Chapter 272

Zhou Ze came back with Bai Yingying on his back. Bai Yingying put one hand around Zhou Ze's neck and one hand held ice cream and licked it from time to time. Zhou Ze could smell the faint fragrance from the girl and the sweetness of ice cream.

"Boss, are you very tired?"

"No."

"Is that Yingying heavy?"

"No."

"Why does the boss always slide Yingying down and lift her up?"

"No."

"Yes, yes."

"Yingying."

"Ah, boss."

"Why don't you wear chest omens?"

"Boss, Yingying used to wear chest omens."

"Then why are you wearing a belly pocket today?"

"It's the boss who changed Yingying's clothes today."

"Oh, my fault, I thought you were from the Qing Dynasty and used to wear belly pockets."

"Boss, do you like belly pockets?"

"I like them all."

Casually chatting about "Paris' latest fashion week",

Zhou Ze carried Bai Yingying to the door of the bookstore.

There are songs in the bookstore.

"People have lost contact with prostitutes in Guangdong?"

Bai Yingying hummed to the song, and then asked:

"Boss, what song is this? It's so exciting."

"People have been wandering in Guangdong for ten years. It's called" Guangdong love story ", which is sung in Cantonese."

"Oh, maozi."

Pushing open the door of the bookstore, Zhou Ze found that there was a stranger in the bookstore. The man was wearing a white suit, wearing thousand layer cloth shoes on his feet, holding a brush and waving at the white paper on the bar.

The Taoist priest was sitting in a wheelchair, and he applauded and shouted "OK" next to each other's pen

Zhou Ze put Yingying on the sofa and also walked over to have a look.

"Boss, you are back. This guest is a great calligrapher. He came to our shop for a cup of tea without money, but he was carrying pen, ink, paper and inkstone. I asked him to leave a word for tea money."

Zhou Ze nodded and didn't say anything about it. A cup of tea didn't cost much. It was reasonable for someone to leave a word.

"Hoo!"

It's written,

Sign and seal.

The white man in his late fifties stepped back two steps and looked at his words.

The Taoist priest also stepped up and kept shouting "good words, good words! Far-reaching, sonorous words, boss, how about mounting them in the bookstore?

Just hang it under your 'listen to it, I hear it'? "

"Song Yan City generously, calmly become a prisoner of Chu. Lead the knife into a fast, not to lose the young man's head."

Every word is written with verve. It's not too much to say that the words are sonorous. Zhou Ze doesn't know much about calligraphy, but from the perspective of the melon eating people, it's really a good word.

But when hearing the old Taoist saying that he would mount this word and hang it outside, Zhou Ze said directly:

"Don't hang up outside the door, hang up in your own room."

"What?"

The Taoist priest was shocked. If something goes wrong, there must be demons!

Once the boss treats you well, it means that he sees a pit in front of you and is ready to watch you jump.

This is the experience that the old Taoist tried out on the edge of 404 again and again.

"Hehe, what the boss said is that this word is not suitable for hanging in the hall. This is an excerpt from Wang Jinwei's generosity."

"What, a traitor's poem?"

The Taoist priest immediately pointed to the 50 year old man and said:

"I said brother, you're not interesting enough. I think you didn't bring money before you agreed to exchange a word for tea money. Don't you scold me when you write this word?

Do you know where this is?

Even if the kid passes here, he has to leave some money! "

"If the words are good, it's OK. If you hang them out, it's free. My words are not so cheap. A cup of tea can't be changed."

The old man in white began to pack up his pen and ink, and then turned and walked out of the bookstore.

"Who is this?" The Taoist priest is still brooding on this matter.

"She Wenyuan." Zhou Ze looked at the autograph and said, "maybe people think that you exchange a cup of tea for a picture of him. He's too bad, so he deliberately wrote one so that you can't hang it out and pretend to force it. Only then did he feel a little balanced in his heart."

"Stingy, who does he think he is? A guy who wears the same clothes as OS. No matter how well he writes, the inscription with leadership is valuable?"

Zhou Ze didn't continue to pay attention to the angry Taoist priest. After washing his hands, he put on a white coat and went to the second floor.

Lao Xu's situation is also improving, but he hasn't woken up yet. In Zhou Ze's view, it may be that Lao Xu's self-consciousness is still rejecting waking up for the time being, because his master has become his enemy of killing his father and mother. He doesn't know how to face this matter after he wakes up.

But at least the physical condition has recovered well.

Zhou Ze went to the glass jar to have a look at the dead waiter, but found that several grass grew on the dead waiter.

"Old way!"

Zhou Ze came down from upstairs,

"What did you add to the dead man's glass jar!"

Few people in the bookstore can move now. Zhou Ze is one of them. Yingying just woke up and has been with him, so the suspect was directly identified.

"Nothing added?" The old Taoist doubted.

"Then why is there grass on his head?"

"Lying in the trough, grass is growing on your head?" The Taoist priest was also shocked, "I don't know, boss, I didn't do anything."

Saying,

The Taoist suddenly looked at the monkey who was eating melon seeds next to him. He directly lifted the monkey and asked:

"Monkey smash, say, did you put something?"

The little monkey was a little confused at first, but under the eyes of the Taoist priest and the boss, the monkey also tooted his mouth and took out a handful of seeds from his small schoolbag.

"You put seeds in it?" The Taoist priest was so stunned that his chin almost fell down.

"Zhi Zhi!"

The monkey shouted and danced, and from time to time pointed to Zhou Ze.

It almost means,

He saw that Zhou Ze fertilized the dead waiter every day,

Monkeys think that they should not only fertilize,

Something else should be planted.

"Watch your monkey." Zhou Ze didn't know what to say.

"Hey, I understand, I understand." The Taoist priest hurriedly apologized for the monkey.

During the day in the bookstore, Zhou Ze finally regained some vitality. Zhou Ze was lying on the sofa, reading the newspaper. Bai Yingying was lying next to Zhou Ze, holding a copy of "maid's self-cultivation" to continue reading, but she would not miss any chance to study and improve herself.

In the evening, Zhou Ze first sent Bai Yingying upstairs, and then went downstairs to take a bath.

At this time, the store door was pushed open and a young man in a cheap suit came in.

After the man came in, he looked around and stood there without taking a seat.

"Hello?" The old Taoist sitting behind the bar shouted, almost asking "are you a man or a ghost".

"Excuse me, does Miss Bai live here?"

Zhou Ze, who had pushed open the bathroom door, stepped back a few steps and glanced at the young man. His eyes had a taste of examination.

Why do you ask me?

also,

Why does my family know you?

"It's like this. Miss Bai hasn't contacted me for a long time. I'm really worried. I took the liberty to visit today."

"Oh." Zhou Ze answered, sat down again on the sofa, pointed to the position opposite him, and said, "sit."

The young man sat down, slightly embarrassed.

You're cramped, chicken flap!

What's the matter with your eyes,

Why is it like a hairy son-in-law looking at his father-in-law?

"What can I do for her?"

Zhou Ze took a sip of the cooled tea on the tea table.

"It's like this. I've shown her the house."

"Poof......"

Boss Zhou spat water out and directly sprayed it on the tea table.

The young man immediately stood up and took a tissue paper to help Zhou Ze wipe the water stains,

"What's the matter with you?"

"How long have you known each other?"

Zhou Ze asked.

It's impossible,

Zhou Ze doesn't think that Yingying has the opportunity to recognize the man. He is usually at home, and Yingying doesn't have the opportunity.

She plays games all day except serving herself. How can she have this Kung Fu?

Is it difficult,

Was it during his coma?

Zhou Ze remembers that he was often unconscious for half a month,

Is it at this time?

"I've known you for almost a year." Said the young man.

Nearly a year.

That is, not long after she woke up, did she know each other?

Have you been deceived for almost a year?

Zhou Ze's breath suddenly became short,

At this time,

He had an impulse to pack the guy in front of him and send him to hell,

Whether it is right or not, whether it is appropriate or not, and even whether it will be punished, this impulse is growing.

"Excuse me, where is Miss Bai?" The young man asked.

"Lao Dao, prepare meals." Zhou Ze shouted.

"What?" The Taoist priest looked confused.

"Cui Ji pork head, dried white cattail tea, Xiting crisp cake, dried Hai'an steamed bread, Rugao rice wine, on the money."

"This............."

The Taoist priest thought to himself, isn't this what he prepared when entertaining the passing souls in the store.

"Don't be so polite, don't be so polite, I've eaten, I've eaten." The young man looked flattered.

He had no idea that he was going to eat hell's set meal.

"Well, I have settled the townhouse that Miss Bai asked me to see. The price is almost a quarter of the market price, but I'm here to find Miss Bai to confirm the last thing, because the villa has died before. I want to ask Miss Bai if she knows about it..."

"Wait!" Zhou Ze interrupted the other party's words and directly asked, "what do you do?"

"Oh, I forgot. This is my business card. I'm the sales manager of Tongcheng Lianjia."

"House seller?" Zhou Ze doubted.

Is this an intermediary?

"Yes, Miss Bai is our golden VIP customer here. In the past year, she has purchased more than ten high-end real estate in Tongcheng through our branch."

"........" Zhou Ze.

"........" while cocking his ears, he was going to eavesdrop on gossip.

"Is there any misunderstanding in this?" Zhou Ze asked.

I know my maid is very rich,

But I really didn't know that my maid was so rich!

"It's like this. Miss Bai said that her husband has a junior, who has been seducing her husband with the matter of having more than 20 suites.

So she plans to surpass her in the number of real estate, and Miss Bai said that she doesn't want resettlement houses, just middle and high-end locations. "