Chen Canaan took the menu and asked, "Xiao Qiao, what do you want to eat? How about shrimp dumplings?"
Qiao Wen retracted his eyes from Lin Zi Hui, expecting that Chen Canaan knew the original body's preferences like the back of his hand, so he nodded and said, "Alright, you watch over it."
Chen Canaan's mood had gone from the panic of seeing Qiao Wen at first glance to only the ecstasy of being sure that he was getting better. As for the purpose of his trip, it was already completely unimportant.
In order to Qiaowen he can take the murder as a small thing like killing chickens, but the other side came, this murder and fire has become a big thing. As for how to give the leopard master, he is not worried at all, after all, he is a small four nine children, dry into the rare, dry not in turn reasonable.
After thinking about it, Chen Canaan was enlightened.
Previously, Qiao Wen has not eaten for a few days, although I do not know why his body suddenly improved, but see him can eat, naturally have to let him eat a good meal, in Chen Canaan he did not even look at the price list, tightly teahouse expensive food, a breath of nearly ten kinds of points, ready to open the stomach, and Qiao Wen chewed a meal.
"The two of you will drink tea first, the rest will come up soon." Lin Zi Hui ordered for the two of them and was about to turn around to hand it over to the kitchen when his eyes landed on the stairway and saw the person coming up, calling out in surprise, "Abba!"
Then run towards the person cheerfully.
Qiaowen turned his head in a slight group to look over, it was a middle-aged man with a cane, wearing a Tang suit, followed by a tall man in a black suit.
This should be Lin Zi Hui's own father who was originally going to die at the hands of Chen Canaan tonight.
Qiao Wen only looked at it faintly, then withdrew his gaze and looked at Chen Canaan across the room again.
When the other party looked over at his line of sight, the hand that was originally placed on the right side of his waist slowly lowered down without any trace. That was the knife he was going to use to kill someone today, and when he just saw Lin Zhaoming appear, he subconsciously touched it.
Although Qiao Wen's gaze only lightly swept over his hand, he still sheepishly raised his hand to rub his nose, and lustfully added tea to the other party's teacup, "Xiao Qiao, I see that you're still very weak, so I'll send you home after you finish eating."
Qiaowen picked up his teacup and took a sip, saying in a faint voice, "Uh-huh."
He swept Lin Zi Hui's side with his afterglow, the father and son had already gone to the elegant room arm in arm and kissed each other.
At this time Lin Zi Hui, although he was an illegitimate child, but lived a rather rich and privileged life, a very simple and fast youth, too much happier than a slum child like Chen Canaan.
As long as his dad didn't die, he should continue to live fast. Chen Canaan wouldn't have any blood feud with him either.
Refreshments come up, large and small bamboo steamer, a table full of. Crystal shrimp dumplings with barbecued pork and roasted wheat, steamed phoenix claws in black bean sauce, curry and money belly, plus two steaming hot rolled beef congee.
Qiaowen suspected that the original body hadn't had a full stomach in eighteen years, so much so that he'd always felt a sense of hunger when he woke up until now.
This table of snacks really made him eat again, and without waiting for Chen Canaan to say anything else, he had already started eating on his own.
After eating for a few moments, he realized that the man across from him was staring at him for a long time without moving, and he looked up strangely and asked, "Brother Nan, why aren't you eating?"
Chen Canaan returned to his senses and sighed rather exaggeratedly, saying, "It's harder than heaven to get you to eat two more mouthfuls of rice on weekdays, and these past few days you've even failed to take in a single drop of rice, so I thought you really couldn't make it. Now that I see you eating so savorably, I'm really happy."
"I don't know what's going on, but I've been feeling hungry today." Qiao Wen laughed lightly and picked up a shrimp dumpling and placed it on the white porcelain plate in front of him, "Brother Nan, you eat too."
Chen Canaan curled his lips into a smile and nodded repeatedly, "It's only good to feel hungry, I'm afraid that you're always not hungry."
These days he was exhausted for the sake of Qiao Wen, fearing that once he opened his eyes, he would not be there. Now see him sitting properly in front of him, but also eat very flavorful, really do not know how to describe the joy in his heart, so much so that the murder task completely forget a clean, concentrate on eating up with Qiao Wen.
Jovian was going to be slightly more trippy than he was focused.
For one thing, he had just come to this world and held a few curiosities about everything, and for another, today was a day of great significance to both Lin Zi Hui and Chen Canaan in the original world.
Although Chen Canaan's murderous mission should have been aborted because of his arrival, he always had a premonition that this day would not pass so peacefully.
He didn't move to look across the room at the young man who had buried his head in his food.
This guy is impulsive and reckless and uneducated, and nowadays he is a standard bad boy, that is, a punk. But to the original body, it is still the most trustworthy and reliable person.
Qiao Wen had inherited the body and memories of his original body, and also seemed to have an instinctive closeness to Chen Canaan as a matter of course.
So he mentally decided that no matter what, he couldn't let this guy go down the wrong path again.
While he was secretly thinking, his remaining light suddenly glanced at a man in a card seat not far away. Because from the moment he came in, his attention was on Chen Canaan, and he didn't pay too much attention to the other people in this tea room, if it wasn't for his curiosity and couldn't help but look around, he wouldn't have realized that there was still such a person sitting there.
The man's appearance, a bronze-colored face, eyes shrewd, strong arms, look like a person in Southeast Asia. He sat alone at a table, calmly drinking tea, I don't know if he was waiting for someone.
It looked as if there was nothing special about him, but Qiao Wen inexplicably felt a strong smell of blood and murderous aura on him, like someone who had traveled over from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
He thought about it, nowadays the world is in chaos, Southeast Asia is still at war, this person is likely to come down from the battlefield of the Vietnam War.
Afraid of being perceived, Qiao Wen didn't dare to look at it blatantly, but only continued to use his afterglow to survey it.
And just as Lin Zi Hui came out of the elegant room, the man clearly raised his head and looked towards the person.
Those eyes were like falcons, never a casual glance.
Qiaowen's mind was stunned, and he suddenly thought of something.
The author has something to say:
Chen Canaan (black question mark face): What did you think of?