CIATB Chapter 120 Liars are dogs!
Chapter 120 Liars are dogs!
The two walked slowly.
Suddenly, an old man appeared in front of us, pushing a tricycle and selling roasted sweet potatoes.
The heat and aroma emanating from the stove were a powerful weapon against the cold wind.
Nie Qingcheng could no longer walk.
Her stomach, which is worth hundreds of billions, usually eats Michelin three-star food and drinks 82 Lafite, but now she's staring at that dark oven and swallowing hard.
"Sir, give me the biggest one."
Zhang Yan took out his phone and scanned the QR code.
"Alright! Fresh out of the oven, the molten center is oozing oil!"
The old man used tongs to take out a steaming hot sweet potato, wrapped it in brown paper, and handed it to him.
Zhang Yan took the sweet potato, ignoring the heat, and broke it in half.
The golden-yellow potato flesh is exposed, steaming hot, and has a sweet aroma.
"Give."
He handed the larger half to Nie Qingcheng.
Nie Qingcheng didn't stand on ceremony and didn't care about maintaining a CEO image. She picked up the sweet potato and took a bite.
"Ouch—it's so hot!"
She gasped for breath from the heat, but couldn't bear to spit it out; her mouth was bulging out like a hamster guarding its food.
There was still a piece of black, burnt skin stuck to the corner of his mouth.
"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."
Seeing her like this, Zhang Yan's heart melted completely.
Who would have thought that the "Bamboo Leaf Green" who was ruthless and decisive in the business world and feared by countless people was actually like this in private?
He reached out his finger and gently wiped the black ash from the corner of her mouth, then casually put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it.
"Hmm, it's quite sweet."
Nie Qingcheng blushed, whether from the heat or from embarrassment, it was hard to tell.
"rogue."
She muttered a curse under her breath, but couldn't hide the smile in her eyes. "You should eat some too, these sweet potatoes are really sweet."
"Not as sweet as you."
Zhang Yan took a bite of the half in his hand and casually replied.
This cheesy pickup line came out of nowhere.
Nie Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, almost dropping the sweet potato in her hand.
"Zhang Yan, are you using honey on your lips? Or did you learn that from that robotic dog?"
"That comes with it."
As the two were cuddling together, several figures suddenly swayed and walked over from around the corner of the boardwalk ahead.
Three energetic young men wearing tight pants, loafers, and dyed yellow hair.
He was carrying a beer bottle and walking with a limp, clearly drunk.
Normally, there would be no one on this riverside boardwalk in this cold weather, but these guys probably just came out of a nearby bar and are acting crazy because they're drunk.
"Hey, even on a snowy day like this, there are still wild mandarin ducks having their romance here?"
The blond-haired leader spotted Nie Qingcheng at a glance.
Although it was late at night, Nie Qingcheng's temperament and figure could not be concealed even when she was wrapped in a trench coat.
Especially her face under the streetlights, it was breathtakingly beautiful.
"Holy crap, that's amazing!"
Yellow Hair's eyes widened, and he smashed the bottle in his hand on the ground with a loud "crack," scattering glass shards everywhere.
"Hey beautiful, sweet potatoes are so boring, why don't you come with me for something hot?"
Two other thugs also gathered around, whistling and grinning.
Nie Qingcheng frowned.
It wasn't that she was afraid.
As the head of the Qingcheng Group, what kind of situation hasn't she seen?
Normally, someone like that wouldn't even have a chance to get within ten meters of her; the bodyguards would have broken their legs and thrown them out long ago.
But today, she didn't bring any bodyguards.
Moreover, the romantic atmosphere that had been painstakingly created was ruined by these few flies.
Just as Nie Qingcheng was about to take out her phone to call for help, a hand pressed down on her shoulder.
"Don't move."
Zhang Yan stuffed the last bite of sweet potato into his mouth, dusted off his hands, took a step forward, and stood in front of Nie Qingcheng.
"roll."
There is only one word.
The voice was soft, and the tone was flat, as if shooing away an annoying fly.
"Oh ho? This pretty boy's got some nerve?"
Yellow Hair laughed, emboldened by the alcohol, and reached out to shove Zhang Yan, "Do you fucking know who I am? In this area..."
His hand hadn't even touched Zhang Yan's clothes yet.
Zhang Yan suddenly raised his eyelids and glanced at him.
What kind of eyes were those?
There was no anger, no ferocity.
There is only one kind... that is the pure indifference left behind after personally dismantling the killing machine and brushing shoulders with death three hundred meters underground.
It's like a tiger that has just eaten its fill, looking at a grasshopper that doesn't know its own mortality and jumps right into its mouth.
That tangible sense of oppression instantly enveloped the blond-haired man.
The blond-haired man's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
He felt as if he were being stared at by a prehistoric beast, and the hairs on his body stood on end instantly, his drunkenness vanishing in a flash.
A fear stemming from his biological instincts made his legs go weak.
"thump!"
To the astonishment of his two companions, the blond-haired man knelt upright in the snow.
"Big...Big Brother..."
Yellow Hair's teeth chattered, and his crotch instantly became wet, emitting a foul odor.
The other two thugs were also terrified by this bizarre scene, and they couldn't even hold onto the bottles.
"Get lost, don't get in my way."
Zhang Yan withdrew his gaze, and the terrifying aura instantly dissipated, as if everything just now was an illusion.
"Yes, yes, yes! I'll get out now! I'll get out now!"
The two thugs, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, grabbed the terrified blond-haired man and scrambled away, not daring to look back.
The snow is still falling.
The riverbank has returned to tranquility.
Nie Qingcheng stood behind, gazing at Zhang Yan's back with a somewhat infatuated look in her eyes.
"Resolved?"
Nie Qingcheng walked over and took his arm again.
"Just a few drunkards."
Zhang Yan chuckled, reverting to his usual lazy demeanor. "Didn't scare you, did I?"
Am I such a coward?
Nie Qingcheng pouted, but gripped his hand even tighter.
She looked up at the swirling snowflakes, her eyes becoming somewhat unfocused.
"husband."
"Um?"
"The snow is beautiful, but it melts as soon as it hits the ground, so it's not very interesting."
Nie Qingcheng turned around, leaned against the railing, looked at the dark river in the distance, and suddenly said, "Let's go north after we're done with this busy period."
"Going north?"
"Yes, let's go to Changbai Mountain."
Nie Qingcheng stretched out her hand and drew a circle in the air.
"I want to see real, thick snow that can bury a person, and snow-capped mountains where even eyebrows freeze."
"I want you to ride that 'Cheng Ying' and carry me wildly across the snowfield."
As she said this, she turned her head and looked at Zhang Yan with bright eyes, her expression carrying a rare hint of coquetry and pleading.
"OK?"
Zhang Yan looked at her nose, which was red from the cold, and a thought struck him.
He reached out and helped her tighten her collar.
"OK."
"Anywhere you want to go, let alone a snow-capped mountain."
Zhang Yan pointed to the gloomy sky above, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"Even if it's the moon, I'll build you a spaceship to go there."
Nie Qingcheng smiled.
She tiptoed and, amidst the swirling snowflakes, kissed the man whose breath tasted like sweet potatoes.
"You said it yourself, you're a dog if you lie."
"Woof."
"..."
Just as the two were getting intimate, Zhang Yan's phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.
He took it out and saw that it was a WeChat message from Professor Yan Zhenghua.
That one short sentence made Zhang Yan's gaze freeze instantly.
[Yan Zhenghua: Don't come to school this week. Someone is checking your file; it's someone from the military.]