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Chapter 119 Ask the restaurant, where is the shepherd boy

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    Wang Ke's life is very boring and boring. He is a workaholic, working hard for his own life all the time, and climbing up at all costs.

    People who were poor and afraid when they were young tend to have a greater attachment to money when they grow up, and they long for the sense of security brought by money accumulation.

    Moreover, it is difficult for people born in normal families to understand the mentality of children leaving orphanages. What they lack is not just a simple "money security".

    The previous Zhou Ze was the same, but as a human being in his second life, Zhou Ze was a lot more lazy and more open-minded.

    There is no obsession that cannot be resolved by "die once",

    if not,

    Then die a few more times,

    You will see it.

    Wang Ke proposed to play poker, Zhou Ze was noncommittal, Bai Yingying dismissed it, and the old man wanted to join in, but the two of them really couldn't play poker, so they had to give up.

    In the end, Wang Ke directly took out his patient's case for research, and started working directly, without seeing how frightened he was.

    Looking at his "brother" who grew up together in his orphanage, Zhou Ze seemed to see himself in the past.

    Even before death, I want to have more and pursue more. Everyone enjoys the pleasure brought by work, the accumulation and satisfaction similar to a squirrel hiding nuts in its tree hole.

    Regardless of whether there is a tomorrow or not, you must work.

    Outside the window, light began to appear. One night passed like this, a little slowly, but also a little fast. The zombie didn't come, no one knocked on the door, and no one broke the window. Tonight, it was very peaceful.

    Zhou Ze deliberately waited for a while, and it was not until the morning that Zhou Ze planned to get up.

    "That's it for today, I'm going back."

    Wang Ke didn't beg Zhou Ze not to leave and continue to protect himself. He lowered his head and continued to look at his case. When Zhou Ze said goodbye, he raised his head and stretched a little tiredly.  Zhou Ze smiled:

    "Let's go after breakfast."

    The old man wanted to nod, but he had to look at Zhou Ze's face. Anyway, for the old man, he was very satisfied with the food of the Wang family. It was exquisite and exquisite, and he mainly pursued the enjoyment of taste buds rather than simply filling his stomach.

    "No, don't bother."

    Zhou Ze keeps a respectful distance from anything related to "eating" in the Wang family.

    Hearing this, the old man was a little disappointed. In fact, he had a good taste yesterday. After eating so many messy things, he didn't even have a stomachache.

    "Is the guest leaving?"

    At this time, Wang Ke's wife came down the stairs.

    She was wearing a black pajamas, and because there were guests, she put on an extra white coat, but her good figure could still be seen.

    Shao,,, women are romantic, and the charm flows out.

    Bai Yingying stood at Zhou Ze and stretched out her hand, and gently tugged at Zhou Ze's arm. Zhou Ze followed the directions and saw the string of red marks on Wang Ke's wife's left calf.

    Like blood, from the depths of the dense jungle meandering down the path of the stream, leaving traces of years of tossing.

    "Honey, I knocked over my bottle of red nail polish when I was sleeping last night but didn't notice it. When I woke up in the morning, I saw the red puddle on the ground, which scared me so much that I almost fainted.

    I saw a horror movie a while ago, you know, I thought you were like the hero in the movie, eating me while I was asleep.  "

    Wang Ke's wife walked up to Wang Ke and reached out to stroke Wang Ke's chin. Her husband hadn't slept all night, and she felt a little distressed.

    "You are too thin, I can't eat enough." Wang Ke responded with a smile, "Let's make breakfast."

    "No need, sister-in-law."

    Zhou Ze refused again,

    "Let's go first. If you have anything to do, you can come to my bookstore to find me. By the way, my bookstore has moved to South Street, not far from here."

    What Zhou Ze meant was that if he had a premonition that something was wrong, he could take refuge in his own bookstore.

    This is the best that Zhou Ze can do. It is impossible for him to stay by Wang Ke's side 24 hours a day and never leave him to protect him. Besides, today is Qingming Festival, which is when his bookstore "business is good".

    Many new customers will flock to the bookstore because of the Ching Ming Festival. This is a big business, similar to the peak season, and Zhou Ze is not willing to miss it.

    Declining Wang Ke and his wife's persuasion, Zhou Ze and the three walked out of the Wang's villa.

    just walked out; The old man walked forward, he should live in the same community as Wang Ke.

    The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "People are really different. Young people with healthy limbs kneel on the ground and want to beg for nothing. They want free food.

    But this old brother, who is disabled and a round older than me, still maintains his self-esteem and pride.

    Dangfu Dabai, this early morning chicken soup is enjoyable.  It feels like this day is another day full of vitality and positive energy.  "

    The old Taoist was talking to himself and adding self-satisfaction. This is what everyone who drank chicken soup has, as if his soul was purified in an instant.

    "He dropped something." Zhou Ze reminded.

    "What, did you lose your wallet? Then I'll send it back to someone quickly. He is a man of his age, and it is true that he tends to forget things and his memory will not be good. It is not easy."

    The old Taoist looked at Zhou Ze while talking, and then he was taken aback, with a frightened expression on his face;

    I saw that what Zhou Ze held in his hand was the knuckle of a middle finger, the end was still stained with blood, and there was even a faint heat rising from it, it was really fresh.

    "You're right, people lose their memory when they get old.

    Even the fingers fell off,

    Did not notice.  "(Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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