Chapter 298

For Zhou Ze, nothing is more comfortable than getting up from YingYing and xiaoluoli in the morning, taking a shower, and then sitting next to his favorite window to bask in the sun.

Cat excrement coffee,

ironed newspaper,

along with the tide of people starting to recover from the early morning outside the South Street,

look at the people coming and going outside to make a living,

enjoy half a day's leisure after one window,

this,

maybe it's the real taste of life.

Lao Dao is cleaning the bookstore. In the 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 rag in his hand. He is also helping the old man clean the tables and chairs. The efficiency is quite high.

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

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

boss Zhou put his body into the sofa,

only felt that the whole person began to feel crisp and soft under the sun.

Before, Lao Dao asked Xu Qinglang, why does the boss like to bask in the sun so much?

Because a boss in the old way opened a store for the dead. When he was a kid, he liked to take a bench and sit in the sun at the door of the store. He was leisurely like an old grandfather.

Xu Qinglang replied,

just like a cold-blooded animal such as an alligator, it needs to be exposed to the sun,

ghost,

Yin is heavy,

so when you have nothing to do, you need to be exposed to the sun,

absorb more yang.

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

However, due to the delay of the villa, the injury on the nail has not yet recovered, which makes Zhou Ze dare not act rashly for the time being. The nail is injured, which may lead to the decline of the fineness of his fingernail control.

It would be a pity if Xu Qinglang accidentally inserted too deep when he was stimulated, and he directly inserted Lao Xu from sleeping beauty to Loulan ancient corpse.

Little Lori also got up and didn't have to go to school when the summer vacation arrived. Wang Ke was so relieved that he left his daughter Zhou Ze here. He didn't care.

Maybe,

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

Looking at the days when he was a child,

Zhou Ze lamented more and more that

What wife to have,

what children to have,

how nice it is to be alone.

Four or five middle school students came into the bookstore, all of them men. This is their third day. When summer vacation is over, they simply regard the bookstore as a place for their study and recreation.

In any case, a hundred yuan a day is not enough for Zhou Ze when he was in middle school. But for today's children, it's worth a hundred yuan to change to a place where they can stay for a day.

Even their parents think it's worth it. Anyway, their children go to bookstores instead of Internet cafes.

Zhou Ze watched the children find a sofa to sit down and start their homework. One is in charge of English, one is in charge of mathematics, one is in charge of physical chemistry and so on. If they do well, they will read and copy each other, so they can finish all their summer homework in the next half of the morning.

The next step is for people to look for a book on the bookshelf and go home to hand it in at night.

Little Laurie also took a bath. Today, she is wearing a little princess skirt, her hair is scattered, and she is small and charming. With her petite figure, she is as delicate as a doll placed in the most prominent position in the toy store.

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

The actual age is already a lady,

and she likes to be so delicate!

Despise it!

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

In the morning of the bookstore, it's so bland and slow.

However, as soon as noon came, a blonde man came in, and the foreign devils came. All the people in the bookstore, including those students, looked up, and then they didn't care. These years, the foreign devils were tired of watching.

In addition to the relevant departments, ordinary people are able to maintain a very indifferent attitude.

"Excuse me, do you serve food here?"

The Chinese pronunciation of foreign devils is very accurate and authentic.

"Eat?"

The old man at the back of the bar froze for a moment,

damn it,

do you really think we are the dining room?

But based on the principle that customer is God, Lao Dao nodded:"Yes, yes, we only offer a folk meal."

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

The foreign devils found a place near the window and sat down, just behind Zhou Ze, close to the five middle school students.

Shaoqing,

the old way brought a plate of peanuts, a plate of orchid beans, a few pieces of cloud cake and some dried tea and rice wine, placed a small tray, brought it up, and reminded:

"package price, 888."

The foreign devils nodded and indicated that they knew.

Lao Dao helped him arrange some small dishes and then back away.

These are the meals used by the shop to entertain the door-to-door ghosts. The dried tea, peanuts, cloud cakes and other foods are also convenient to store. The pure picture is a convenience, and the shop is all there is. After all, the cook is not here now. The staff and the boss of the shop eat or rely on some takeout, so there is no spare time to make them for the guests.

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

After eating half of it, the foreigner began to chat with those middle school students.

But before, he used Chinese. This time, he used English.

“Howareyou?”

“I'mfinethankyou，andyou?”

“I'mfinetoo。”

“………………”

During the conversation with these middle school students, Zhou Ze heard the foreigner introduce his name as Ottosen, saying that he came from Iceland.

"Boss, I'll go out and buy some daily necessities."

The old Taoist said hello to Zhou Ze and went out after Zhou Ze nodded his head. The previous reminder was nothing more than to let the boss notice that the foreigner had not yet paid the bill.

Here, foreigners talk with students very hot,

it can be felt,

he is very happy,

he thinks Chinese young people are very hospitable,

in fact, Zhou Ze thinks that these middle school students are so enthusiastic just because they want to practice their spoken English.

Little Lori sat next to Zhou Ze and looked at him. "Can you tell me what the judge wrote again?"

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

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

The investigation of the judge's pen started after Zhou Ze came back. Lao Dao was in charge of the relationship and running errands, but the feedback was useless.

Zhou Ze didn't let little Lori investigate, but she sent the old way, but little Lori knew that after the event, she secretly investigated again.

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

"I'd like to go to the prison to meet the sentenced husband."

Little Laurie put her suspicious eyes on that one.

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

"Don't you think he's suspicious?" Little Lori frowned. "Why are the four in the family and the other three busy, but he's nothing?"

"No matter what it's called," he said

"What is it to go to prison than to die?"

"If the judge writes in his hand and he wants to kill his wife and children, will he be stupid enough to go to prison as a suspect?"

Little Lori was stunned, thinking about it and saying, "it seems that you have some reason to say that."

As she said,

little Lori jumped out of the sofa and waved her hand:

"well, I don't care, I don't care."

Little Laurie went upstairs.

"What's the matter, boss?"

At this time, Yingying comes to renew the coffee for the boss.

"It's OK. I don't know the same thing as a child."

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

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

After glancing at the wechat content, Zhou Zemu silently turned off the screen.

Bai Yingying also saw the content of wechat, and she was secretly happy in her heart.

In fact, Zhou Ze was always curious about the jailed husband, especially after Lao Dao explored the relics and found that there was no valuable information, the suspicion of the jailed husband rose instantly.

Even if he's in jail.

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

Of course, the reason why Xiao Luoli deliberately conceals herself to investigate is also a performance of boss Zhou's progress after he put away a little thought of saltfish.

At that time, the judge's pen could separate herself from the one in her body. If little Laurie got the judge's pen first, she would probably have a way to separate herself from her by relying on soul blood.It's better to control this kind of thing in your own hands. After all, it doesn't look like a yin-yang book. It's useless at this time. Little Laurie can't use it. Whoever uses it can go in, so you can throw it to the monkey to take care of it.

But judge's pen, but even ordinary people can use it.

Continue to drink coffee, look at the newspaper,

several middle school students behind are still talking with the foreigner,

about an hour later,

the old man came back breathlessly with a plastic bag in his hand and bought some daily necessities.

"What's the matter?"

Zhou Ze asked.

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

The Taoist priest looks like he lost a dead man. He is also an old Jianghu man. He can even encounter pickpockets.

he is also successful.

he loses a dead man.

"Go to the police." Zhou Ze said.

"Alas."

The old man nodded helplessly and put down his things to go out to the police.

"I'll call the police."

At this time,

the foreigner, who has been fighting with the middle school students hotly, stood up and said.

"It's my cell phone. Why are you calling the police?" The old Taoist said doubtfully.

After thinking about it, Utterson replied:

"I call the police and can find it faster."