Lure from a wealthy family: The devil’s president can’t get enough

At the street snack bar, Mu Xingyao looked at Yang Gan who looked disgusted, and ordered a lot of food with a smile, grilled chicken wings, mutton skewers, fruit juice and Coke.

"No nutrition, your appetite is very strong." Yang Gan commented coldly, not intending to eat at all.

Mu Xingyao was not in a hurry, and took a sip of Coke.

"The joy of life lies in doing what you want to do. As long as you are satisfied with what you eat, it is nutritious. Come, eat some chicken wings." Mu Xingyao put the chicken wings on the plate in front of Yang Gan, and picked them up himself. one.

Yang Gan looked at Mu Xingyao's eating appearance strangely, and felt that the sky was thundering, what kind of woman should a godfather have?At least it won't be like sitting on the street and eating without image.

It was already evening, and many people came to the barbecue restaurant on the side of the road with their families, and some off-duty people were eating, drinking and laughing together in groups, a scene of fireworks.

Mu Xingyao felt that Yang Qian was very incompatible with all these things, and felt a little sad for this child, at an age when she was supposed to be acting coquettish and playful, but..., alas, the genius is so tiring, her own An An can't do this.

Yang Gan looked at the change in Mu Xingyao's eyes, and raised his face slightly: "Why do you look at me with pity?"

"You are really sensitive, you are too smart, don't you know that too smart children are not happy?" Mu Xingyao put away her emotions, took over the thin plastic gloves, took Yang Gan's plate, and carefully opened the chicken wings , Picked off the bones and sent them over.

Yang Gan pursed his lips.

"Don't dare to eat?" Mu Xingyao looked at him provocatively.

"There is nothing to dare, but I seriously doubt whether it can meet the hygienic standard." Yang Gan quibbled, turning over the chicken wings on the plate, but refused to eat.

"When I was young, I really wanted to come here to eat, but my mother always said that the cooking at home was better and more hygienic, so I never wanted to eat it. When I was hungry, I went home and told my mother, and my mother would give it to me. I made it until Tiantian secretly bought me a chicken wing one day. The two of us hid in the hut and ate it. I didn’t know that it was really delicious. Wouldn't it be a delicious taste to try it yourself?"

Mu Xingyao recalled the appearance of the two sisters holding a chicken wing when they were young, and couldn't help smiling. Although the family was very poor at that time, but recalling it, it was really much happier.

"You were so greedy when you were young?" Yang Gan shook his head, which meant that he should have known it long ago.

"Eat something, you have to try many things in life by yourself, maybe you will like it?" Mu Xingyao said, picking the mutton skewers off the skewers, and sending the roasted meat pieces to Yang Gan one by one .

Yang Gan hesitated for a moment, picked up a small piece of chicken wing and put it in his mouth, not looking away from Mu Xingyao.

He was in Rashomon as long as he could remember, and he knew that he wanted to become stronger since he was a child. Whether it was his godfather, Xue Qi, or even Luo Xiongguan, he would teach him everything. Years, what a long decade.

Mu Xingyao's heart trembled, this little guy was not indestructible, just when he was eating chicken wings, there was curiosity in his eyes that a child should have.

Next to it, there is a family of three at a table. The little boy looks eight or nine years old. His mother gently put a piece of mutton into his mouth. The little boy smiled and took his mother's face and kissed it. He said crisply : "Mom, thank you."

Yang Gan turned around in panic, knocked over the juice next to him with a shake of his hand, and the juice dripped down the table.

Mu Xingyao hurried over with a napkin to help him wipe off the splashed juice: "Look at you, be careful, come and sit next to me."

Yang Qian looked up at Mu Xingyao's concerned expression, reached out to take the napkin and wiped it carefully with his head down. No one has ever cared about him, at least not so gentle.

"Don't eat, I'm going back." Yang Gan supported the table and stood up, turned around and walked forward with his head down.

Accidentally bumped into a person, and the mutton skewers in that person's hand were scattered all over the floor.

"I said whose child is this? Don't you care about it?" The man had dyed yellow hair, and when he saw the thing in his hand fell off, he was furious, and stretched out his hand to grab Yang Gan: "Are you blind? You don't look at people when you walk? "

There was a cold light in Yang Gan's eyes, and Mu Xingyao's voice came from next to his ear: "How are you talking? Who is blind?"

Huang Mao let go of Yang Gan, and when he turned around and saw Mu Xingyao, his eyes were bright: "Shouting, what's the matter? This is your son? Little girl, don't mess around. If you make me unhappy, I will let you pay for it."

Mu Xingyao pulled Yang Gan over to stand behind her, glaring at Huangmao aggressively, pay back?

"I'm sorry if I hit you with something without quality, and I'll pay you for spilling your skewers. What's the point with a child?"

"Why are you fighting? Are you capable of biting me?" Huang Mao said, with a wretched smile on his face, he leaned forward and reached out to touch Mu Xingyao's face.

The people around were immediately attracted by them, and the group of cronies and friends with yellow hair next to them actually yelled and whistled: "Boss, sweet one, the chick is juicy and lovely."

Huang Mao turned around and smiled lightly: "Yes, it's so powerful and delicious, it's her tonight."

Taking advantage of his turning back, Mu Xingyao raised her foot and kicked at his lifeblood. This kind of bastard deserves to be beaten up. She is not afraid, Tang Yuan is not far away.

"Oh my mother, brothers, catch me and take her away." Huang Mao knelt on the ground after being kicked, and shouted viciously.

The spectators behind ran up and wanted to grab Mu Xingyao, and Mu Xingyao got up with the bag in his hand: "Little guy, call the police, call the police!"

"Don't move, if you move, I'll kill him!" Yang Qian didn't know when he had come to Huang Mao, with a bright dagger resting on Huang Mao's neck, his eyes were cold, and his tone was cold.

Immediately, Huang Mao urinated on the floor in fright, and shouted loudly: "Don't move, don't move."

The gangsters stopped and looked back at Yang Gan.

But children in their teens, these punks are not afraid, three or four came over.

Yang Gan raised his face: "Move? If you move, I will kill him. I am not yet an adult, so killing him is useless." As he spoke, the dagger lightly rubbed against Huang Mao's neck, and blood immediately flowed down up.

"How dare you!" Huang Mao's gangster said sternly.

"What is this?" As he spoke, he raised the dagger, half of Huangmao's ear left his head, and immediately howled like a pig.

"Kneel down!" Yang Gan said, and the dagger moved towards Huang Mao's neck again.

With a clatter, seven or eight people knelt down. Yang Qian looked at Mu Xingyao who was stunned beside him, and his voice softened a little: "Come here, stand behind me."