Neighborhood lover: Come to my bowl!

Late at night, mu qiaoyang walked forward aimlessly. Slowly came in.

"I didn't expect it to be a restaurant." He said to himself.

He went back to the restaurant. I remember calling the restaurant "Canghai" at that time.

Once through the sea, it is difficult to be a sea of water.

The reason for this name is to commemorate his unrequited love for the dragon and the moon. It was here that he met Yan Waner and opened a new relationship.

However, in the end, these have become a mirror and no longer exist.

"Alas." Mu qiaoyang still sighed.

Someone's going in. Just passed by mu qiaoyang. Mu qiaoyang was taken down by those people and walked forward involuntarily.

The welcome at the door said politely, "Sir, do you have an appointment?"

"No. I just came in."

"Then this way."

The welcome pointed to the scattered seating area.

In fact, without her pointing, mu qiaoyang is too familiar with here. When decorating, it was his idea.

Mu qiaoyang didn't want to come in. He was afraid of being hurt by the scenery after he came in.

But again, this is not the original scene. What else can you hurt.

Besides, he had no place to go during the long night.

Thinking of this, he stepped in.

The style of the restaurant has not changed much. I remember when I sold out the restaurant, the person who took over said that he didn't intend to make much changes here. That person also agreed with mu qiaoyang's decoration taste and business philosophy. 'it won't change much except the name,' he said.

It turned out that what he said was true.

Walking in, mu qiaoyang remembered a lot. He used to be the boss here. Every night, I would ask several waiters to do this and that. I was very busy. Finally, when the restaurant closed, they were too tired to move.

It was hard and tired at that time, but now it feels sweet in retrospect. Not like now.

"I think I'm still suitable for working here." Mu qiaoyang laughed at himself.

Compared with the owner of this restaurant, the work of the group president is much more difficult and boring. But as people say, once you have power in your hand, you don't want to let go anymore.

That's true.

On the left is the box. Mu qiaoyang stood up and went in. He said to the waiter, "I'll have a box."

"How many are you?"

"Just me."

"A person - is he waiting for a friend?"

"No, I'm alone. I'll pay."

"Oh, that's good."

The waiter didn't say anything.

Mu qiaoyang walked into the box. This box used to be the place where he drank with Mu Qingtian, Mu Huanjiang and sometimes Feng Yeqi. Sometimes, Longyue or yunzhuran comes back. I remember once, Hei Jieming didn't come either. Everyone came except mu ruoliau.

The box is full of memories.

Mu Qiaoyang ordered several dishes, ordered a bottle of Baijiu, and drank himself.

It's easy to get drunk when a person drinks. When a few glasses of wine go into his stomach, his brain will be muddy and heavy.

Oh. He sighed. I wanted to numb my brain, so I wouldn't think about those things. Who thinks, the more wine you drink, the more sober your brain is. What has happened these days is presented in front of us like a lantern.

"Are you all right, sir?"

"Nothing." Mu qiaoyang whispered.

"But you don't look very good."

"I said I was fine." Mu qiaoyang emphasized.

"But..."

"I said I was fine." Mu qiaoyang's tone became heavier and stared. The waiter was a little girl. She was frightened by his stare and quickly stepped back.

"Well, sir, take your time."

"Wait." Mu qiaoyang stopped her again. "I don't know yet. What's the name of this restaurant?"

"The sea."

"The sea?" Mu qiaoyang smiled, "why is this restaurant still called this name? Hasn't it changed?"

"I don't know. I heard it wasn't called that name, but it was called after the new boss bought it."

"New boss? Another boss. Alas, the world has changed so fast. Canghai... Right." Mu qiaoyang looked up at the waiter, "do you know how to say the word Canghai?"

"Yes, the boss told me." The waiter said solemnly and playfully, "it comes from a poem. It's hard to make water through the sea."

The waiter was about twenty years old, about the same age as cocoa.

Seeing her, I always think of cocoa involuntarily. In other words, cocoa has left since the wedding. He said he was wandering in the south. I don't know what's going on now. I haven't been in touch for a long time.

Mu qiaoyang patted his head: "how do you think of cocoa? It's been many years. Besides, you have nothing to do with her."

Mu qiaoyang is not a fool. Cocoa likes him. Of course he knows. But he will never cocoa. He treats cocoa like his sister. At that time, mu qiaoyang only had long Yue in his heart. But later, he gave up on the Dragon moon. He knew that Longyue's heart only had Mu Qingtian, and there was no room for other people.

The waiter left.

Mu qiaoyang continued to drink. Drink more and more. The eyes blurred more and more.

"I really don't want to wake up. The world is too dirty." Murmured mu qiaoyang.

Compared with other children of Mu family, mu qiaoyang's heart is relatively simple. He always likes to idealize things. He has principles, but he doesn't know how to change.

The waiter came in again.

"Sir, do you want me to call you a car? If you drive, we provide valet service here."

"No, it's all right. I didn't drive. I'll take a taxi later."

"Then we..."

"There's nothing you need to do. I'll check out myself later."

Mu qiaoyang waved to the waiter to leave.

The waiter couldn't relax. She looked at mu qiaoyang and was more worried. But in the end, she turned and left.

Mu qiaoyang grabbed the bottle again and continued to pour himself a glass of wine. Gulp, gulp, gulp.

"Oh, why can't I get drunk." Muqiao shook his head and said reluctantly.

He looked at the glass, and his shadow was reflected in the wine in the glass. He looked at his face. How could it be so strange.

"Mu qiaoyang, you really failed to live."

He murmured.

At the same time, he held out his hand to get the wine bottle and wanted to pour himself more wine.

As a result, his hand was empty. The bottle of wine was moved to a distance from the table. He blinked hard and saw clearly. Indeed, the bottle was moved far from the table. He owed himself and wanted to grab the bottle again. This time, he stretched out his hand and moved the bottle further.

"What's going on? Will the bottle go?" Mu qiaoyang asked with self mockery.

"It's not that the bottle will go, I took it." A gentle voice came from overhead.

Mu qiaoyang shook his head: "you took it. Who are you? I heard your voice very familiar."

"If you look at me, you'll still look familiar."

Mu qiaoyang raised his head and took a look along the voice. In front of him stood a woman in professional clothes, in her early twenties, who looked quite capable.

It looks familiar, but mu qiaoyang can't remember who this woman is for a moment.

"Who are you?" Finally, mu qiaoyang asked this question.

The woman smiled: "don't you know each other? We've only been separated for three years."

"Are you - Cocoa?"