Chapter 235

"Salt fish ceremony" people, to know how to meet

As a man who aspires to be the king of saltfish,

boss Zhou waved his "new claw" for a few times, like a child who got a new toy and secretly rejoiced for a while,

after a while, he took back his claw, ran downstairs and took a bath again, and then took a big sleep with his maid Bai.

This kind of "self-defense" behavior is really dangerous, especially the consciousness in the body has also turned against it and even started to resist, fortunately, it was suppressed back by Zhou Ze at last.

But from another point of view, this feeling is really exciting.

Boss Zhou is like "stealing chicken". With the mentality that he has made money anyway,

had a good sleep.

Maybe it's the reason why he consumed too much last night. Zhou Ze didn't wake up until the afternoon. After getting up, he found that many parts of his body were aching. It was like the result of a sudden rush of people who didn't exercise very much at ordinary times shouting the slogan of losing weight and biting their teeth once.

As a former doctor, Zhou Ze of course knew that this was the reason for the excessive secretion of lactic acid. He didn't take it seriously. He took a rest to wash and then sat down on the first floor.

White Yingying immediately brings tea and today's newspaper,

the newspaper was specially ironed in advance by white Yingying.

For a long time, the nobles would iron the newspaper in advance when they read it. This was because the printing technology was not good in the past. Pressing the newspaper can avoid ink stains on the fingers when they read it. Now it's no problem, but Bai Yingying likes this sense of ceremony.

Zhou Ze just let it go.

Now, boss Zhou takes good care of Bai Yingying, much like the flagman master who went out to walk the bird with his cage every morning in the early Qing Dynasty.

Lao Dao is watching the news. He is sitting at the bar. The monkey is sitting in his arms. He is catching lice for the monkey while watching the news.

In fact, monkey smash is very clean, and he knows how to clean his hair, but the old man is used to this kind of feeling anyway. It doesn't matter if he can't catch lice. The monkey's hair is soft and feels good. It's very comfortable to knead and knead.

Monkey smash is also very enjoyable, small head against the chest position of the old way, a face comfortable.

One man and one monkey have nothing to do, which is more decadent and languid than the office where people drink tea and read newspapers every day.

"Oh, boss, the star committed suicide."

Lao Dao pointed to the TV screen and shouted to Zhou Ze.

"Who is it?"

Zhou Zetou didn't lift his head either. He wasn't interested in the news of the entertainment circle.

"That's the male singer who sang% ￥@ @ ×."

"Oh."

Song knows, people don't know.

"In the early hours of the morning, he broke out on his microblog, and he also blew himself up to suck D. in addition, he blew himself up to be gay. Wow, it's Cheng fo's epiphany.

He shakes up his black history on the Internet, and then jumps from the hotel to commit suicide. Tut Tut, he likes a few songs very much. "

As he said this, Lao Dao also reached out and grabbed a handful of monkey hairs,

"monkey smashes are also very fond of, often cutting the song with his own mobile phone."

"Oh."

Mr. Zhou continued to enjoy the comfort of the ironed newspaper. He was really not interested in the news.

He saw more dead people.

Men, women, tall, short, fat and thin, smart, good husband and so on,

in boss Zhou's eyes, they almost become Nanjing saltwater duck on the assembly line,

come here naked, pack in a routine way, and send it to hell to receive.

It's said that a forensic doctor likes to sleep in the place where he works, because it can make him feel the warmth of being accompanied by others. Maybe it's not a human psychological problem. After all, human is an animal with strong habit ability.

"Wait a minute."

Lao Dao took out his mobile phone and turned it over again. He was pleasantly surprised: "boss, the singer had a commercial performance in Tongcheng yesterday. He just jumped off the top floor of Tongcheng hotel."

"Oh."

For a long time, Tongcheng hotel was a landmark building in Tongcheng people's mind. When Tongcheng people boasted about it more than ten years ago, they liked to boast that they went to Tongcheng hotel for dinner yesterday.

Lao Dao became more and more excited and ignored his boss's perfunctory behavior. He continued:

"boss, do you think he will come to our bookstore tonight?

I have to get ready for tears. If he comes, maybe we can hear him sing a song. "

Zhou Ze raised his head and glanced at the old saying,

"not all the dead will come to our bookstore."

Zhou Ze reminds me.

If the dead have to come to the bookstore, the GDP of the bookstore is really terrible. Boss Zhou is too busy to even have coffee. It's not a dream to catch up with the head constable and super patrol.But in fact, most of the dead will go to hell by themselves. Only a few disobedient babies will be sent to hell through the bookstore.

"Boss, I think he has a lot of grievances. You see, he blew up all his black history before he died, and then committed suicide. There are big grievances in it!"

"So?"

"So he'll probably come to the bookstore tonight!"

Lao Dao is full of fan'er feelings.

To be honest,

to a certain extent, the old way's way of chasing stars is the famous "sister Hongqiao",

you block the gate of the airport, I block the gate of hell.

"Want to pursue stars? I know that there are a lot of stars in a place, and there are stars like Zhang Rongmei Fang who I also like very much. "

"Really?" The old way said pleasantly.

"Well, find a rope and hang it. I'm responsible for sending your soul to hell. Maybe I can catch up with their underground concert."

“…………” Lao Dao.

In the evening, Xu Qinglang prepared another big meal. For the first time, boss Zhou solemnly took out his collection of the other bank's huapai juice and drank it carefully. Next, he only felt that his appetite was very big and he really had a good meal!

The other people on the table felt that it was not much time difference to see boss Zhou when they saw the old nanheqiao woman devouring the food the day before yesterday.

As expected,

the living conditions in hell are poor,

it seems that these ghosts are starving.

After dinner,

some propped up boss Zhou simply took a chair and sat down at the door of the bookstore. With the charm of the anther on the other side, Zhou Ze took the fruit preserves from the white warbler and continued to eat.

Eat happily,

enjoy the wonderful feeling of food,

this long lost happiness,

if not for Zhou boss deliberately holding back, he may cry at the dinner table.

Xu Qinglang went to the door of the shop and lit a cigarette, with a lost expression.

Today's meal marks that Xu Qinglang's series of juice drinks with plum juice as the main product is about to withdraw from the market.

No words, no communication. After smoking, Xu Qinglang went back to the bookstore to work on his own business.

Boss Zhou is very comfortable enjoying the last noise of South Street in the evening,

at the same time, he is also thinking about whether to spend some time tonight to practice the sickle claws that came out yesterday, or continue to steal chickens?

The latter impulse was soon suppressed by Zhou Ze. Forget it, you can't chew too much. Come on.

A car stopped at the door of the bookstore, the window pulled down, Zhou Ze saw a blue skirt sitting inside Man!

The preserves in his throat choked and Zhou Ze coughed.

The other side of the face, looked at Zhou Ze, the expression is a little dissatisfied, but did not say anything.

Take out the mobile phone, as if it is repositioning. Finally, he looks at Zhou Ze again, and then pushes the door open and gets off the car.

When the other party got off, Zhou Ze realized that he had read the wrong thing before. The other party was wearing a black and exquisite suit. He had put a woman's skirt on his body before driving.

people have not yet approached, the smell has been permeated over the past, is the smell of perfume, very pungent, very rich.

In this situation, Zhou Ze would like to shout Xu Qinglang out.

You've met your opponent!

However, Zhou Ze soon found out the difference. Lao Xu was a straight man, and there was no problem with his function and interest. His partial female face was born, and at present, this one was full of a kind of artificial atmosphere. As a senior surgeon, Zhou Ze could see that there should have been many knives on the other side's face, which was a hard renovation of himself The taste of women.

"Come to your place and say hello. My name is Liu Chuyu. I'm from Changzhou. I'm going to detain a dead soul tonight."

The other side reaches out to Zhou Ze and intends to shake hands, but the other side puts a handkerchief on the palm in advance, which means obviously that he dislikes Zhou Ze's dirty hands.

Boss Zhou also has a habit of cleanliness. Seeing this scene, he smiled and didn't want to shake hands with the goods. He asked directly:

"Lin Ke told me that there is a cross-border ghost from Changzhou who wants to come here. How can I take the ghost from me and rob the business?"

"I can make up for you in other ways. This ghost is very important to me. I need to see him off personally, and there may be some accidents in the middle."

The other side bent down and looked at Zhou Ze:

"if my attitude and posture make you feel uncomfortable, then I'll apologize to you here first. I don't want to make trouble here.

I'm not proud or lofty,

but because the body's inertia is too strong,

many of my current behavior details are driven by the body's previous habits, and I haven't fully adapted to them. I'm sorry. ""The inertia of the body?"

"Oh, in short, the body instinctively repels men and hates them, but he is a man himself."

Liu Chuyu's expression of sadness is more than that of heart death. "I'm desperate to fall into this host body."

With that, Liu Chuyu looked at Zhou Ze carefully, smiled and said:

"brother, you have a good body and are very handsome. I really envy you."

"Ha ha."

Zhou zeben wanted to talk to the other side about that it's not enviable to kill his enemy.

but looking at the man in front of him,

he suddenly felt that Xu Le still had something lovely about him.