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Chapter 893 Your courier has been signed for

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    ?

    Looking at the abnormal behavior of the bellyband doll in front of me,

    Think again about the last time we contacted through this method, those two dolls were the places where He Qing and the other two law enforcement bosses in the same team went and the targets they were going to hunt

    Answer,

    In fact, it is ready to come out.

    So,

    Boss Zhou's "You are"

    With Congxin in reserve,

    There is also just the right room for maneuver.

    However,

    The bellyband doll on the opposite side still didn't answer.

    When Boss Zhou tentatively kicked the doll's head back,

    The bellyband doll moved again,

    Kicked the ball back again.

    silence,

    silence,

    In this silent and eerie environment,

    Boss Zhou had no choice but to continue playing the game of "kicking his own head as a ball" with this bellyband doll.

    No matter how much Zhou Ze wanted to chat, no matter how much he wanted to communicate, the other party never gave him a chance to talk, and seemed to be purely immersed in this fun football game.

    five minutes,

    ten minutes,

    thirty minutes,

    This boring and monotonous game,

    actually lasted so long,

    Zhou Ze was already a little drowsy. This "communication bridge" does not consume electricity, but it consumes the energy of the mask wearer. After such a long time, it must be too much mentally.

    "Is that you?"

    ? Zhou Ze felt that he would continue to make mistakes in supplementing skills.

    Otherwise, after taking off the mask and returning to reality,

    How should I explain to Yingying the content of the call for more than half an hour?

    But over there,

    Still just playing football,

    Still didn't speak.

    Boss Zhou gave a "baji",

    Two chubby hands go down,

    Hold this head down.

    The ball stopped moving,

    The other side didn't move,

    Zhou Ze raised the opponent's doll's head,

    with his face to his own,

    Two dolls face to face,

    staring at each other.

    "you are?"

    The other side is expressionless, except for the initial kawaii that comes with it.

    Zhou Ze decided to give up, because it was simply a torment.

    put the opponent's head down,

    "boom!"

    A jio kicked back,

    The other party suddenly bent down,

    With a "baji",

    Grab this head,

    Then lift up,

    Then placed it on his own neck,

    With a "click",

    Twisting the direction a bit, the reset was successful.

    Zhou Ze understood that the other party was there, but deliberately kept silent.

    All right, if you don't talk, I won't waste time with you.

    Boss Zhou has always been very free and easy in this regard, taking advantage of the advantages, but he will definitely choose to give up on things that are difficult to achieve a positive result in Chang'an.

    "Goodbye, you are here!"

    ¡­¡­¡­¡­

    "Hoo"

    The moment you take off your mask,

    Zhou Ze only felt dizzy in his consciousness,

    Immediately got up and retched under the bed.

    "Boss, are you okay?"

    Yingying asked with concern while patting Zhou Ze on the back.

    Zhou Ze raised his hand, indicating that he was fine.

    After taking a few breaths, Zhou Zecai lay down on the bed again, feeling a strong sense of exhaustion.

    "Boss, did you get a lot of valuable information after talking for so long?"

    Zhou Ze nodded,

    road:

    "Let me sort out the information carefully."

    "Okay, boss."

    Zhou Ze closed his eyes,

    Started to sleep.

    Yingying gently massaged Zhou Ze's head,

    Looking at the tired face of the boss,

    Some distressed,

    &; just because this man comes every day these days,

    Everyone is used to it,

    I'm too lazy to say hello.

    The little boy straightened up slightly,

    Wang Ke glanced at him,

    The little boy shook his head slightly,

    Wang Ke sighed, nodded, turned around, left the study, got into the car, and left again.

    He came to see if his daughter was back,

    And when Lin Ke was not here,

    The little boy would no longer be "uncle long and uncle short" in front of Wang Ke,

    after all,

    ? If you really count the age,

    Wang Ke is not even qualified to be his great-grandson.

    evening,

    coming soon,

    The black chick is back at the wax museum,

    Old Xu got up from the armchair, carried the wooden barrel to the bathroom, and prepared to take a bath and go to bed early.

    The white fox turned over and continued to stand aloof.

    Since returning from Rongcheng, the white fox has really become a lot purer, and even this temperament has risen by more than one level.

    The pen in the little boy's hand is still turning and turning. What is turning is the pen, and what cannot be turned is endless thoughts.

    The atmosphere in the study room is not depressing, but it is also so peaceful that it makes people a little tired. The auras of people seem to be contagious to each other, but here, the auras of several people aggravate each other's "illness".

    Fortunately, that man is not at home, otherwise this bookstore could really switch to selling Zigong salt.

    Of course,

    Not everyone is so peaceful,

    There are always people who will choose to move forward with heavy burdens.

    for example,

    Today the old way of broadcasting is resumed,

    He took Houbai to start an outdoor live broadcast, and he hasn't come back yet.  It is said that today I have to catch several events. In order to celebrate the 70th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China, Lao Dao is going to make a more positive program.

    The previous theme of selling ghost money to promote feudal superstition is naturally no longer available.

    In the near future, he plans to take the water friends in the live broadcast room to visit nearby museums and some cemeteries every day, and take everyone to relive the red years.

    For this reason, this live broadcast platform also gave Lao Dao a few big pushes.

    ¡­¡­¡­¡­

    Wait until eight o'clock in the evening,

    Fang Fang from the pharmacy next door came over,

    Pushing open the door of the bookstore,

    Shouted to the little boy sitting behind the bar:

    "Hey, I have a courier here. I don't know who it is, but the address is our pharmacy. I wonder if the courier delivered it wrong."

    The little boy raised his head and looked at Fangfang with some doubts. He was not familiar with the people in the pharmacy, and he didn't usually deal with them. At most, he knew each other. After all, he would not get sick.

    "Lu Fangweng, is there anyone in our bookstore called Lu Fangweng?" Fangfang asked.

    "It's a veteran."

    "Tsk, this name is so domineering, just like Lu You.

    His parents gave him such a name, so they are not afraid of being too big.  "

    "Um."

    "All right, is he at home?"

    "Not here."

    "Okay, you tell him to go to the pharmacy next door to pick up the courier after he comes back, and I won't move here;

    Two big boxes of express delivery, a bit heavy.  "(Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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