Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Jiang Zhi nodded in satisfaction: There is no money to buy the island now.

But he couldn't turn his little ancestor into a pauper, so he could only secretly save money for her, and still couldn't let her know, so that she could save her to buy the island.

Of course, he didn't think the two of them would quarrel in the future, and the chance of her leaving him to live on the island was minimal, but... if the island is not solved, he estimated that he would suffer from insomnia tonight.

"Jianzhi."

"Ok."

Zhou Xufang pulled the collar of his pajamas well, her eyes followed the rules and didn't look randomly. She said, "You look like Chu Manman."

"Who is Chu Manman?"

Jiang Zhi lay down, squeezed her on a pillow, and pulled the quilt to cover her tightly.

Zhou Xufang's sleeping face is very honest, lying upright, like a piece of wood, with his head tilted, looking at Jiang Zhi, a little sleepy, and her voice soft: "It's the heroine of a comic." She explained the comic a bit. The content, "She is the little wife of Mr. Gu."

Jiang Zhi: "..."

He could not refute it.

Just now, he did want a car, a house, and a watch. Seriously, it's a maintenance. It’s Zhou Xufang, he can accept it, but--

"Lin Wanwan took you to read comics again?"

Zhou Xufang wouldn’t let Ah Wan take the blame. She told the truth: “No, I found it myself. This comic is adapted from a novel and is very famous.” Speaking of her favorite novel, she was very excited and had a tone of voice. With You Rongyan's pride, "It also made a TV series. The friend who posted the barrage told me that there were comics, and said that the comics are also great, so I went to look for the comics."

Jiang Zhi asked: "Which novel?"

""Mr. Gu, your little wife ran away with the ball again."

"..."

His family is really poisoned by this novel.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Ah Wan hadn't slept, stayed up all night waiting for the comics to be updated, and then received the boss's WeChat, and suddenly felt disappointed!

Ah Wan's note to Jiang Zhi is: beautiful neurosis.

Beautiful neurotic: "There is an island called Moon Bay. You can contact me and buy it."

Ah Wan's note to herself is: the brave and invincible MAN·LIN.

The brave and invincible MAN·LIN: "Boss, what did you buy the island for?" In the middle of the night, I was clamoring to buy the island, inexplicably.

After that, there was no reply.

This beautiful neuropathy has always been like this, he will respond if he wants to, and he won't respond if he doesn't, so Ah Wan wants to beat him as he pleases.

Forget it, he continues to read comics.

At twelve o’clock, the comics are updated on time. The latest words are as follows:

The heroine Chu Manman and the male client, Gu Yingjun, accompanied the client on the mountain. Unexpectedly, Chu Manman lost his way, and Gu Yingjun was anxious. After searching half a mountain, he found a beautiful woman.

Then it was dark, lone men and widows, melon fields and plumes, dry firewood...it was impossible. The two sat back to back under the tree, watching the stars and the moon. They talked about the philosophy of life from poetry and songs.

"Mr Gu, look, Meteor!" The hostess Chu Manman was very surprised, showing a charming smile in the moonlight.

The male customer handsome looked at the charming smile of the female lead, and said, "Little fool, that's an airplane."

"Oh, it's an airplane." The hostess Chu Man's embarrassed expression also revealed a hint of innocence and cuteness, "It's also pretty."

The male client Gu Yingjun was fascinated by the innocence and cuteness.

After the heroine Chu Manman fell asleep leaning on the shoulder of the male client Gu Yingjun, Gu Yingjun watched the beauty's sleeping face obsessively for a while, and then called the secretary.

Gu Yingjun madly dragged the cool and domineering president and said, "Get ten planes and fly them all for me."

secretary:"……"

are you crazy!

This godly titled "Goodnight, Mr. Gu" is a comic adapted from a novel. The original work is "Ms. Gu, your little wife ran away with the ball again."

Seeing this in the comics, Ah Wan felt that Jiang Zhi who bought the island and Gu Yingjun who bought the plane were really honey-like, and there was a strong second-degree atmosphere.

Ah Wan was deeply embarrassed.

The day after Hua Jun and Hong San were arrested, Jiao Zihao's wife came to the police station to claim the body.

The funeral was three days later, on that day, it was cloudy.

Because it was a drug police officer or an undercover agent, the funerals were secretly held for fear of affecting the family, and even relatives and friends were not notified.

The mourning hall is located in the funeral home.

Qiao Nanchu parked the car on the side of the road, and when he got out of the car, he saw an acquaintance.

It was the Xiao team of the anti-drug team. He wore a black formal suit: "Why are you here?"

He brought the police uniform and was in the car without wearing it.

Qiao Nanchu walked ahead, and the two entered the funeral home one after the other. He looked back at Team Xiao: "You are not here too."

I don’t know if there are too many funerals today. As soon as I entered the hall, the crying ceased. Team Xiao sighed, "It's just us."

They also knew that the bully Ahao was a glorious anti-narcotics policeman with the alarm number: 110893.

The more you go in, the darker the light.

Before entering the mourning hall, Qiao Nanchu stopped at the door and asked: "Have you recruited?"

Team Xiao shook his head: "One mouth is tighter than the other."

Qiao Nanchu took his hand out of his pocket and entered the mourning hall.

There is no one to condole, Jiao Zihao's wife Qiu is sitting on the ground alone, with disheveled hair and red eyes: "You are?"

Qiao Nanchu didn't reply, put a white chrysanthemum in front of the tablet, then stood up straight and saluted.

Team Xiao is beside, there is also a white chrysanthemum, a military salute.

Qiu stood up on his back, staggered to the spiritual position, covered his mouth, and cried: "Zihao, your comrade-in-arms...Your comrade-in-arms is here..."

Team Xiao rolled the beginning and red eyes.

"Sorrow and change."

In the end, there are only these four pale words, and everything is light, and everything is like a throat.

Before leaving, Qiu chased it out, and only asked, "Is it painful when Zihao left?"

Team Xiao bowed his head and was silent.

It was Qiao Nanchu who spoke and said, "It's not painful."

"That's good...that's good..."

Qiu murmured a few words and sat down, crying bitterly.

"uncle."

A seven or eight-year-old boy stood at the door and pulled Qiao Nanchu's sleeve.

He is tall and strong, and looks a lot like his father: "Are you my father's friend?"

Qiao Nanchu squatted down: "Yeah."

The little boy looked very stubborn and sad, but like a little adult, he refused to cry: "Then is my father a bad person?"

Qiao Nanchu shook his head.

He sniffed, but still refused to cry: "They said my dad was a big bad guy, so he was beaten to death. They said nonsense, right?"

"Yes, they are talking nonsense."

Qiao Nanchu was squatting, about the same height as the child. He raised his hand and wanted to pat the child's head. Finally, the palm of his hand fell on his shoulder.

He told the little man: "Your father is not a badass." His eyes were red, "He is a hero."

He lied. His comrade-in-arms was in pain when he left. He was chopped a lot of knives and was not fatal. The blood on his body was almost drained.

Is it a child, or crying.

He cried and said in a childish voice, "I will be a hero when I grow up."

He wiped away the tears again and gritted his teeth.

His two sisters are only full moon, and in the future, he will be the parent, so he can't cry. If he cries, his mother will be even more sad.

"mom."

The little boy walked into the mourning hall, knelt beside his mother, and patted her on the back: "Don't cry."

Team Xiao covered his eyes and went out, his fingers wet.

Qiao Nanchu stood outside the mourning hall, did not rush to walk, leaned against the wall, and lit a cigarette.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Wen Baiyang had just finished taking a bath when a text message came from his cell phone.

Qiao Nanchu: "I'm at your door."

He seldom comes to her, if he does, there is usually something to do.

Wen Baiyang put a piece of clothing on the outside of his pajamas and went to open the door: "Why are you here?" She asked in sign language.

He was standing in front of her door, his eyes groggy and drunk: "Come and ask for tea."

She stepped forward and sniffed: "Did you drink?"

He laughed: "A little bit."

It's not just a little bit, he is very drunk, his eyes are gray and dejected.

Wen Baiyang let the way: "You sit down, I'll make tea." She hesitated, whether to help him.

Qiao Nanchu walked in by himself, and his footsteps... Fortunately, it was just a little floating. He picked up the couch and lay down directly, closing his eyes and pinching his eyebrows.

Wen Baiyang made some tea and came back. He was already asleep, and the sofa was still a little smaller. He couldn't put his legs down and curled up like that.

"Brother Chu."

She couldn't make a sound, so she put the teapot down, leaned over and pushed Qiao Nanchu's hand.

He opened his eyes, slightly drunk, his eyes blurred.

She was afraid that he could not see the sign language clearly, and moved closer: "Don't sleep, you will catch a cold."

He turned over, but couldn't get up, his eyes were very faint, with a faint smile, and his eyes were lazy, so he looked at her like that: "Are you afraid of me catching a cold?"

She nodded.

He put his hand on his neck, as usual, in a nonchalant manner, but not the same, his mouth smiled dullly: "Then why don't you get me a quilt?"