Zhou Ze came back carrying Bai Yingying on his back. Bai Yingying had one arm around Zhou Ze's neck and the other hand holding the ice cream, licking it from time to time. Zhou Ze could smell the faint fragrance coming from the girl and the sweetness of the ice cream.
"Boss, are you very tired?"
"No."
"Then is Yingying very heavy?"
"No."
"Then why does the boss always slide Yingying down and then lift her up?"
"No."
"Yes, yes."
"Yingying."
"Ah, boss."
"Why don't you wear a chest mask?"
"Boss, Yingying used to wear a chest mask."
"Then why are you wearing a bellyband today?"
"It was the boss who changed Yingying's clothes today."
"Oh, my mistake, I thought you were from the Qing Dynasty and were used to wearing a bellyband."
"Boss, do you like bellybands?"
“I like them all.”
Chatting casually about some interesting anecdotes about the "latest Paris Fashion Week",
Zhou Ze carried Bai Yingying on his back and walked to the door of the bookstore.
There is music playing in the bookstore.
"Has the person in Guangdong been involved in prostitution and lost contact?"
Bai Yingying sang along with the song, and then asked:
"Boss, what song is this? It's so exciting."
"It's about a man who has been wandering in Guangdong for ten years. It's called "Guangdong Love Story" and it's sung in Cantonese."
"Oh, that's it."
Pushing open the door of the bookstore, Zhou Ze discovered that there was a stranger in the bookstore. The man was wearing a white suit, cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles, and holding a brush, writing on the white paper on the bar.
The old Taoist sat in a wheelchair, and every time the other party made a move, he would applaud and shout "good!"
Zhou Ze put Yingying on the sofa and walked over to take a look.
"Boss, you're back. This customer is a great calligrapher. He came to our shop to drink a cup of tea without bringing any money, but he brought his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. I asked him to leave a piece of calligraphy as tea payment."
Zhou Ze nodded and didn't say anything. A cup of tea didn't cost much, so it was reasonable for someone to leave a calligraphy.
"call!"
It's written.
Sign and use seal.
The man in white, who was nearly 50 years old, took two steps back and looked at his own handwriting.
The old Taoist priest also came over and kept shouting, "Great calligraphy, great calligraphy! The meaning is profound, and every word is sonorous. Boss, how about framing it and hanging it in the bookstore?"
Hanging it under your sign that says 'Just listen to it, this is what I heard'?"
"I sing with passion in the streets of Yan, and calmly serve as a prisoner of Chu. I draw my sword and make it into one piece, so as not to let down my youth."
Each character is written with great spirit. It is no exaggeration for the old Taoist to say that each character is sonorous. Zhou Ze does not understand calligraphy very well, but from the perspective of the spectators, it is indeed a good piece of calligraphy.
But when Zhou Ze heard the old Taoist say that he wanted to frame the calligraphy and hang it outside, he said directly:
"Don't hang it outside the door, hang it in your own room."
"What?"
The old Taoist was shocked, thinking that something strange must be going on!
Once your boss is nice to you, it means he sees a pit in front of you and is ready to watch you jump in.
This is the experience gained by the old Taoist after repeated attempts on the edge of 404.
"Haha, what the boss is saying is that this calligraphy is not suitable to be hung in the hall. This is an excerpt from Wang Jinwei's "Generosity"."
"What? A poem by a traitor?"
The old Taoist immediately pointed at the fifty-year-old man and said:
"Brother, this is really mean of you. I saw that you didn't bring any money, so I agreed to let you exchange a piece of calligraphy for tea money. Aren't you scolding me by writing this calligraphy
Do you know where this place is
Even the little ghosts who pass by here have to leave some money for their journey!"
"The calligraphy is good, that's all. Forget about putting it up. My calligraphy is not that cheap. It can't be exchanged for a cup of tea."
The old man in white began to pack up his pens and ink, then turned and walked out of the bookstore.
"Who is this person?" The old Taoist is still upset about this matter.
"She Wenyuan." Zhou Ze looked at the signature and said, "Maybe he felt that you exchanged a cup of tea for his calligraphy, and he was at a loss, so he deliberately wrote a signature that you can't hang outside to show off, so that he would feel more balanced."
"Stingy, who does he think he is? A guy who dresses like a cosplay waiter and pretends to be cool. No matter how good his handwriting is, is it worth more than the inscription of a leader?"
Zhou Ze ignored the still angry old Taoist priest, washed his hands, put on a white coat, and went upstairs.
Lao Xu's condition is also improving, but he hasn't woken up yet. In Zhou Ze's opinion, Lao Xu's self-consciousness may be still rejecting awakening, because his master has become the enemy who killed his father and mother, and he doesn't know how to face this matter after he wakes up.
But at least my physical condition has recovered well.
Zhou Ze went to the glass tank to look at Deadpool again, but found that some grass had grown on Deadpool's body.
"Old Taoist!"
Zhou Ze walked down from upstairs.
"What did you add to Deadpool's glass tank?"
There are very few people who can move around in the bookstore now, and Zhou Ze is one of them. Yingying just woke up and has been with him the whole time, so he was immediately identified as a suspect.
"Nothing was added?" the old Taoist asked puzzledly.
"Then why is there grass growing on his head?"
"Fuck, is there grass growing on your head?" The old Taoist was also shocked. "I don't know, boss. I didn't do anything."
As they were talking,
The Taoist priest suddenly looked at the monkey eating melon seeds nearby. He picked up the monkey and asked:
"Monkey, tell me, did you put something there?"
The little monkey was a little confused at first, but under the gaze of the old Taoist and the boss, the monkey pouted and took out a handful of seeds from his little schoolbag.
"You put seeds in it?" The old Taoist was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!”
The monkey shouted and danced, pointing at Zhou Ze from time to time.
It means roughly,
He saw Zhou Ze fertilizing Deadpool every day,
The monkey thought that it was not only necessary to apply fertilizer,
Something should be planted.
"Watch your monkey." Zhou Ze didn't know what to say.
"Hey, hey, I understand, I understand." The old Taoist hurriedly apologized for the monkey.
The daytime in the bookstore finally regained some vitality. Zhou Ze was lying on the sofa, reading the newspaper. Bai Yingying was lying next to Zhou Ze, holding a book "Self-cultivation of a Maid" and continued to read it. She would not miss any opportunity to improve herself.
When it was night, Zhou Ze first sent Bai Yingying upstairs, and then went downstairs to prepare for a bath.
At this time, the shop door was pushed open and a young man in a cheap suit walked in.
After the man came in, he looked around and didn't sit down, just stood there.
"Hello?" The old Taoist sitting behind the bar shouted, almost asking "Are you a human or a ghost?"
"Excuse me, does Miss Bai live here?"
Zhou Ze, who had already opened the bathroom door, took a few steps back and glanced at the young man with a look of scrutiny.
You ask me what my baby does
besides,
Why does my Yingying know you
"It's like this. Miss Bai hasn't contacted me for a long time. I was really worried about her, so I took the liberty to come and visit her today."
"Oh." Zhou Ze responded, sat down on the sofa again, pointed to the seat opposite him, and said, "Sit down."
The young man sat down, feeling a little awkward.
You are so shy!
What's wrong with your look
Why does it look like a prospective son-in-law is meeting his father-in-law
"What do you want with her?"
Zhou Ze picked up the cold tea on the coffee table and took a sip.
"It's like this. I've already found a house for her."
“Puff…”
Boss Zhou spat out a mouthful of water, which sprayed directly onto the coffee table.
The young man immediately stood up and helped Zhou Ze wipe the water stains with tissue paper.
"What's wrong with you?"
"How long have you known each other?"
Zhou Ze asked.
It's impossible.
Zhou Ze doesn't think Yingying has the chance to meet other men. He basically stays at home most of the time, so Yingying has no chance either.
All she does all day is take care of herself and play games, how could she have the time for this
Could it be that
Was it during the time when you were unconscious
Zhou Ze remembered that he was often in a coma for half a month or so a while ago.
Is it during this time
"I know him. I've known him for almost a year." said the young man.
Almost a year
In other words, they knew each other not long after she woke up
I have been kept in the dark for almost a year
Zhou Ze's breathing suddenly became rapid.
At this time,
He had an urge to pack up the guy in front of him and send him to hell.
Regardless of whether it is right or wrong, appropriate or not, or even whether there will be punishment or not, this impulse is getting stronger and stronger.
"Excuse me, where is Miss Bai?" asked the young man.
"Master Taoist, prepare the meal." Zhou Ze shouted.
"What?" The old Taoist looked confused.
"Cui Ji pork head, Baipu tea dried, Xiting crispy biscuits, Hai'an steamed buns, Rugao old yellow wine, here you go."
"this… … "
The old Taoist thought that this was something that the store had prepared before to entertain passing souls.
"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 about to eat the hell meal.
"It's like this. I've already negotiated for the townhouse that Miss Bai asked me to look at. The price is almost a quarter of the market price. But I came to Miss Bai to confirm one last thing. Because someone died in that villa before, I wanted to ask Miss Bai if she knew about it..."
"Wait!" Zhou Ze interrupted the other party and asked directly: "What do you do?"
"Oh, I forgot. This is my business card. I am the sales manager of Tongcheng Lianjia."
"Selling houses?" Zhou Ze asked doubtfully.
Is this an agent
"Yes, Miss Bai is our golden VIP customer. In the past year, she has purchased more than ten high-end properties in Tongcheng through our branch."
“… …” Zhou Ze.
“… …” The old Taoist priest pricked up his ears and intended to eavesdrop on gossip.
"Is there any misunderstanding here?" Zhou Ze asked.
I know my maid is rich,
But I really didn't know my maid was so rich!
"It's like this. Miss Bai said that her husband had a mistress who had been using the fact that she had more than 20 houses to seduce her husband.
So she plans to surpass her in the number of properties, and Miss Bai said she doesn’t want resettlement housing, just mid- to high-end locations.”