Looking at the abnormal behavior of the Belly Band Doll in front of him,
Then he thought about the last time they contacted each other through this method, the two dolls were also the place where the other two law enforcement team big shots in the same team as Qing had gone and the target they were going to hunt..
The answer..,
Was actually already on the verge of coming out.
Because of this..,
Boss Zhou's "You are..."
Reserved with a hint of sincerity,
Also left just the right amount of room for maneuver.
However..,
The Belly Band Doll on the opposite side still did not answer.
When boss Zhou tentatively kicked the doll's head back,
The Belly Band Doll moved again,
He kicked the ball back.
Silence,
Silence,
In this silent and strange environment,
Boss Zhou had no choice but to continue playing the game of "Kicking His Head as a Ball" with this Belly Band Doll.
No matter how much Zhou Ze wanted to talk or communicate, the other party never gave him a chance to talk. It seemed that he was purely immersed in this fun game of football.
Five minutes,
Ten minutes,
Thirty minutes,
This boring and monotonous game,
Actually lasted for so long,
Zhou Ze was already a little drowsy. This kind of "Communication Bridge" did not consume electricity, but it consumed the energy of the person wearing the mask. After continuing for such a long time, his spirit must have been a little overwhelmed.
"Is that you?"
Zhou Ze felt that if he continued to make up for his skills,
Otherwise, when he took off the mask and returned to reality,
How should he explain the contents of this half-hour call to Yingying?
But on the other side,
It was still just playing football,
He still didn't speak.
Boss Zhou made a "Ba Ji" sound,
Two plump hands went down,
Hold this head down.
The ball stopped moving,
The other side also stopped moving,
Zhou Ze lifted the other side's doll's head,
So that his face was close to hers,
The two baby faces faced each other,
They stared at each other.
"You are?"
The other side was expressionless, except for the initial kawaii.
Zhou Ze decided to give up, because this was simply a kind of torture.
He put the other side's head down,
"Bang!"
He kicked it back,
The other side suddenly bent down,
"Ba Ji" sound,
He grabbed this head,
Then he raised it.
Then, he placed it on his neck.
"Kacha!"
Twisting the direction, he succeeded in resetting it.
Zhou Ze understood that the other party was here, but he did not speak on purpose.
Fine, if you don't say anything, I won't waste my time with you.
Boss Zhou had always been very free and easy in this aspect. He would take advantage of it, but he would definitely choose to give up in Chang 'an for something that was similar to the fact that it was difficult to achieve positive results.
"Bye-bye, bye!"
…
"Phew …"
The moment he took off his mask,
Zhou Ze only felt dizzy.
He immediately got up and retched under the bed.
"Boss, are you okay?"
Yingying asked with concern as she patted Zhou Ze's back.
Zhou Ze raised his hand, signaling that he was fine.
After taking a few deep breaths, Zhou Ze lay back on the bed. A strong sense of exhaustion had already swept over him.
"Boss, you've been on the phone for so long this time. Did you get a lot of valuable information?"
Zhou ze nodded.
He said,
"Let me sort through the information."
"Yes, Boss."
Zhou ze closed his eyes.
Begin to sleep.
Yingying gently massaged Zhou Ze's head.
Looking at the boss's tired face,
She felt a little heartache.
The boss must have been working very hard to deal with those two big shots just now.
He couldn't make a single mistake. Otherwise, he would be exposed.
Sigh.
The boss was really working too hard.
… …
Today, a new chair was brought into the study room. It was made of precious mahogany and made by a famous craftsman. Not to mention the exquisite patterns, there were also gold lines.
It belonged to the type of chair that even if you didn't know anything about furniture, you would immediately realize that it was very expensive when you saw it!
At this moment.
Xu Qinglang was lying on it.
The chair swayed gently. It swayed and swayed.
It was slow and unhurried, with a very smooth rhythm.
On the coffee table on the left side, there were sunflower seeds and longans. On the coffee table on the right side, there was tea brewing.
Old Xu had a facial mask on his face.
He didn't move.
It was as if he was refining the essence of the sun and moon.
The black girl carried a wooden bucket and pushed open the door of the bookstore. During this period of time, she had been busy opening up a new vegetable garden. She was busy. After all, there were a lot of things to do. She also planned to build a thatched hut for herself over there. It had to be the kind with a accent.
She wasn't busy. She could pry open all the floor tiles and reclaim the land, including the sowing and serving. Her man could do it all by himself.
The current Death Attendant had been trained by the black girl into a super humanoid seeder.
"Aiya, this life is really good. It's really like a queen."
The black girl placed the wooden bucket on the ground and pointed at the milky white liquid inside.
"This is the plant pulp you want. When you use it later, make sure to add some water. Don't make it too thick."
Xu Qinglang raised his hand and waved, indicating that he understood.
The dark-skinned girl walked over to the bar counter and poured herself a cup of water. She gulped it down and said, "Alright, alright.
"I say, aren't you being corrupted a little too quickly?"
Fast?
It was indeed fast.
Ever since his master was inexplicably destroyed.
Other than the first few days, Xu Qinglang was a little depressed.
Then, he got over it.
Then, he began to live a life of luxury.
This chair, as well as its current state, was the best portrayal of it.
Of course, it was difficult for you to say "No" to him.
After all, he had more than twenty houses. This seemed to be the true original state.
"Pa!"
Xu Qinglang took out a receipt.
The dark-skinned girl took it. Her originally tanned face actually turned red. She covered her mouth and laughed, saying:
"Thank you, brother."
On the receipt was a set of furniture. The black girl had asked Xu Qinglang to help her order it.
Yes.
Xu Qinglang wasn't the only one who had been corrupted.
After the shackles on the black girl's legs were removed by Zhou Ze and she could open up a new vegetable garden, she also began to pursue a little enjoyment.
The thatched hut retained its simple exterior, but the set of expensive furniture inside was a reward for herself.
The white fox lay on the sofa.
He glanced at the man and woman.
He continued to be detached from the world.
It seemed that the bookstore had a kind of magic. No matter how determined you were before, no matter how high-spirited you were, as long as you entered the bookstore, you would soon be salted.
The bathroom door was pushed open.
The little boy walked out.
He had just taken a shower.
His hair was wet.
Her small body revealed a trace of sadness called yearning in her eyes.
She had left the shop for many days. The boss had come and gone, but she hadn't come back.
He didn't know how she was doing and if she would be in any danger.
The little boy sat down behind the bar counter and spun a pen in his hand. She had taught him how to spin the pen. Now, he could only use this method to relieve his longing.
A Cayenne stopped in front of the bookstore.
A middle-aged man walked down.
He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
Wang Ke pushed open the door.
Xu Qinglang was still lying on the chair. The black girl continued to look at the list of furniture in her hand. The white fox continued to daydream.
It was because this man had been coming every day.
Everyone was used to it.
They couldn't be bothered to greet him.
The little boy straightened his body.
Wang Ke glanced at him.
The little boy shook his head.
Wang Ke sighed. He nodded, turned around, and left the bookstore. He got into the car and left again.
He came to see if his daughter had come back.
And when Lin Ke wasn't here.
The little boy wouldn't be "Uncle Long and Uncle Short" in front of Wang Ke.
After all.
In terms of age, if one were to look at it,
Wang Ke didn't even have the right to be his great-grandson.
In the evening.
It was soon.
The black girl went back to the wax museum.
Old Xu got up from the chair and carried the wooden bucket to the bathroom. He prepared to take a bath and rest early.
The white fox turned over and continued to be aloof.
Ever since he returned from Chengdu, the white fox had become much purer. His temperament had also risen by more than one level.
The pen in the little boy's hand was still spinning. What was spinning was the pen, and what was not spinning was endless longing.
The atmosphere in the bookstore was not oppressive, but it was so quiet that it made people feel a little tired. The auras of people seemed to be contagious. But here, the auras of a few people aggravated each other's "Illness.".
Fortunately, that man was not at home. Otherwise, this bookstore could really change its business to selling tribute salt.
Of course.
Not everyone enjoyed such a peaceful life.
There would always be people who would choose to carry the burden.
For example.
The old Daoist who had resumed broadcasting today.
He had brought Monkey Smash to open an outdoor live broadcast. He had not returned yet.
It was said that he had to go to several venues today. In order to welcome the 70th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic, the old Daoist was preparing to do a more positive program.
The previous theme of selling ghost notes to promote feudal superstition naturally could not be used anymore.
In the near future, he planned to bring the water friends in the live broadcast room to visit the nearby museums and some cemeteries every day to bring everyone back to the red years.
For this reason, this live broadcast platform even promoted the old Daoist a few times.
..
At eight o'clock in the evening,
Fangfang from the pharmacy next door walked over.
She pushed open the door of the bookstore.
She shouted at the little boy sitting behind the bar counter,
"Hey, I have a delivery here. I don't know who it is, but the address is from our pharmacy. I think the courier might have delivered it wrong."
The little boy raised his head and looked at Fangfang in confusion. He was not familiar with the people in the pharmacy, and he did not usually interact with them. At most, they knew each other. After all, he would not get sick.
"Lu Fangweng. Is there anyone called Lu Fangweng in our bookstore?" Fangfang asked.
"It's the old Daoist."
"Tsk, this name is so domineering. It's the same as Lu You.
His parents gave him such a name. Aren't they afraid that it's too big? "
"Okay."
"Alright, is he home?"
"No."
"Alright, ask him to go to the pharmacy next door to get the delivery when he comes back. I won't move here.
Two big boxes of delivery. It's a little heavy. "