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Chapter 81

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    "Are you asleep?"

    "without."

    "Didn't you call me to sleep with you?"

    "Can't sleep."

    "oh."

    "How long have you lived?"

    "It's been two hundred years, but I've spent most of my time lying in a coffin. In fact, if I do the math, I've only been living outside for less than twenty years."

    "What do you think of your boss?"

    "It's not that good, Xiaojiazi is very angry."

    "I feel the same way."

    "Today, did he scold you?"

    "It was my mistake."

    "oh."

    "Actually, I have always been curious, what kind of person is the boss and the person you often talk about?"

    "What kind of person?"

    "Um."

    "Let's put it this way, if he switched positions with your boss yesterday, he wouldn't have to wait for me to make a move, he would have killed that puppet himself, and he wouldn't be afraid of exposing anything, and he wouldn't come up and ask me to meddle in my business."

    "Oh, that's it." Bai Yingying pondered for a while, and said, "A person like this won't live long, right?"

    Tang poetry is silent.

    "Actually, the boss has many shortcomings. Sometimes he is not manly enough. He also looks forward and backward when doing things. After doing things, he always cares about them. But in general, it is actually okay. Everyone has a different life.  Naturally, everyone has a different personality.

    He likes to be cautious, just like a squirrel, who likes to move things home, enjoy this feeling of accumulation, and protect this feeling, because he used to walk out of an orphanage, and the original him was nothing.  "

    "Can you understand him?"

    "I can't talk about understanding, but to be honest, I don't want to turn myself into what you are now. I like to play mobile phones, play games, watch movies every day, enjoy the current life, and make up for the fact that I was lying in the coffin before.  The boss can still pamper and satisfy me in this respect despite the shortcomings of two hundred years in my life."

    "Is it interesting to pursue a life without any turmoil?"

    "Not everyone yearns for waves and passion, and everyone should have their own way of life, as long as they like it.

    ? To tell you the truth, sometimes I can see that the boss is enduring himself, and I am also very worried that the boss can't help it and become the same person as you and the one you said.  "

    "Scared?"

    "I'm afraid."

    "He's already died once, so what's there to be afraid of, what else is there to be afraid of, he doesn't suit my taste, he looks very peaceful and gentle, but his bones are still full of egoistic thoughts of masculinity, he only thinks about himself,  To put it bluntly, it is selfish."

    "Boss is okay."

    "You disagree?"

    "I don't agree, I know that my wife must have said that she wanted to get rid of me when she handed me over to the boss after her meritorious deeds went to hell, but the boss never did that.

    Moreover, I also know that because I am in the store, there will be fewer ghosts coming to the store, and the boss did not drive me away.  "

    "That's because he uses you as a pillow, and he wants to sleep peacefully at night."

    "Isn't it good for a person who is willing to give up performance for the quality of sleep?"

    heard the words,

    Tang Shi was stunned for a moment,

    I don't know why,

    The figure who likes to sit in the sun at the door of the Ming shop with a chair in his mind appeared in his mind,

    The sun shines on him,

    Just like an old grandpa.

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    No matter what, the problem of the faceless woman has been solved at least temporarily, and now I just need to wait for the final result from Rongcheng.

    Of course, this matter can wait, but there is no way to wait for the moving matter. Xu Qinglang has found a new address, which is near the South Street in the center of Tongcheng City. It is the commercial center in the hearts of old Tongcheng people.  Traffic is high.

    Zhou Ze received an invitation yesterday to attend Ms. Liu's mourning party. Zhou Ze didn't know why he invited himself here. He didn't plan to go, but after seeing the payment, Xu Qinglang strongly urged Zhou Ze to come.  He had to go, because the shop he was looking at belonged to Miss Liu's family.

    It seemed a little wrong to discuss business with his family members at his funeral, but in line with the principle of saving what can be saved, Zhou Ze agreed.

    Take the car and go there according to the address on the invitation, Zhou Zep;It gives people a feeling that this is a slaughterhouse.

    Walking to the side of the steel bed, Zhou Ze stretched out his hand to touch it. Here, someone should be lying dead. Ms. Liu should also lie here before receiving the last beauty treatment in her life.

    Here is the beauty salon for the dead.

    "Sir, this place is not open to the public."

    A young man in a gray suit stood at the door and said.

    Zhou Ze nodded apologetically, he was the one who was abrupt.

    "Have we met somewhere?" Zhou Ze asked, because he thought the man looked familiar.

    "Maybe, this is my business card. Of course, we don't want you to have the opportunity to use the phone on it."

    The young man handed Zhou Ze a business card,

    The name of "Chen Zesheng" was written on the business card, and the note was the curator of Tongcheng Western-style funeral home.

    "How is business?" Zhou Ze asked.

    For a long time, others have come to ask Zhou Ze "is the business good?" Now Zhou Ze finally found the opportunity to ask others.

    Of course, Zhou Ze also knows that when others ask themselves "is the business good?" what they actually think in their minds is:

    This evil pen actually opened a dilapidated bookstore in this dilapidated place, and the business is doing well!

    "It's a bit deserted. After all, there are not many people who accept this kind of funeral custom in China." Chen Zesheng said with a wry smile.

    "Um."

    After Zhou Ze finished asking, he felt comfortable.

    "By the way, the family members of the deceased are on the second floor." Chen Zesheng reminded.

    "Okay, thank you."

    Zhou Ze left the basement.

    However, when Zhou Ze just walked up the stairs, the hand holding the business card suddenly trembled, and he looked down at the name on the business card again:

    Chen Zesheng.

    like,

    The one who died in love with Ms. Liu the next day,

    Also surnamed Chen?

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    Closed the metal door,

    The young man in a suit and leather shoes lay on the steel bed,

    He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his right cheek. The skin was wrinkled and cracked, and there was still green shaping potion flowing out of it.

    He shook his head,

    Sighed:

    "As soon as I died, the two morticians at home started to be lazy.

    If this continues, how will the business be done?  "(Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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