Eat while hot

Yang Moshu tilted his head and held the phone between his hands, peeling the lychees in his hands.

As a result, there was a yell on the phone, and the already peeled lychees rolled to the ground in fright, "Fuck your mother and ask me for leave!"

Yang Moshu squatted on the ground to pick up the lychees, and blew on the ashes, "I can't please..."

"Who is your leader! I beat him to death!"

Yang Moshu blew the dust again, and found that it was not clean, so he could only shake his head regretfully, throw the lychee into the trash can, and then went to check the phone, only to find that it had been hung up. Hanging in the evening river.

Yang Moshu thought about returning the litchi to him after eating, otherwise it would be very inconvenient if he didn't occupy his hands.

As a result, Yang Moshu also forgot after eating, so he went directly to Xiao Hu's substitute.

Xu Wanhe stayed at his home, sitting by the window, immersed in the sunset.

The watch in his hand was shining gold, and the hour hand was pointing to six.

Xu Wanhe smoked a whole pack of cigarettes.

If there is no accident, the two of them should be sitting in a high-end restaurant now, waiting for the sky to gradually darken, and then set off fireworks, a very romantic confession.

But now he was smoking a stuffy cigarette here, and dropped a whole trousers of ash.

What a fucking wimp.

The little brother beside him saw it, and leaned slightly, "Brother Xu... Since Brother Yang has to go to work, it's okay to set off fireworks at the entrance of the hospital. Anyway, eating is not the point."

The frown that was tightened slightly eased, Xu Wanhe raised his eyelids,

"It's okay."

"I'll wait until it's dark, and then I'll call Little Brother Yang out. I'll take my brothers outside to light fireworks and play music. Wouldn't that be more pleasant..."

Xu Wanhe felt much more relieved, stood up abruptly, pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, "That's it!"

After the off-duty point, Yang Moshu began to be on duty in the emergency department.

I thought it must be very leisurely, but it turned out to be completely opposite to what I imagined.

Fortunately, Yang Moshu is very familiar with several doctors and nurses in this department, and they often come to play, so Yang Moshu's emergency treatment ability is not too bad. He treated a high fever and a trauma. It's time to eat.

As night fell, the lights outside the hospital turned on, and the stars were dotted, blending into the neon lights of the city, and they were extraordinarily bright.

Yang Moshu intends to find time to go out and buy a meal for himself.

As a result, before he could step out the door, he bumped into an oncoming man in a suit.

"You don't have eyes!" The man had a long scar on his face, and his tone was arrogant.

After seeing the white coat on Yang Moshu's body, he changed his tone, "Doctor, save someone!"

Yang Moshu backed away, hurriedly made room, and several people came in from the door, one of them came in with an old man on his back.

The last to come in was a blue shirt.

His temperament is very different from others, he is also in his 30s, with a cropped cut and a poker face, with such a vicious vibe.

Yang Moshu led everyone into the emergency room, thinking that he should eat this dinner later.

The patient was 69 years old and had suffered from heart disease for many years. He felt chest tightness and discomfort after dinner. When it was delivered, his lips were cyanotic and his electrocardiogram was straight.

The attending physician rolled his eyelids and looked at his pupils,

"Get ready for the funeral."

Someone went up and grabbed the doctor by the collar, "Fuck your mother, can you say it again?"

The doctor was a little confused, "Why are you so unreasonable? The patient had already died when you sent him here. It was a heart attack. How long has it been? The time for effective rescue has passed."

The man went up and slapped him, "Fuck you! If you don't fucking cure him, the brothers will collapse on the spot, do you believe it or not?"

Yang Moshu's heart trembled.

It turned out to be the underworld.

I don't know if Xu Wanhe recognizes him or not.

I just wanted to call Xu Wanhe to ask, but another person came up and kicked the phone off Yang Moshu's hand, "What the hell do you want to do? If you don't want to be beaten, just sit down for me honestly." .”

Bancuntou has been standing by the side smoking, without saying a word, until a younger brother bent over, "Brother Yang... this..."

Yang De threw the cigarette on the ground, raised his foot and snuffed it out.

Then he took a few steps forward, looking down at the person lying on the hospital bed.

The little brother over there slapped the doctor several times, "Fuck your mother, you can't even save anyone, be your mother's doctor!"

The rest of the people gathered around the door, pointing at the few remaining doctors and nurses,

"Fuck me, be honest, let me see who dares to call someone?"

Yang Moshu felt extremely uncomfortable.

This time I don't know when I will be able to eat.

Yang De looked at the corpse without looking at it, and the little brother next to him cried.

"Brother Yang...Brother Yang...don't be like this...really...I feel uncomfortable just watching it..."

"Brother Yang...how about you cry...don't hold back..."

Yang De sighed slightly, shed a tear,

"dad……"

There was a bang outside, and the fireworks splashed everywhere, which was extremely gorgeous.

Everyone in the room heard it, but no one dared to look outside, they were all immersed in grief.

Yang Moshu also wanted to read it a little bit, but was afraid of being beaten, so he resisted it and didn't look outside.

Yang De's crying mood has been reduced by half, but his face is still tense,

"dad……"

There were three bang bang bang outside, followed by the drum band.

In the small open space in the backyard of the emergency building, a group of people are rehearsing in advance.

"Fuck your mother, why did you come with the whole drum band... Where's the violinist that you promised?"

"What... speak louder..." a younger boy covered his ears and yelled to the drum band, "Stop knocking your dick, you can't even hear your words!"

"Let me tell you... I was smoking a cigarette just now, and I accidentally flicked a firework on it. I lit a firework, are you okay?"

"What...can't you hear me..." The little boy covered his ears, went up and kicked the trumpet, "I don't see people playing drums, you don't play drums anymore, you still play a dick... just fuckin' I'm going to blow your horn to death...I'll fuck you to death..."

Xu Wanhe was sitting in the car and was about to call Yang Moshu to ask him to come out, but when he saw that the fireworks had been set off early, he immediately became annoyed, "Fuck? Who the hell did this?"

The younger brother next to him frowned, "Brother Xu, wait, I'll call and ask."

Then there were three more beeps, and the faint sound of the drum band.

Xu Wanhe's face was extremely ugly, "Where is the drum band from?"

The younger brother was already sweating, "Brother Xu, wait a minute, I made several calls but didn't answer, I guess I didn't hear..."

Xu Wanhe raised his leg and kicked his younger brother, "Go out and look for it! Why don't you just sit here and make a phone call!"

The man got out of the car and went to work without saying a word.

Xu Wanhe glanced at the time and made several calls to Yang Moshu.

As a result, none of them got through.

Xu Wanhe was a little scared.

I'm afraid that brat is also there.

Thinking of this, Xu Wanhe was so anxious that he opened the door and got out of the car.

Two younger brothers followed, "Brother Xu, where are you going?"

Xu Wanhe walked towards the outpatient building of the hospital, "I'll go in and look for him, but the phone doesn't work."

Then I remembered again, and told the people next to me,

"Whoever found the drum band, it's too rustic, hurry up and leave, as long as the fireworks are on the line, wait for my notice, don't fuck me, I haven't opened my mouth yet, the fireworks will be over for me."

After saying this, Xu Wanhe's phone rang, and it was from the younger brother just now, "Brother Xu, there is a fight here, and there are more than ten people on the other side. The drum band is playing, you don't think it's anyone else's business..."

Xu Wanhe's heart tightened, "Where are the fireworks?"

"The fireworks are fine, but the people who set off the fireworks are beaten up...I'm not peeking from the side..."

"Can I ask who it belongs to?"

"This is a bit difficult...but I guess our people should have already reported your name...this is still labeled like this...I don't know how much hatred...Brother Xu...what should I do?"

Xu Wanhe snorted coldly,

"This is also a matter, you wait."

After finishing speaking, he turned his eyes to the number and dialed.

"San'er, bring ten carts of people to the Central Hospital, and bring everyone who should be brought."

He didn't ask anything on the other end of the phone, and he readily agreed.

Xu Wanhe immediately hung up the phone and ran to the outpatient building.

It is said that this hospital is open. The outpatient building and the emergency building are built at the same position as the main entrance of the hospital. If you want to go to the inpatient department, you have to go through the gate. You don't need to go through the gate directly to the outpatient building.

Xu Wanhe saw that the lights in the outpatient building were all dark, so he went to the emergency building instead.

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A few people in the emergency room went out, Yang Moshu lowered his head, feeling that this family is quite pitiful.

Howling here and setting off firecrackers over there, I don't know who is so wicked, maybe it's the enemy.

The door opened suddenly, and the little brother who came in turned pale.

"Brother Yang, it's not too good."

Yang De's face was livid, and he glanced at him, "What's the matter?"

The younger brother blurted out, "It's from Xu Wanhe."

Yang Moshu choked out while drinking water.

The younger brother took a look at Yang Moshu, "We heard that it was him, and we didn't intend to do it, but you know, Brother Yang, that the younger brother under him is too crazy, I couldn't see it, so I did it directly... But fortunately Not many people."

Yang De said with a sullen face, "I think he did it on purpose."

While speaking, someone suddenly knocked on the door softly, and before he could give permission, he pushed it open.

A skinny man looked at the people inside and was stunned.

The person at the door raised his hand as if to grab the little skinny man by the collar, "Who are you?"

But before the hand reached out, it was immediately put down.

The little thin man stepped aside, and then a glowing red figure flashed out, smoking a cigarette, and the gold watch on his wrist was very conspicuous.

Yang De's eyelids tightened slightly, and he clenched his hands tightly.

Xu Wanhe was surprised to see Yang Dezai.

I thought Yang Moshu himself was the only one in it, but there were so many people.

It is said that Yang De has a long relationship with him.

I think back then when I became famous, the persecution didn't know where I got hurt.

The two are about the same age, Xu Wanhe became famous earlier, and this Yang De has been following Lao Mo's ass all the time. Back then, Lao Mo had to give Xu Wanhe three points, let alone Yang De.

What is he?

Didn't it just because he killed his boss, and Tang Ziyan got away, that he was here in this place, so he could barely be called Xu Wanhe's opponent.

Not long ago, he even gave Xu Wanhe an emerald set, but Xu Wanhe returned it.

Xu Wanhe looked down on him quite a bit.

Not to mention fear or not.

Xu Wanhe raised his eyebrows slightly, "You are here..."

Looking at Xu Wanhe's festive red body, Yang De felt very uncomfortable.

"Yes, didn't my father just pass away?"

Xu Wanhe looked at the people inside, but didn't read Yang Mo's book.

"Uncle's death won't make the doctor like this..."

Yang De took a deep breath, "Brother Xu, since my father passed away, you shouldn't be celebrating outside with cannons and music."

Xu Wanhe frowned.

This is hard to hear.

But right now I have few people, and if I don't gain the upper hand, even if there is fire, I have to endure it.

I saw him chatting with the little nurse next to him, facing Yang De,

"Old Yang, you're wrong. Brother Xu is such a heartless person like you say... To put it bluntly, I can't just bring these two people to my death even if I really have such leisure."

Seeing the doctors and nurses rushing out from behind Xu Wanhe, Yang De felt something was wrong.

It would be no fun to go back and call the police and call the police.

Xu Wanhe didn't want to cause trouble either, "I'm sorry today, what a coincidence, I'll treat you to dinner another day and I'll accompany you, okay?"

Yang De didn't speak, obviously hesitating.

Xu Wanhe felt annoyed, and went out after reading Yang Moshu, so he was anxious to get away, so he didn't care about this little loss.

As soon as he turned around, Yang De's younger brother stretched out his hand to stop him,

"My Brother Yang hasn't told you to go yet."

When Xu Wanhe went up, he slapped him until his nostrils bled, "Your boss didn't stop me, what an idiot?"

Yang De threw the cigarette butt away, his eyes sank, "Don't go."

Xu Wanhe's heart went cold in an instant.

This confession is a fucking wreath.

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After Yang Moshu ran out, he called the police.

Just thinking about why Xu Wanhe didn't come out, more than a dozen people rushed in from the corridor, and ran towards this side.

One of Xu Wanhe's little brothers turned pale, and pointed to one side, "Brother Xu is inside."

A few people kicked the door in, and Xu Wanhe came out after a while.

The arm was pulled badly, and there was a big gash, bleeding down.

Yang Moshu looked distressed, "What did you do?"

Xu Wanhe ignored him, turned to talk to the person next to him,

"It's almost done, hurry up, if you want to fight, you can't fight here."

Then he pulled Yang Moshu again, "Let's go."

Yang Moshu looked at his arm, "Wait a minute, I'll deal with it for you..."

"Take care of your mother." Xu Wanhe grabbed him by the collar and flung him out, "I still have a damn thing to do."

Yang Moshu thought that Xu Wanhe might be hiding from the police, so he followed him into the car in a panic.

There were more than a dozen cars parked outside the hospital, someone came up to meet him, greeted Xu Wanhe into the car, and sent him away.

The car didn't know where it was going. Everyone in the car was very nervous, and no one spoke.

Yang Moshu was sitting next to Xu Wanhe in a white coat,

"what's up?"

The man next to him squinted at him, his face was immersed in the shadows, his outline was tough,

"I blame you all the fuck. You have to be on duty. You are worth it. I almost put me on duty. I'm so fucking crazy. If this **** is in a vegetable again, you will be a widow!"

Yang Moshu thought for a while, "What widow?"

As if reminded, Xu Wanhe lowered his head and began to touch his trouser pocket.

After touching it for a long time, I found that the key was gone.

The canteen key that I prepared for Yang Moshu was lost during the fight.

I'm too busy working, I didn't do anything, and I made people beat me like this.

Xu Wanhe was silent for a while, his nose a little sore.

He just silently lit a cigarette for himself.

The younger brother of the co-pilot answered the phone,

"Brother Xu, the third brother said, everyone has withdrawn, the police have gone, and Yang De seems to have run away, leaving a few of his younger brothers to take the blame over there."

Xu Wanhe didn't say anything, just smoked like a cigarette.

Yang Moshu glanced at him, "Where are we going?"

Xu Wanhe replied angrily, "Go where you love dicks."

"Okay, let's go eat plum cakes. I just haven't eaten yet." Yang Moshu looked around in the car, "I know there is a delicious one, hey...it's over there... just stop at the intersection in front of you."

The people around looked at Xu Wanhe, "Brother Xu...is that okay?"

Xu Wanhe flicked the cigarette ash, feeling weak, "I bought it and took it away."

Yang Moshu nodded, "Alright, I bought it and I'll dip it in sugar at home."

Hearing this, the younger brother got out of the car and went to buy plum cakes, and then sent the two of them back to Yang Mo's home as instructed.

By the time all the tossing is over, it's already too late.

Yang Moshu went home to give Xu Wanhe a brief treatment of the wound, then heated up the plum cake in a steamer, and prepared a small dish of white sugar.

Just sit under the air conditioner and eat while it's hot.

There is a row of white, soft and glutinous pastries in the blue plate, steaming.

The orange light fell on it, like a layer of honey, which was very attractive.

But this is not as attractive as the person in Yang Moshu's eyes.

Yang Moshu sat on the bench eating cake, dangling his legs, watching the man on the opposite sofa smoking a sad face, his heart felt warm.

The delicious food in the warm mouth has no fragrance, only the pure sweetness is left, which is so sweet.

Yang Moshu approached with plum cake and sugar dish, "What are you thinking about?"

Xu Wanhe's heart was shattered.

It was even more sad to find that the smoke was gone.

"Unlucky."

Seeing his drooping head, Yang Moshu wanted to annoy him a little bit, but he also wanted him to block the backs of so many gangsters to be a man, so he decided to let him go, "It's okay, your injury is not deep, and it will grow soon." Okay, besides, you saved several nurses and doctors, what a virtue..."

"You know a fart! It's not this!" Xu Wanhe's eyes were a little red, "...unlucky..."

Yang Moshu pinched the cake and dipped it in sugar, "What's wrong?"

"Look... I have been the eldest brother for so many years... I don't even have a companion... It seems to be a failure..."

Yang Moshu paused.

Smiling and eating, "Go on, I've agreed and I'll help you solve it."

Xu Wanhe seemed to reflect suddenly.

Suddenly straightened up from his sitting position, staring at Yang Moshu, "Fuck..."

Yang Moshu continued to laugh, thinking to see what this black guy could say.

"Don't say no fuck."

Xu Wanhe looked at Yang Moshu, feeling very hot for no reason.

Suddenly, he felt that he had never loved Yang Moshu's cheap mouth so much as he did now.

This sudden feeling confuses Xu Wanhe as much as he rushed to block Tang Ziyan's sword in spite of himself.

Xu Wanhe didn't want to block the knife anymore, and when he was with this little doctor from now on, he would not be afraid of any knife wounds.

Xu Wanhe looked at Yang Moshu, and felt that there was nothing difficult to say,

"Xiao Yang...or else you'll be my target..."

Yang Moshu chuckled and said nothing.

Xu Wanhe's face was black and red, and he cursed from the side.

"Oh shit."

"Okay."

After finishing speaking, both of them felt a little embarrassed.

I didn't speak for a long time.

Later, Xu Wanhe took the initiative to open the mouth,

"Is it delicious?"

"delicious."

"I have a taste?"

Yang Moshu handed over the rice cake, "I'll eat it for you."

Xu Wanhe pushed away the things Yang Moshu handed over, and raised his hand to embrace him.

The sweetness and the smell of tobacco are entangled together, and they conflict abruptly, but they are touching.

After a long kiss, Yang Moshu threw the rice cake in his hand and jumped on it.

Xu Wanhe pressed him on the sofa,

"Don't you eat it while it's hot?"

Yang Moshu licked his lips,

"Isn't this going to eat you while it's hot?"

(End of the article)

It's over here, Sahua~ the ending song~ the author just represents himself as a gift of a dozen condoms to Xiaomei...

There will be a special episode, and next is a thick and long meat episode. I also thought of an episode about the quarrel between old man Xu and old man Xiao Yang. You can suggest the rest, and I will try my best to write.

Really, very grateful to every girl who followed the article, your messages are full of water, punching in a daze, falling in love, role-playing, playing codes, schedules, no discipline, molesting the author's situation, hen, what are you talking about? Intermittent manic episodes, whipping reminders Losing all conscience is the motivation for me to write more...

Thank you, Xiao Zi, if it wasn’t for you lying on the ground with your legs crossed and rolling around begging Brother Xu to heal the new pit, and being rejected repeatedly, you still persisted in harassing the author [! 】Xu Wanhe is probably still lying on the hospital bed and has not woken up, and Yang Baa is still waiting to be cannon fodder in the roster of young mistresses.

I have never been so happy to write a text [Fucking I want to cry]

Thank you for being so nice to me.

You guys are really nice and nice.

[Small hands are in the shape of a heart] [Military merit charter is half of mine and half of yours] [Who can give me an ending song for me? 】