Chapter 214

The bookstore is closed and the light is on in it;

generally speaking, the bookstore is closed occasionally in the daytime and definitely at night, but who told the boss to go to bed early tonight?

Since the boss is slack in work, the employees under his / her hands are naturally happy to be lazy. The most important thing is that without the help of the boss, even if they have customers coming to their door, they can't pack and send express to customers, so it's better not to toss.

Lao Dao and Xu Qinglang are sitting on the sofa with two cups of red wine on the tea table beside them.

Red wine is the money that goes on bookstores' books. The price is not cheap. The whole bookstore is now filled with a kind of salty fish and corruption, which is a bad atmosphere from the top to the bottom.

In fact,

in the beginning, everyone enjoyed a moderate amount of food and clothing, but later, after boss Zhou's coffee and tea became more and more advanced, the following people naturally worked.

After all,

the most poor people in the whole Bookstore enjoy such advanced things,

there is no need for us to make do with poor people, right?

The little monkey squatted on the bar with peanuts in front of him. He ate happily by himself. He didn't bother or bother people. He played with others when they wanted to play with him. He played by himself when no one wanted to. It was very clever.

Lao Dao also bought it a tight hoop and a cassock, and ordered a golden cudgel from a treasure. This was just to satisfy his bad taste.

It's full of pride and satisfaction to think that sun Dasheng is being cultivated by himself.

The boss also told him that when he fought with the monkey for 300 rounds, the monkey's "iron bar" was really scary.

I believe,

but he didn't expect that what the boss said "iron bar" was not what he thought.

Monkeys don't like the tight hoop or the stick, but they like the cassock very much. If they have nothing to do, they wrap the cassock around them like a cloak, but they can also reveal a little Buddha nature.

Lao Dao has been to Mt. Emei, where monkeys are not afraid of people, and even come to find tourists to eat. If they are unlucky to meet the "irascible elder brother" of monkeys,

if they don't, the monkeys will come to rob them.

But even then, the monkeys in Emei Mountain are also known as having "Buddha nature".

But compared with our own monkey smash, it's really far away. I can play with my mobile phone, cut songs and take a taxi. Last time, I went to Jiangjunshan to see my boss.

Tut Tut, tut Tut,

in the eyes of the Taoist priest, no matter how excellent the children are, they are not lovely.

Lao Dao has said for more than one time that he has no children in his life. Although he has supported many poor students, he has not called him on holidays to say hello. However, sometimes when he is struggling with money, he has called many people to ask for tuition and living expenses. It's hard to talk. It's like they owe them money and they are guilty if they can't walk out of the mountain 。

This monkey, the old way, is raised by his own grandson. After all, sometimes animals know more about gratitude than people.

"It's a very decadent life."

Lao Dao took a sip of red wine and squinted. He couldn't taste the quality of red wine, so what he tasted was how much RMB he swallowed.

Think about the price and the taste of the red wine will come out.

After swallowing the red wine,

Lao Dao stretched his old waist for a while and sighed a little. Then he said:

"do you think we still have plain clothes outside the bookstore?"

"I don't know."

"Don't you know the art?"

"You don't know what level I am. Half a bucket of water." Xu Qinglang is sincere, "but you, the ancestors are also rich, did not want to pick up the skills to practice?"

"Lost early, how about you, you don't want to practice again?"

"It's good to practice, eat, drink, and enjoy different sceneries while drinking his own soy sauce. In fact, his life attitude is the most comfortable. If he is really the same as your boss in Chengdu, then we have to live with our head tied to our waist.

Stimulation is stimulation,

but if you think about it now, it's still comfortable. "

"That's all. Sleep on your forehead."

The old man drank up the rest of the red wine, said hello to Xu Qinglang and asked, "don't you go to bed?"

"It's said that moonlight is good for skin. I'm drying the moon."

Xu Qing long stretched out his finger to indicate the mask on his face.

seemed to absorb the essence of the moon.

"Cut, neuropathy."

Lao Dao yawned, greeted the monkey, then went up the stairs, just came to the second floor, Lao Dao and the monkey shivered together.

"Hiss..."

Dammit,

isn't this damned air conditioner too cold?

The old man unconsciously walked in with his arms in his hands. He went to the door of the boss's bedroom first, because there was white gas escaping from the crack of the door below.Obviously,

this is the source.

"Dong Dong Dong......"

The old man knocked on the door,

"boss, the air conditioner is broken, and the power is too strong."

There is no reaction in it.

Lao Dao can't care about anything else at this time. He can only open the door by himself, otherwise he really worries that he will go to sleep at night and directly hibernate.

When the door was opened, the old man looked inside and froze.

On the bed,

there is a man and a woman,

of course,

Lao Dao will occasionally in his heart YY what happens to the boss and Bai Yingying every night when they go to bed. Although he also knows that Yingying is a zombie and the water course is frozen, as an old driver, Lao Dao knows that there are many ways to exercise, which is the real mood and interest.

The posture on the bed is more harmonious than the old way thought.

The boss lies on Yingying's leg,

Yingying sits on the bed and puts his hands on the boss's face.

Even if the old Taoist priest came in, they were still motionless, as if they were sleeping to death and didn't even notice someone coming in.

From time to time, white gas rises from the boss,

and most of the white gas is inhaled into the nose of the white warbler,

a small amount of white gas escapes and becomes the main culprit that makes the nearby temperature begin to decrease.

In this scene,

it's like the fox demon or female ghost in the midnight movie of Hong Kong and Taiwan that the Taoist priest used to like to watch.

The Taoist priest hesitated for a while, but he didn't know that he had a big drink. "Come on, zombies let go of my boss!"

"Oh, is Yingying comfortable? Don't suck the boss dry."

I don't believe that Yingying will take the initiative to absorb the boss's things. I have lived under the eaves of the same house with this female zombie for a long time. If the female zombie really has two hearts for the boss, there is no need to sacrifice their lives to save him in Jiangjunshan.

A few steps closer, Lao Dao can see more carefully.

He found that half of Yingying's white hair had turned black,

Tut,

is this healing?

Is the boss helping Yingying?

The old Taoist thought of "the Heart Sutra of the jade lady". It's strange to think about this skill. You have to lie in bed to practice.

Looking at the boss,

Lao Dao suddenly found that the boss's expression was very painful,

it was like having a nightmare, very uncomfortable.

Dammit,

is this the practice of Kung Fu has gone crazy?

The old man bit his teeth. No matter what, he picked up a book beside him and stabbed the boss in the chest, but the boss didn't respond.

Lao Dao simply takes a book and pats it on the boss's chest,

"pa!"

The voice was very loud,

the boss still didn't wake up, but the white warbler suddenly opened her eyes,

the female Zombie's eyes were cold, and her nature was revealed in an instant. She was originally a zombie, which was abandoned by both heaven, earth, man and God. The innocence in ordinary days was only for Zhou Zeyi.

At this time, she, like getting up, glanced at the old way.

The old man took a breath of cool air and felt that the surrounding temperature became colder.

"Yingying, it's me, I'm poor..."

The old way says with trembling.

The white warbler's face was expressionless,

first looked at the old way with great force,

then looked down at Zhou Ze in her arms,

later,

she seemed to have noticed the change of her hair's color, as if she had realized something, got off the bed immediately, and knelt down directly beside the bed.

"Boss, Yingying didn't mean to. Yingying didn't know what happened, and suddenly fell asleep.

Yingying didn't mean to absorb the boss's evil spirit. It didn't mean to

Yingying kneels on the ground, with an extremely sincere and uneasy expression, like a child who has done something wrong, waiting for the punishment of adults.

Well

The old man wondered,

should he kneel down and take a look?

But I don't seem to have anything to do with myself.

At this time,

Zhou Ze, who was unable to continue his "sleep" state because of the white warbler getting out of bed,

his body trembled slightly,

then,

slowly opened his eyes,

in his eyes, there was a maddening blood color, full of the hysteria that made life cold.

Damn it!

Lao Dao's legs were so soft that he knelt down. The boss looked terrible.

Zhou Ze slowly sat up, the picture in his dream seems to have not been completely dispelled,There is a kind of feeling that "to be a dream is a floating thing, to be a floating thing is a dream".

Zhou Ze didn't look at the old Taoist priest and the white warbler kneeling on the ground at the beginning,

he closed his eyes,

he waited for a while, then when he opened them again,

the blood color in Zhou Ze's eyes slowly faded away and became clear.

That dream,

ended at the most critical and desperate time.

Zhou Ze is a little lost, but he is also a little thankful.

He turned his face to look at the white warbler who was still kneeling on the ground, noticed the change of the hair color of the white warbler, and asked:

"I remember that I said that when I get well, I will help you recover."

"Boss"

Bai Yingying sees that Zhou Ze misunderstands that he actively and deliberately absorbs the evil spirit from his body, and immediately buries his head lower. He explains:

"boss, when Yingying massages you,

the evil spirit from your body escapes. After a few sips, yingying gets drunk, and then forgets what happened afterwards."

At this time, the Taoist priest opened his mouth to help Yingying to get away from her: "yes, boss, you can't blame Yingying for this.

it's because you're full and overflowing yourself.

dream Yi........"

At this point,

Lao Dao bit his lips,

bowed his head,

took a slap,

here I am,

smelly mouth