart that he couldn't let this guy go on a crooked road anyway.

Just as he was thinking to himself, Yu Guang suddenly caught a glimpse of the man in a deck not far away. As soon as he entered, his attention was on Chen Jianan, and he didn't pay too much attention to the other people in the tea room. If it weren't for curiosity, he couldn't help but look around, and he hadn't noticed that such a person was sitting at all.

The man had a shameless appearance, a bronze face, sharp eyes and strong arms. He looked like a person from Southeast Asia. He sits at a table alone, sipping tea calmly, not knowing if he is waiting for someone.

It seemed nothing special, but Qiao Wen somehow felt a strong smell of blood and murderous aura on his body, like a person wading from a sea of ​​blood from a dead mountain.

He thought for a while, now the world is chaotic, Southeast Asia is still fighting, this person is probably from the battlefield of the Vietnam War.

Afraid of being noticed, Qiao Wen didn't dare to look blatantly, and only continued to look around.

And when Lin Zihui came out of the room, the man clearly raised his head and looked at others.

The look was like a falcon, and it was definitely not a casual look.

Qiao Wen was startled, and suddenly thought of something.

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