Eat while hot

Later, Yang Moshu was sent back by the two younger brothers with Xu Wanhe's cayenne.

It seemed that he vomited once in the middle, so when he woke up the next morning, Yang Moshu's lapel was still a little stuck.

As a result, Yang Moshu was going to be late for work because he took three showers early in the morning.

But it's not too late.

Yang Moshu frowned, feeling anxious.

"Please hurry up, I'm going to be late."

The people in front glanced at him, but didn't speak after all.

Yang Moshu's eyes were anxious.

"Ten minutes left."

The man turned his head and looked at him again.

Yang Moshu sighed heavily,

"Oops, I made an appointment with a syphilis patient for a follow-up examination today, and I think he has already arrived."

The people in the line couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the change and left angrily.

"Neuropathy!"

Yang Moshu hurriedly took a step forward, "Boss, bring me an egg pancake, add a piece of ham sausage, and put more hot sauce."

The boss took Yang Moshu's change,

"Okay, just three minutes."

Yang Moshu frowned, "No, I'll give you an extra dollar, and you can make me an expedited version."

The boss hesitated for a while, and his hands were faster, "It's okay."

So I made an egg-filled biscuit in 2 minutes and handed it to Yang Moshu.

When Yang Moshu went to clock in with breakfast in hand, the time was exactly right, not a second off.

The old gatekeeper looked at Yang Moshu and gave a thumbs up,

"Xiao Yang, you are really good. Every time the time is approaching, I see you queuing up at the door to buy breakfast, and you can still get your card in the end. You are really a potential [-]-meter runner."

Yang Moshu didn't say anything, just smiled, hid the cake and intestines, turned and went upstairs.

When we got to the office, there were already two patients waiting in line outside the department.

Old Huang on the opposite side has already started seeing patients.

"Xiao Yang, you stepped on it again."

Yang Moshu paled his face, "What are you stepping on? I didn't step on anything."

Then he said to the patient next to the desk, "Wait a minute, I'll pour some water and start."

Lao Huang took out the case from under the printer and handed it to the patient.

"Xiao Yang, if you want to pour water, don't pour it so hot. Can you drink it?"

Yang Moshu covered the kettle with the cork, stuck the pancake vertically to the cup, and tied the two things into a tall strip with a towel, "It should be cold in a while."

Then he wiped his hands, turned on the computer, and looked up at the patient's registration bill, "Surname Xu?"

The patient nodded, "Doctor, do you know how to trade in stocks?"

Yang Moshu entered the patient's information into the computer, "No, I only know how to fry noodles."

The patient sighed, "Recently, I have been trading in stocks without thinking about food and tea every day, and I can't sleep at night, and I am always constipated. I went to the internal medicine department, and they told me to go to the neurology department to have a look."

Yang Moshu looked at him, "Are there any such emotions as irritability, anxiety, and restlessness?"

The patient thought for a while, "Oh...it's okay, the main thing is loss of appetite, abdominal distension, nausea, very uncomfortable..."

Yang Moshu tapped the keyboard,

"Well, did you go to the internal medicine department for an examination?"

"I checked, but the results are quite normal, so I recommend you to come here."

Yang Moshu paused, "Are you impotent?"

The patient was taken aback, "What are you doing, doctor?"

Yang Moshu glanced at him, "You may be suffering from an autonomic disorder, which can cause temporary disorders of many physiological functions of the human body, including digestive system functions and sexual dysfunction. I am asking you for a better diagnosis. Don't think about it elsewhere..."

The patient thought for a while, "It's been a long time."

Yang Moshu gave him another checkup, and issued a bill after the diagnosis.

"In this way, you go to pay the fee first, and then come over for preliminary treatment."

After that person left, he called the next one in.

After all the busy work, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

Yang Moshu unwrapped the towel sadly, touched the pancake that was no longer hot, and ran to bask in the sun under the window.

Lao Huang made himself a cup of Sunshine Green,

"Xiao Yang, even if you are white, you can't go under the window to bask in your face."

Yang Moshu took a bite of the pancake, and found that the boss forgot to put lettuce for him because he was in a hurry, so he was a little angry, "It's cold, thinking about eating it in the sun seems to make it hot..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang.

Yang Moshu didn't care about the cake, and hurriedly took out his phone.

It's a text message from 10086.

It's not Xu Wanhe's.

Yang Moshu played with his mobile phone while eating, and found Xu Wanhe's phone number from the address book.

I remembered that he warned himself with a dark face last night that he had to turn on the phone 24 hours a day, and if he couldn't find anyone, everyone would just wait and see.

It's not flattering at all.

He is still the sexiest with his brows furrowed under the blanket of hot potatoes.

Yang Moshu put down the cake and changed Xu Wanhe's name to Xu Laohei to vent his anger.

-

Tang Ziyan really handed over all the lines under his hands to Xu Wanhe.

And really no tricks.

If it was changed to before, Xu Wanhe really wished for it.

After all, after so many years, I clenched my fists just to fight and grab.

But from now on, there is no need to rob, Tang Ziyan doesn't want it.

In fact, being able to be used is quite good, at least it shows that for him, there is still a need for him to exist.

But soon it will be gone.

In Tang Ziyan's words, if you are bored, you will be bored. I don't know if I can really leave like this, but how will I know if I don't try.

Big deal come back again.

When he said this, he looked downcast, sitting by the window sill, a layer of morning glow fell on his shoulders.

Anyway, they are all external objects, which are not that important to him.

Xu Wanhe sat in the room and cleaned his gun for two hours, feeling extremely irritable.

This is fucking brain shit.

A couple of dogs and men, I wish them both get AIDS early and break up soon!

Then he threw the gun on the table, and a man took the car keys and turned around to leave the house.

No one in the room dared to speak. They just watched Xu Wanhe go downstairs and start the car by himself.

Xu Wanhe drove the car, wandering aimlessly on the streets, really wanting to find something to do that would make him happy.

But after thinking about several places to go, I found it boring.

The old ones are already tired and crooked.

Nothing new.

So Xu Wanhe naturally thought of Yang Moshu.

This person is very strange, obviously weak, but always feels sorry for himself.

Quite interesting.

-

Yang Moshu really felt that this person was too bad.

What does it mean to ask for someone's phone number but not call them?

This is obviously treating himself as a spare tire gun friend.

Yang Moshu clenched his hands fiercely, thinking that he would never wash his ass again, and would eat garlic and onions violently to kill this hooligan.

Just thinking about it, Xu Laohei suddenly popped up on the screen.

Yang Moshu was taken aback for a moment, then picked up the phone again.

Xu Wanhe's voice was low, "Where is it?"

Yang Moshu breathed a sigh of relief, but did not dare to inhale, "At home."

"where is your house?"

Yang Moshu covered his nose and inhaled slightly, "202, Unit [-], Xinghuo Community, Dongfanghong Street."

"Mars community?"

"It's Xinghuo..."

Xu Wanhe lit a cigarette, "Why are you bored while talking?"

Yang Moshu held the phone between his hands, covered his nose with one hand, and moved with the other.

"I'm going to the bathroom, and I'm covering my nose, so you're bored hearing the voice, hey, by the way, what do you want from me?"

The sound of slapping clothes came from the other end of the phone, and Xu Wanhe's voice was faintly angry, "It's all right!"

Yang Moshu stirred the soup pot with a spoon, and after sprinkling MSG, he turned off the fire on the stove, and then let go, enjoying the most perfect food aroma,

"Ah...it smells so good..."

"...that's disgusting..."

Yang Moshu had a smile on his lips, "You ask me where is my house?"

"You will be at the gate of your community in 10 minutes." Xu Wanhe yelled in a deep voice, "Wash my ass clean!"

After speaking, I hung up the phone.

Yang Moshu checked the time.

Anyway, it's not enough, it's better to sit down and eat well.

Then he filled a bowl of rice by himself, put the vegetables and soup on the table, and took out two small pickles from the refrigerator, sat at the table and began to chew slowly.

Xu Wanhe's call came quickly,

"Where are you, why didn't I see you?"

Yang Moshu sipped the soup, "I haven't gone down yet."

"Then what the hell are you doing?"

"Wash your ass..."

The phone hung up with a snap.

Yang Moshu thought that this person must have left.

But it doesn't matter, just treat yourself as cheap.

Yang Moshu couldn't eat anymore.

After a few random picks and tidies, Yang Moshu went down for a walk in shorts and slippers.

By the way, don't give up, go to the gate of the community to see if he is still there.

As soon as he left the corridor, he saw a Land Rover parked at the door.

The mother-in-law downstairs was tremblingly carrying a large basket of vegetables, complaining with her mouth shrunken,

"Ah... whoever has such a big car is stuck at the door..."

Yang Moshu hurried up to help the old lady carry the vegetables into the corridor, and after seeing off the people, he wanted to go and reason with the owner of the car.

It was already dark, and the car was covered with film. Yang Moshu really couldn't see if there was anyone inside, so he lay down on the window of the co-pilot.

The window of the car came down suddenly, and Yang Moshu almost threw himself into the car.

Xu Wanhe was smoking a cigarette, with half of his face immersed in the shadows.

At first glance, this man is not handsome at all, even fierce, but he has a peculiar charm, like the strongest liquor in the wine cabinet, which makes people think of some words naturally in their minds, such as Fiery, like a male.

Yang Mo stared at him blankly, "You're still there..."

Xu Wanhe opened his mouth, but couldn't hear the slightest anger,

"You are looking for death."

After speaking, he unlocked the car.

"Get up."

Yang Moshu looked at his little gown and slippers, hesitated for a moment, and opened the car door anyway.

Xu Wanhe looked contemptuous, but when he saw the watermelon red slippers on his feet, he softened a little, "The slippers are pretty in color."

Yang Moshu looked at the slippers he bought for two yuan at the entrance of the university bathhouse, and at the expensive watermelon red sleeves on his body, "Your clothes are also pretty."

Xu Wanhe curled his mouth, trying to hide his complacency, "Let's do it."

Yang Moshu suddenly felt that he was also quite pitiful, so he silently took out his mobile phone,

Changed Xu Laohei in the address book to Xu Xiaomei.

Even if it is a good wish for him.