According to Gan Qing's common sense, "I'll treat you to dinner another day" is similar to "Ouch, why have you gained weight?" and both belong to "New Year greetings". They are only used to express a polite attitude and have no practical meaning. Most people should not take it seriously.

Go.

Maybe the leader is not an ordinary person.

"Well... aren't you busy?" Gan Qing choked for a while and struggled to squeeze out an excuse, "I see that you work overtime every day and are busy with everything, so I never dared to call you."

"It doesn't matter," Yu Lanchuan looked at her closely, "This month is okay. Next month will be the end of the year, and there will be more trivial matters in the company. So it's best to make an appointment closer."

Save yourself from having to wait until the end of the month and run out of money.

Yu Lanchuan paused and then added: "After all, I went to help you out of kindness that day."

As a result, you left me in a den of thieves and had to take the blame in front of the police.

Yu Lanchuan left half a sentence in every sentence, and her tone was calm and calm. She didn't sound particularly rude, but the "accusation behind the words" was all in her eyes, allowing her to feel it herself.

Gan Qing had just received his salary in the afternoon. Seeing that the RMB was like a box of tissues during the flu season, he couldn't help but take a few puffs. By now, more than half of it was gone, and his heart felt colder than his stomach.

She glanced at Mr. Yu's stylish cashmere coat, and then at the thin cotton-padded jacket she bought during the sale, feeling that this was a cruel and inhumane exploitation.

But it was indeed a bit shameful to owe someone a favor and have someone come to collect debts. Gan Qing had no choice but to admit it, thinking that the long-term pain would be worse than the short-term pain, so he said: "Then did you eat today? I happened to be hungry.

It’s a rare encounter, how about I treat you to a midnight snack?”

She thought slyly: "Supper is always cheaper than dinner."

As a health expert, Yu Lanchuan would be very opposed to eating late at night unless he was too busy and couldn't help it. However, at this moment, he stared at Gan Qing for a moment with no meaning, and actually nodded: "Okay."

Although Gan Qing secretly changed her concept and had dinner as a late-night snack, after all, it was a treat, so she still chose the most luxurious place in her consumption bracket - leading Mr. Yu to a McDonald's 300 meters away.

Yu Lanchuan, who had not been to a fast food restaurant since he was twenty-four years old, was shocked. He stared at the red-haired uncle at the door for a moment. He turned to look at Gan Qing in disbelief - Are you going to treat me to this?

"Can't you get used to it?" Gan Qing smiled and pointed across the street, "There is also a Malatang restaurant over there, which is also very good. The boss is an acquaintance of mine, so you might as well go there."

Yu Lanchuan followed her gaze and saw that there was indeed a fly shop across the street. The door of the shop was covered with a thick yellow earth-colored curtain. The oil might have been used to paste the windows. It was not clear what was inside at first glance. The environmental conditions were very miserable.

The name of the store, which was draped with string lights at the entrance, had three characters in total. Half of it was broken and was shivering in the cold wind.

Why haven’t the relevant departments banned it yet?

Gan Qing: "It's just that his store is small. There may be no seats available at this hour. You have to stand..."

Yu Lanchuan struck into McDonald's like lightning.

As soon as he entered the door, he was greeted by the greasy smell of fried food and butter floating in the store. Yu Lanchuan thought for a moment that he had entered some blind date forum - the section "My blind date is weird".

According to incomplete statistics, eighty percent of the complaints from these "weirdos" begin with "The first time we met, we made an appointment at McDonald's/KFC."

Gan Qing asked politely: "Do you have any taboos? What do you like to eat?"

Yu Lanchuan thought sadly: I avoid everything and don’t want to eat anything.

But he didn't say uncontrollably: "...No, it's fine."

Gan Qing: "Is it so easy to make a living? Then I can express myself freely."

Yu Lanchuan gave a fake smile: "...Okay."

To die.

After Gan Qing finished ordering and was waiting for the food, he looked back and saw that Mr. Yu had taken off his coat, carefully folded it in half, and put it on the back of the chair. A length of crocodile skin strap was exposed under the cuffs of his shirt.

Speaking of which, Yu Lanchuan is actually a very serious person, with a very serious aura.

This kind of temperament is not easy to maintain, because it usually needs to be matched with a sense of superiority and distance, and it needs to be clear and cold, pure, and fairy-like. If it is not fairy-like, it will feel greasy and vulgar if you are not careful.

The style is obscene and eye-catching.

But Mr. Xiao Yu is amazing. His "cold and serious" temperament is not pure enough. It is fake at first glance, but there is no sense of vulgarity. Instead, he has a sense of joy. As soon as he appeared, she drank a lot of cold wind today.

And the anger was blown away.

I saw him holding a piece of menu paper, frowning and lowering his head to study the thing, as if the emperor was reviewing a memorial - his expression was quite serious, maybe he was preparing to sentence a corrupt official to a prison sentence.

Gan Qing amused himself by thinking about it, and accidentally laughed out loud. Yu Lanchuan, who was sitting upright, had very good ears, and he actually heard it from so far away. He looked up at her with a serious look.

Gan Qing: "Pfft..."

I want to laugh even more.

At this time, there were not so many people dining in the store, and most of the few customers were not here to eat. Yu Lanchuan looked around and saw a clean scavenger leaning in the corner with his eyes closed and concentrating.

A year-old primary school student occupied a table by himself, drinking Coke and doing homework. A courier delivery boy, who might have come in to take a break, had fallen asleep on the table. There were a few others who ordered some snacks and were doing their homework.

There was a lively chat about “Series A financing” at the Yuanqian dining table.

Gan Qing bought an extra bowl of corn cups, placed them in front of the primary school boy, and patted his head. The little boy seemed to know her very well, so he accepted the offer happily and gave her a toothless smile.

"The kid from the Malatang family across the street," Gan Qing said, "all three of his family live in the shop. The shop does business, and there are drinking customers at night. It's too chaotic, so he comes here to do his homework."

Yu Lanchuan watched her tear open a packet of sauce with ease and seemed to hear the sound of an energy bomb exploding.

Gan Qing: "Newly fried French fries."

High GI foods.

Yu Lanchuan stared at her fingers and began to play the subtitles in his mind like crazy: If you eat it, the blood sugar will soar to the sky in a helicopter. Then you will open the insulin switch and urgently convert all the calories into fat. The blood sugar will fly halfway, butt.

The helicopter below is gone, so you start to fall freely, and you find that you are hungry again and cannot stop at all. These fresh fats will block your blood vessels and internal organs, and you will not be able to spit them out after eating them. From now on, you will have three highs.

's destination.

He glanced at Gan Qing, who was like a reed stick, and felt that her pancreas was screaming busy.

Gan Qing, as the host, saw that he was not moving, so he thoughtfully took a bottle of Coke, put a straw in it and handed it to him: "You're welcome."

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

High in sugar!

High sugar will stimulate dopamine, and the addiction mechanism is similar to that of some drugs. Over time, it will reduce cognitive abilities and aggravate mood disorders - that is, you will become depressed and stupid.

The "Series A Financing" lecturer at the next table was still impassioned: "...Health will definitely be the issue that people are most concerned about in the future, especially food health! However, due to lack of professional knowledge and not paying attention to the combination of nutrients, people always consume it unknowingly.

There are many junk foods. Our products mainly address this problem and provide customers with a full range of nutritional combinations..."

Yu Lanchuan couldn't stand listening anymore. He took a sip of Coca-Cola with a majestic expression, as if he was testing the poison on his own body, and thought sadly and angrily: "Why should I come here...it tastes really good."

The more Gan Qing looked at him, the more amused he became, and he started to eat according to his expression, and his appetite improved a lot.

In order to prevent himself from accidentally eating more junk food, Yu Lanchuan took two sips, then firmly reached out and pinched the straw, trying to cover his mouth with words: "When did you start following Xiang Xiaoman and those people?"

Gan Qing prevaricated without raising his head: "When I was wandering around, I accidentally bumped into him."

Yu Lanchuan: "Since you always knew where they were, why didn't you call the police earlier?"

"How do I know what they are going to do?" Gan Qing spread his hands helplessly, "What if they are just tourists from out of town who come here to have fun and meet netizens?"

"You know," Yu Lanchuan refused to let her go, "on the day you attacked Xiang Xiaoman, when you called the police, those two people had just walked to the intersection - no need to deny it, there was surveillance on the traffic lights at the intersection."

"Don't talk nonsense. How can I predict the future?" Gan Qing dipped his fries into the ice cream and ate it without spilling any water. "What did the person who called the police say? 'I saw two suspicious people walking past the intersection'? Now

Can 110 even handle this kind of call?”

Yu Lanchuan was unmoved: "The gang was holding a wooden sign with the word 'Wan Muchun' engraved on it, and it was broken into pieces."

Gan Qing paused her hand and rubbed a piece of chocolate on the fries. Then she said nonchalantly, "Really? I didn't pay attention. Maybe I touched it during the fight."

"Wan Muchun was once one of the Five Ultimates, haven't you heard?" Yu Lanchuan said lightly, "Aren't you curious as to why the descendants of heroes would do such a thing?"

Gan Qing: "I am a bit ignorant and ignorant."

Yu Lanchuan: "I don't think so. One of the criminal gang members had several blood marks on his body. The one on his neck almost exactly coincides with the position he drew on Nie Ke's neck. What a coincidence - either Xiang Xiaoman prepared it

When the murder was being committed, you were on the scene and watched, or you had an extraordinary understanding of these people's methods. You went to their lair alone and broke off the wooden sign. After all, it was the same as the legendary one who had disappeared for many years.

'Wan Muchun' has a grudge, or does it have something to do with them, and he can't bear to see someone pretending to be someone else?"

Gan Qing sighed and looked at him helplessly: "Master Xiao Yu, I live in your courtyard. It's really just because I'm poor and can't find a suitable house that I shamelessly ask for shelter. I have no other intention. Everyone is a neighbor.

It's fate. It's best if we live in peace. If I get rich one day, I might move out immediately. I haven't asked about your inheritance, have I?"

"Which teacher do you want to ask me about? Han Jiang Qi Jue was taught by my grandfather. My undergraduate and master's schools are listed on my resume, and you can check them on the company's website." Yu Lanchuan said sincerely, "You bought the lottery ticket to get rich.

Which one? Is it the number you divined?"

Gan Qing: "..."

Yu Lanchuan: "I'm not nosy, but I'll cover this up for you. You always have the right to know who you helped and why, right?"

Gan Qing was silent for a moment, and just when Yu Lanchuan thought she was going to bury herself in the ice cream and drown, she slowly said: "The sound of Xiang Xiaoman screaming that day reminded me of a friend of mine."

Yu Lanchuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"She was abused by her husband and could not get out of the shadow. Sometimes she would wake up from nightmares in the middle of the night and make this kind of scream."

"What kind?"

"She was hoarse, she was hoarse on purpose," Gan Qing thought for a moment, "not because of the pain, nor because she was frightened. What she was venting was the pain that had been accumulated for a long time, and she couldn't express it...or she had expressed it, but no one

Understand, no one listens.”

Yu Lanchuan said: "But Xiang Xiaoman has no injuries on her body, and the neighbors can also prove that Nie Ke has not abused her - the sound insulation of the old building is not good, and the sound of the children next door practicing piano is loud, and sometimes it can be heard along the heating pipes.
To be continued...