Chapter 294

For Zhou Ze, nothing is better than getting up from YingYing and xiaoluoli in the morning,

Take a shower,

It's more comfortable to sit by the window and bask in the sun.

Kopi Luwak,

Ironed newspapers,

With the crowds outside the South Street beginning to recover from the morning,

Seeing people coming and going outside, they are struggling to make a living,

I secretly enjoy a half day's leisure between my windows,

This,

Maybe it's the real taste of life.

Lao Dao is cleaning the bookstore. In hot weather, even if the air conditioner is on in the bookstore, he is still sweating.

The little monkey is wearing a cap with a duck tongue and holding a rag in his hand. He is also helping the old Taoist clean the tables and chairs, which is quite efficient.

Yingying took the dirty clothes out of the washing machine and went up the stairs to the balcony on the second floor to dry them.

The vitality of the bookstore, coupled with the fragrance of coffee,

Boss Zhou put his body into the sofa,

I just feel that the whole person is beginning to feel crisp and soft under the sunshine.

In the past, the Taoist priest once asked Xu Qinglang why the boss likes to bask in the sun so much?

Because the boss in the old way opened a nether ware store. When he was a child, he also liked to take a bench and sit in the sun at the door of the store, leisurely, like an old grandfather.

Xu Qinglang replied,

Cold blooded animals like crocodiles also need to be exposed to the sun,

Ghosts,

Yin Qi is heavy,

So when you have nothing to do, you should sun it more,

Absorb more Yang Qi.

Of course, Lao Xu, who said this sentence, is still upstairs as his sleeping beauty. After taking him to the hospital for examination last time, he found no problem. Zhou Ze originally intended to stimulate him to wake up with his nails.

However, it was still because of the delay of the villa, and the injury on the nail had not recovered, which made Zhou Ze dare not act rashly for the time being. The nail injury may lead to a decline in the fineness of his control over the nail.

If Xu Qinglang accidentally gets too deep when he is stimulated,

It would be a pity to directly insert Lao Xu from sleeping beauty into Loulan ancient corpse.

Little Luoli also got out of bed,

When the summer vacation comes, she doesn't have to go to school. Wang Ke's goods leave his daughter Zhou Ze here. He is very relieved, and basically doesn't care.

Maybe,

For Wang Ke, he should be busy solving his wife's problems now. For other things, he is really a little weak hearted.

Look at the days when I grow up,

Zhou Ze sighed more and more,

What wife do you want,

What kind of children do you want,

single,

How good.

In front of the bookstore came fourorfive middle school students, all men. This was their third day. It was summer vacation, so they simply took the bookstore as a place for their study and recreation.

Anyway, a hundred yuan a day was not enough for Zhou Ze when he was in middle school, but for today's children, a hundred yuan for a place where they can stay for a day is worth it.

Even their parents think it's worth it. Anyway, their children go to bookstores, not online cafes.

Zhou Ze looked at the children, found a sofa, sat down and began to do their homework. One was in charge of English, one was in charge of mathematics, one was in charge of physics and chemistry, and so on. Whoever did it well would pass it around and copy it to each other, so they could finish all their summer homework in less than half a morning.

The next step is for everyone to find a book on the bookshelf and go home to work at night.

Little Luoli also took a bath and came out. Today, she was wearing a little princess dress with her hair falling out. With her petite figure, she was as delicate as a doll placed in the most prominent position in a toy store.

Seeing her coming down, Zhou Ze compared his middle finger to her.

The actual age is already a lady,

I'm so fond of being tender!

Despise it!

This may be a strange circle. Many girls like to dress up mature when they are young, but after they are a little older, they think about how to make themselves tender.

The morning of the bookstore passed slowly.

However, towards noon, a blonde man came in, and the foreign devils came. Everyone in the bookstore, including the students, looked up, and then it didn't matter. Over the years, the foreign devils have long been tired of reading.

In addition to the relevant departments taking it seriously, ordinary people can maintain a very indifferent attitude towards it.

"Excuse me, do you provide meals here?"

Foreign devils' Chinese pronunciation is accurate and authentic.

"Eat?"

The old Taoist sitting behind the bar was stunned,

Shit,

Do you really think of our place as a canteen?

However, in line with the principle that the customer is God, the Taoist priest nodded:

"Yes, yes, we only offer a folk set meal."

"OK, the national is the world, I like it."

The foreign devils found a similar position by the window and sat down behind Zhou Ze, close to the five middle school students.

Shaoqing,

The Taoist priest carried a plate of peanuts, a plate of orchid beans, and a few pieces of cloud cake with some dried tea and yellow rice wine. He placed a small tray and brought it up. At the same time, he reminded:

"Set price, 888."

The foreign devil nodded, indicating that he knew.

The old Taoist helped him arrange a few small dishes, and then retreated.

These are the meals used to entertain the door-to-door ghosts in the store. Dried tea, peanuts, cloud cake and other foods are also convenient to store. They are purely for convenience, which is the only thing in the store. After all, now that the cook is not in, the staff and the boss in the store still rely on takeout to eat. There is no spare time to cook for the guests.

The foreigner nodded while eating, saying it was delicious, and took out his mobile phone to take photos.

After eating half of the meal, the foreigner took the initiative to start chatting with those middle school students.

However, he used Chinese before and English this time.

“how are you?”

“i039m fine thank you，and you?”

“i039m fine too。”

“………………”

When the foreigner talked with these middle school students, Zhou Ze heard the foreigner introduce his name as Ottoson, saying that he was from Iceland.

"Boss, I'm going out to buy some daily necessities."

The Taoist priest greeted Zhou Ze and went out after seeing Zhou Ze nodded his agreement. The previous reminder was nothing more than to remind the boss that the foreigner had not checked out yet.

Here, foreigners have a heated conversation with students,

You can feel it,

He was very happy,

I think Chinese young people are really hospitable,

In fact, according to Zhou Ze, the reason why these middle school students are so enthusiastic is that they want to practice their oral English.

Little Luoli sat next to Zhou Ze and looked at Zhou Ze, "can you tell me about the judge's pen again?"

Zhou Ze shook his head lazily and said it again. He was too lazy to say it again.

"I always feel that things are not so simple. The judge's pen can't disappear for no reason. Moreover, I went to the two families to secretly look for their relics, and I didn't find anything special."

The investigation of the judge's pen has begun since Zhou Ze came back. The Taoist priest is responsible for running errands, but the feedback is useless.

Zhou Ze didn't ask Xiao Luoli to investigate, but sent an old Taoist, but Xiao Luoli secretly investigated again after knowing this.

"So, do you have a suspicious goal?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I want to go to prison to meet the sentenced husband."

Little Luoli looked suspiciously at the man.

"Don't think about it." Zhou Ze said.

"Don't you think he's suspicious?" Little Luoli frowned and said, "why is it that there are four people in a family, and the other three people are all busy, but he has nothing?"

"There's nothing wrong with people going to prison?"

"Compared with death, what is going to prison?"

"If the judge's pen is in his hand and he wants to kill his wife and children, will he be so stupid that he will be sent to prison as a suspect?"

Little Luoli was stunned,

as if thinking of sth.

"It seems reasonable for you to say so."

Say,

Little Luoli jumped off the sofa, waved her hand and said:

"Forget it, I don't care, I don't care."

Little Luoli went upstairs.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

Yingying comes over at this time to renew coffee for the boss.

"It's all right. I don't have the same experience with children."

At this time, Zhou zewechat received a message from Zhang Yanfeng:

"If you want to see him, I can arrange it. I just met him two days ago."

Glancing at the wechat content, Zhou ZEMO silently turned off the screen again.

Bai Yingying also saw the content of wechat,

Secretly happy,

I think my boss treats little Luoli as an outsider, but he doesn't treat himself as an outsider.

In fact, Zhou Ze has always been curious about the imprisoned husband, especially after the Taoist priest explored the relics and found no valuable information, the suspect of the imprisoned husband instantly rose.

Even if he goes to prison.

The most important thing is that the judge's pen cannot disappear for no reason.

Of course, the reason why he deliberately concealed the investigation from little Luoli himself is also a manifestation of boss Zhou's progress after he put away a little bit of salt fish.

At that time, the judge pen could separate herself from the one in her body. If little Luoli got the judge pen first, she estimated that she would have a way to block her manipulation by relying on soul blood.

This kind of thing still needs to be in your own hands. After all, it doesn't look like a yin-yang book. You can't use it at this time, and little Luoli can't use it. Whoever uses it will go in, so you can throw it to the monkey to take care of it.

But even ordinary people can use the judge's pen effectively.

Continue to drink coffee, read the newspaper,

Several middle school students behind are still chatting with the foreigner,

About an hour later,

The old Taoist came back breathlessly, carrying a plastic bag in his hand, which bought some daily necessities.

"What's the matter?"

Zhou Ze asked.

"Boss, my mobile phone seems to have been stolen in the supermarket."

The Taoist priest looks like a dead man,

He is also an old Jianghu man,

I can still encounter pickpockets,

He was also successful,

Lose someone.

"Go to the police." Zhou Ze said.

"Alas."

The Taoist priest nodded helplessly, put down his things and prepared to go out to the police.

"Let me call the police."

At this time,

The foreigner Ottoson, who has been fighting with middle school students, stood up and said.

"What I lost is my mobile phone. Why did you call the police?" The old Taoist doubted.

Otterson thought for a moment and replied:

"I'll call the police. I can find it faster."