"Okay, okay, don't argue with me, two."

In the small private room, Mao Nanbei and Zhao Aotian sat side by side.

Jin Ge and Zheng Gan sat together.

Chen Jingbing sat inside.

Zheng Gan comforted: "Everyone is friends, why are you quarreling?"

"snort!"

The two looked at each other, and then turned away with extreme disgust.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Gan was a little bit big.

Damn it's totally aggravated.

"Don't touch me!"

Because Zhao Aotian accidentally touched her with his elbow, Mao Nanbei exploded directly: "I thought you were a good guy, but I didn't expect you to be a mentally retarded who drinks milk, bah."

"Second!"

Zhao Aotian cursed: "You are good and bad, so normal people will choose milk? If you don't believe me, ask Zheng Gan?!"

"Just ask, do you really think my dog ​​things can't tell me? You said, dog things! Are goat milk better or cow milk better?"

"Yes, brother Zheng Gan, come and judge!"

Zheng Gan was about to split.

No, why did you quarrel and get me on the head?

Let me say it?

I said damn it?

On one side is my Mazi, on the other side is my financial backer. What do you want me to say?

I'm just an eight-month-old child, why are you so embarrassed by me?

Uh, but I really want to tell you that I am accustomed to drinking milk.

Jin Ge, who was standing beside him, was still staring at him, drooling and smirking, like an old mentally retarded person.

Zheng Gan leaned closer to his ear and whispered:

"If you laugh, I will blow your teeth."

Jinge shivered so much that he quickly covered his mouth.

You have to say this if you don’t say it. If you say it, you may offend one, and if you don’t say it, you have to offend two.

Zheng Gan said bitterly, "Oh, stop arguing, after all, it's just a matter of taste.

Just like sweet tofu brain or salty tofu brain, can you say which one is better?”

Mao Nanbei: "Of course it's sweet tofu brain."

Zhao Aotian: "Of course it's salty tofu brain."

The two of them slapped the table in unison and said, turning their heads to look at each other.

After being silent for a long time, Zhao Aotian said with a murderous expression: "Miss Cat, it seems that we really have different horoscopes. Did I owe you in my previous life?"

Mao Nanbei even took out his dagger: "Since I owe it, why don't you pay it back now?"

Zheng Gan: "..."

Immediately afterwards, the two of them both turned their eyes to Zheng Gan: "Dog thing, do you think, sweet tofu brain or salted tofu brain?"

Zheng Gan, who was bleeding but not crying in the dungeon, had the urge to cry in this second.

Cats and North Koreans like sweet tofu brains with goat milk.

Zhao Aotian likes milk-salted tofu brain.

What do I like?

What should I do if I like sweet milk tofu brain? Soul is light!

Damn, what do you ask me to say?

Don’t do this, I am just an elderly person who is less than a year old, why do you bully me like this?!

Jinge next to him laughed and said, "Hehe, I like goat milk and sweet tofu brain."

Bang!

With a loud bang.

There is a large-font-shaped break in the private room of the teahouse.

The two of them retracted their smoked fists and stared at Zheng Gan with a fierce look.

Chen Jingbing in the corner passed through the thunder and saw that Jin Ge had already flown into the pit across the street. She was frightened to the point of being as scared as gold paper, trembling like a rabbit, and dared not say anything.

"I...I..."

Faced with this question, Zheng Gan hesitated for a long time, and finally, under pressure, he could only answer: "Milk...sweet tofu brain."

"You actually surrendered to the enemy by dogs!"

The cat Nanbei rushed up like a tigress, grabbed Zheng Gan's hair and bitten it, and cursed in his mouth: "Do you don't love me anymore? Do you want me to give birth to a baby for you?!

You are so unfaithful dog that you are so angry! I have been following you sincerely, but you don’t even follow me. I’m so scaring you to death~”

"Hey...hey don't catch it! I'm bald, I'm going to be bald!"

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"I don't care about meow! Wow! I cried meow~"

She held Zheng Gan's head like an octopus and kept chewing.

The whole private room was messed up by the cats and north.

Zheng Gan's screams were clearly heard across the three streets.

Seeing this, Chen Jingbing hurriedly stepped forward and advised: "Stop hitting! Master Cat, I like to drink goat milk, don't hit it."

But where did she persuade her?

Zhao Aotian saw this scene.

It seems like a quarrel, but it is actually a proof of a team's love.

I really envy that I have had such a team before.

For some reason, Zhao Aotian felt relieved when he saw them fighting.

Sudden!

His right hand, which he placed on the table, shook like a spasm.

Zhao Aotian frowned, quickly covered his right hand and placed his hand under the table. The surface was still light and quiet, as if nothing had happened.

But this detail cannot escape Zheng Gan's eyes.

While resisting Mao Nanbei scratching, Zheng Gan secretly looked at Zhao Aotian with his own light.

His face turned pale, his upper body warmth rose inexplicably, his heartbeat accelerated, and his pupils dilated.

What's wrong with him?

When Zheng Gan was confused, Zhao Aotian spoke.

"Forget it, you won."

The simple five words made the fight in the private room abruptly come to an end.

"Oh?" Mao Nanbei turned around, looking puzzled.

Zhao Aotian patted the metal knee pads and stood up and said, "Since Miss Cat likes goat milk so much, then just pretend that she has no taste."

After saying that, he got up and took a check from the bank: "I will pay for the repair fee and this tea money. I have something to do, so I will take a step first."

As he said that, he opened the door and left.

Before closing the door, Zhao Aotian glanced at the confused Zheng Gan and said softly: "Cherish your teammates."

In this way, with Zheng Gan's confusion, the farce came to an end.

"Wow! I won the meow! Sheep milk is indeed the best meow!"

The cats are cheering.

Chen Jingbing, who breathed a sigh of relief, quickly drank tea to moisten her throat, but was accidentally burned to her tongue, which caused Mao Nanbei to laugh.

Staring at the check on the table.

For a moment, Zheng Gan was inexplicably heavy.

Recalling his expression just now.
To be continued...