Boss Zhou did not know that just now..,
He almost faced the water meter from hell
The high-heeled woman walked around South Street,
She even stopped at the door of the study room, but only for a moment. Then, she left
Her appearance and her departure..,
It was as if a drop of water was dropped into the sea, and then a drop of water was taken out of the sea. It did not attract anyone's attention.
Including..,
Boss Zhou, who hugged Yingying and slept until dawn.
When he woke up..,
It was another pleasant and relaxed day.
Xu Qinglang's breakfast today was porridge, green vegetable porridge. It was delicious and not greasy. It was accompanied by "Dried Radish", "Shredded Ginger", and "Sour Beans", these side dishes,
He ate very comfortably.
After the meal..,
Zhou Ze, on the other hand, did not sit in his favorite seat. He started his day in his usual way.
Instead, he went next door.
The main door next door had been sealed. It was the real kind of seal, the kind that was completely pasted with cement. At the same time, the death attendant and the black girl were basically sleeping next door.
Other than going back to the bookstore to eat at mealtimes, the black girl was too lazy to come here to pass time.
She really liked farming. There was nothing that made her happier than cleaning up her own small vegetable garden.
Zhou Ze went in and took a look. The black girl was sitting there grinding tools. They were all strange-shaped small tools. In her words, serving the spider lilies was a kind of delicate work that could not tolerate the slightest carelessness. It was completely different from those who grew rice outside. The tools also had to be refined.
His own slaves had this kind of work attitude and enthusiasm,
As a slave owner, boss Zhou was very pleased.
Then..,
Zhou Ze saw the death attendant,
The death attendant was actually naked, with only his head exposed, and he was buried in the pit.
There were people on the beach who liked to play this game, but this was the mud.
The black girl took a kettle and walked to the death attendant's side. She poured some water on the soil around the death attendant
Then, she clapped her hands and continued to sharpen her tools.
"What does this mean?"
Zhou Ze pointed at the death attendant and asked.
"Hehehe..."
The death attendant was still giggling at Zhou Ze.
"Don't worry, I won't plant him without your permission. He hasn't been nurtured well before. Now, I'll plant him for a period of time every day to supplement him with nutrition."
"Nutrition?"
"Ang, nutrition from the soil, from Mother Earth."
The black chick said matter-of-factly.
Moreover, there was an undisguised impatience in his eyes.
It was as if they were watching a clown who couldn't tell the difference between the five grains and was going to teach Yuan Longping how to farm.
Zhou Ze shook his head. He did not understand, but he did not interfere. Professionals should do professional things.
Zhou Ze walked back to the bookstore and saw a familiar figure sitting in the bookstore.
Boss Zhou subconsciously moved his gaze down,
Looking at the other person's leg under the coffee table,
Sigh,
He sighed internally.
He was wearing a pair of light blue jeans.
She was wearing a white shirt and a jacket, and her hair was down. Doctor Lin, who was not very old to begin with, exuded a youthful and innocent aura.
Of course,
Her slender and plump legs were tightly wrapped in jeans, and the round part of her that was sitting on the sofa.
How attractive.
"Boss, Yingying isn't here. I saw her coming earlier, so I asked the monkey to take her upstairs to play games."
The old Daoist priest whispered to Zhou Ze as if he had been through it.
It was as if he was helping the old servant help his young master pull the pimp behind the young madam's back.
Xu Qinglang walked out with two cups of milk tea. The milk tea in the study room was different from the milk tea outside. The milk tea outside might be made by oneself, but the cost was actually very low.
The study room would not be like this. Because there were very few customers in the study room, it was even better for customers who could order milk tea. Therefore, most of the ingredients in the study room were eaten by themselves. If they could not trick the customers, they could not trick themselves, right?
He put down the two cups of milk tea.
Xu Qinglang looked at Doctor Lin with a smile.
He said,
"Your skin has been getting worse recently."
Xu Qinglang knew Doctor Lin. It was not strange for them to chat a little when they met.
"Maybe I've been too tired recently."
Doctor Lin was not angry.
"Yes, pay more attention to take care of yourself."
"Then can you teach me some secrets to take care of myself?"
"Sure, let's talk next time."
As he spoke,
Xu Qinglang took the tray and was about to leave because he saw Zhou Ze walking over.
However, he paused for a moment and said,
"For example, today. It's cold and I'm not wearing stockings. It's pretty good.
Women have to learn to love themselves. "
"..." Zhou Ze.
Boss Zhou heard it!
"You guys chat."
Xu Qinglang bowed slightly and left like a waiter.
Don't say it.
Ever since Old Xu swallowed a part of the Sea God, not only did he feel like he was a chef when it came to cooking, but he also seemed to have an indescribable temperament.
Doctor Lin stood up and looked at Zhou Ze. He generously extended his hand to Zhou Ze.
It was so formal that Zhou Ze was not used to it. Instead, he said,
"I just went to the field to take a look. I didn't wash my hands."
Doctor Lin nodded and said with a smile, "I'm here to thank you for the last surgery."
Others might not know, but Doctor Lin knew that Zhou Ze's strange actions in the operating theater that day definitely had a deeper meaning.
"It's okay. You're welcome."
"Then I'll be leaving."
Doctor Lin picked up her bag, pushed open the door of the bookstore, got into her Cadillac, and left.
It was just to thank him.
There was no other intention.
"You're leaving just like that?"
The old Daoist priest moved his head closer to Zhou Ze and asked curiously.
"Yes."
"You're not even going to treat you to a meal?" The old Daoist priest asked again.
"If we can't help each other, we might as well forget each other in the pugilistic world."
Zhou Ze knew very well that the last time he helped Doctor Lin's father with the surgery, he did not advance their relationship. Instead, he pulled them further apart.
For Doctor Lin, she did not want to stay by Zhou Ze's side to ask for anything.
The old Daoist priest sighed. "This Doctor Lin is actually quite particular when it comes to doing things."
"Yes."
"Boss, the flyer was delivered today. Do you want to take a look?"
As he spoke,
The old Daoist priest handed over a brochure.
There was a new wax museum on the back streets of South Avenue, near Central Park, behind what had been the old Christian church.
Although it was only the difference between the front street and the back street, the back street was usually very sparsely populated, and few people would shop there. Therefore, it was considered a safe place in the busy city.
It was also common sense to invite the neighbors to take a look when it opened.
"I'm not going."
"Why pinch? This penniless priest thinks it's quite good."
"Those who have been to hell don't believe in heaven."
"Oh."
The old Daoist priest nodded.
He wondered what was wrong with the boss today.
He had become like a poet.
At this moment, Zhou Ze saw the little boy sitting on the bar counter with a homework book in his hand, doing his homework seriously.
"Hey, is the homework interesting?"
An old monster of hundreds of years was doing his homework seriously.
Zhou Ze teased.
"She used to sit here and do her homework."
Zhou Ze took a deep breath.
He really wanted to give this guy a punch in the head.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly,
The little boy stood up.
He stared straight out of the door.
Zhou Ze turned around and saw Wang Ke and the little girl beside him standing at the door.
Wang Ke pushed the door open and walked in. "My friend opened a wax museum nearby. It's opening today. I'll go deliver a flower basket."
"Oh, then you go."
At this moment.
The little boy reached out and gently tugged at Zhou Ze's clothes.
Get lost!
I'm not going!
Zhou Ze glared at him.
The little boy silently sat back on the bar counter and continued doing his homework.
"Then I'll leave first."
Wang Ke just came to say hello on the way. At the same time, he parked his car in front of the bookstore. Seeing that Zhou Ze didn't plan to go, he held the little girl's hand and left.
Boss Zhou was just about to call Yingying down to make him a cup of coffee. The sun was out, so he had to go bask in the sun.
He turned his head.
However, he found lawyer an standing behind him with a melancholy expression.
"Uh..."
"Boss, you have to go."
As he said that,
Lawyer an pointed at himself.
Then, he pointed at the little zombie who was sitting on the bar counter doing his homework with a "serious" expression.
"Hehe."
"I worked hard for the study room. Yesterday, Old Zhang and I grinded tofu for half the night.
Am I easy? "
"Then..."
"Then, do you have the heart to let me not sleep well?"
Lawyer an stared straight at Zhou Ze.
The meaning was very simple.
I don't work hard anymore. I don't trouble you. I don't urge you to improve.
I try my best to help the others in the study room improve.
You don't even want me to sleep?
After hesitating for a moment, Zhou Ze's heart softened and he nodded.
"Alright, I'll go up and get my phone."
Lawyer an smiled and was satisfied.
He walked upstairs. Before he pushed open the bedroom door, Zhou Ze heard the sound of the game coming from inside:
"Hello, Number 1 and Number 2, can you speak?"
"Wu Wu Wu!"
"Squeak squeak squeak!"
"..."
Pushing open the door, Zhou Ze took his phone. Yingying wanted to go with Zhou Ze, but Zhou Ze saw that she was having a good time playing games with Monkey, so he let her stay here.
It wasn't far anyway.
He took his phone.
Then, he held the little boy's hand.
After passing through the small path in the flowerbed, it was only eight to nine hundred meters away. They arrived at the back street.
First, a church stood here. This church had been around for some years. It was said that it had existed since the end of the Qing Dynasty. Later, it was destroyed. The current one was rebuilt twenty years ago.
"I don't like this place."
The little boy said.
"I don't like it either."
Zhou Ze echoed.
The identity of the "Father and Son"
Decided that they definitely did not like places like churches.
"In the past, there were mountain people who built a temple for me."
"What happened after that?"
"Then I demolished the temple," the little boy replied.
The little boy replied, "I saved two mountain people, but they built a temple for me. Do they want me to be struck by lightning?"
Zhou Ze nodded in deep thought.
"Do you believe this?" The little boy suddenly asked. "I heard that you died less than two years ago."
"I believe it."
"Huh?" The little boy was a little surprised. "It's quite surprising."
"It's not surprising. Most China people actually believe it."
"I don't think so."
"But they do believe it."
"Huh?"
"For example, when a person's left eye suddenly starts to twitch, he will happily think that his left eye is twitching for money.
But when a person's right eye twitches, he is not thinking about the disaster of his right eye twitching.
Instead,
Pui.