Chapter 881: Good to come to the restaurant again

Although Liu Lang knew that Wu Nuannuan couldn't move his feelings, he had a strange idea in his heart, wanting Wu Nuannuan to like him.

This feeling is very complicated, and even selfish.

Liu Lang himself knew that this was not good, but he couldn't control it, and even tried to pretend to be dead-skinned, so that the atmosphere was as embarrassing as possible.

It's just a kiss, and it's not a kiss at all, it's just a lifesaver in times of crisis.

However, when the pain gradually became numb at the end, Liu Lang really felt the warmth and delicacy coming from Wu Nuannuan's soft lips, sweet like sugar, soft like silk, and not out of taste.

But it was only for a moment that Wu Nuannuan woke up and bit Liu Lang's tongue again.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

Liu Lang's voice still has a hissing voice.

Wu Nuannuan also saw the restaurant, raised her hand and looked at her watch, without saying a word, and parked the car directly at the door of the restaurant.

The restaurant is not big, but the name is good, and you can come to the restaurant again.

There are not hundreds of restaurants with this name in Yanjing City, but I am afraid there are still more than a dozen.

Therefore, when he saw the name ยขยขยขยข, m.โŠ™.cโ—om, Liu Lang only smiled slightly, and said in his heart: "Come again, hehe, if it's not good, you won't come." โ€

Anyway, it's just to fill my stomach and talk about the case casually, and I don't have much demand for the quality of the food.

After Wu Nuannuan parked the car, she didn't even say hello, jumped out of the car directly, and walked into the restaurant.

Liu Lang was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shouted, "Hey, Officer Wu, wait for me." โ€

While shouting, Liu Lang also jumped out of the police car and ran after Wu Nuannuan.

The restaurant has only one floor, which is only forty or fifty square meters, and there are five or six tables.

The proprietress of the restaurant was a middle-aged woman with an ordinary appearance, and when she saw Wu Nuannuan walking in, she hurriedly greeted her, and said with a smile on her face: "This police officer, I don't know what you are doing?" โ€

Although the proprietress had a smile on her face, her voice was still trembling, obviously not understanding why the police would suddenly visit.

Wu Nuannuan was wearing a police uniform, her face was cold, don't be the boss lady, even if she walks on the street, I'm afraid that others will walk three meters away when they see it.

Wu Nuannuan seemed to be accustomed to this situation, and said quietly: "I came to dinner with my friends." โ€

The proprietress was stunned when she heard this, looked behind Wu Nuannuan, and saw Liu Lang coming over.

"Oh oh, okay, what do you need, I'll tell someone to do it right away."

The proprietress softened, and hurriedly greeted Wu Nuannuan to a table against the wall, and then nodded respectfully towards Liu Lang, and said with a smile: "This police officer, I don't know what you want to eat?" โ€

Liu Lang didn't wear a police uniform, and he had never been called like that, he was stunned to be called like this, but he was stunned, and he didn't seem to react.

"Uh, ask, ask her......"

Liu Lang pointed at Wu Nuannuan.

The proprietress looked abrupt, and hurriedly came to Wu Nuannuan again, and asked while pouring water, "I don't know what the police officer wants to eat?" โ€

Wu Nuannuan nodded at the proprietress: "Just come with a few dishes, we have to handle the case after eating." โ€

"Okay, okay, then we'll do it right away."

The proprietress saw that Wu Nuannuan didn't want more, so she hurriedly went into the kitchen.

There is only a curtain between the kitchen and the dining room, and the sound of stir-frying can be clearly heard inside, and even the aroma of vegetables wafts out unconsciously.

After Liu Lang saw the proprietress leave, he also turned his head and looked at the entire restaurant.

The restaurant is just rice, and business is okay, only one table is empty.

Most of them seem to be white-collar workers in the neighborhood, a few people at a table, and they have a dish.

Only one table is one person.

The man had his back to Liu Lang, and there was a bottle of Wuliangye and two dishes on the table.

Although those two dishes are also home-cooked, they are all chicken. One dish is white chopped chicken, and the other is spicy chicken.

The man at the table drank a glass of white wine every time he took a bite of food.

In less than five minutes, more than half of the full bottle of wine had gone down.

While Liu Lang sighed that the person had a good amount of alcohol, he also turned his head, looked at Wu Nuannuan and asked, "Officer Wu, do we want to drink some wine?" โ€

Wu Nuannuan didn't pay attention to Liu Lang at all, but took out a piece of paper and a pen, and drew some messy things on them.

Liu Lang was a little curious, half-bent over, leaned towards Wu Nuannuan, and said with a smile: "Officer Wu, what are you doing?" โ€

Wu Nuannuan still ignored Liu Lang, but drew on the paper by herself.

Liu Lang was bored, so he had to close his mouth and look curiously at what Wu Nuannuan drew on the paper.

I saw Wu Nuannuan draw something similar to gossip, with two words written on the right, non bing, and then a cross on it, changed to meridian.

Then, Wu Nuannuan clasped his thumb on his index finger and muttered, I don't know what it was.

Liu Lang saw the novelty, and when he saw Wu Nuannuan's appearance, he was like those old men who were fortune tellers and cheated money on the street, he couldn't help but laugh, and couldn't help but laugh: "Officer Wu, are you going to change your career to fortune telling?" โ€

Wu Nuannuan still didn't even raise her head as if she hadn't heard, but her brows furrowed slightly, and she muttered to herself: "Da'an, Liulian, Suxi, Chikou ......"

"Sizzle...... Isn't that right? Isn't it possible at all? โ€

Wu Nuannuan's brows became tighter and tighter, and slowly gathered on his forehead, which seemed to give people a feeling of bitterness and hatred.

"Ahem, Officer Wu, we, can we say something?"

Liu Lang couldn't understand it, and he was uncomfortable, and when he saw that Wu Nuannuan ignored him, he had to ask in a low voice.

Wu Nuannuan still didn't say anything, and suddenly wrote two words on the left side of the gossip, Yi Chou.

"Smack!"

At this moment, a voice shouted: "Boss, wine, wine, wine, wine is gone." โ€

Liu Lang followed the voice and saw that it was the person he saw just now.

In just a few moments, the man had drunk all the entire bottle of Wuliangye, and was slapping the table, his head lying on the table, as if he was too drunk.

The man looked very depressed, and was drinking to get rid of his sorrows.

Liu Lang frowned, and said to himself: "Cut, you are still an alcoholic, you can use wine to eliminate your sorrows, what's the use of drinking here?" โ€

Not only Liu Lang, but even those white-collar workers who ate frowned slightly, and their eyes showed disdain.

One of the women, whose face was painted like a fairy, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "Hmph, don't drink if you can't drink it, what kind of drunken madness are you playing here?" โ€

When the proprietress heard the shouting, she hurriedly ran out and saw the empty bottle on the table at a glance.

The proprietress was also stunned, obviously she didn't expect a person to drink a bottle of wine so quickly, so she hurriedly stepped forward and persuaded with a smile: "Big brother, I see that you have also drunk a lot, otherwise, don't drink it today?" โ€

"Drink, I still want to drink, if I don't get drunk today, I won't return!"

The man was holding the bottle and banging on the table.