Chapter Twenty-Three: Odd

Zhao Baoxuan showed the two glass bottles in his hand: "Boss, you see I picked a little soil sample." ”

One of the bottles was the mud on the drill bit of the drilling rig, which she did not dare to touch with her fingers, but carefully scraped it off with a spatula while wearing gloves.

The other bottle was charcoal ash, from the same place where Lao Guo took the ashes.

She planned to send it to her brother, who worked at the Beijing Museum, and asked him to help test the composition of the mud and char ash.

Zhang Wuwei had a calm face: "It's okay to go up quickly." ”

Zhao Baoxuan pointed to Lao Guo's side: "There is something, I still have something to ask." ”

"Go back to the car. Zhang Wuwei couldn't help but wave his hand in the direction of the car: "Let the driver take you home first, and Saiwen and I will check here before leaving." ”

Niu Jianqiang hurriedly reached out to pick up the glass bottle, nodded and said, "I'll take you over, that ash can be filled with a little more ......"

Zhang Wuwei was very dissatisfied, and immediately interrupted: "Baoxuan!"

His tone was cold and faint, and he didn't say much, only called her name.

But Zhao Baoxuan just knew that if she stayed for one more second and said one more word, she wouldn't expect to come to this construction site again.

On the first day of work, he was given a bear by the boss, didn't it make my grandfather very faceless.

"Uncle Wei, then I'll go, see you tomorrow!

Zhao Baoxuan knew that the current affairs were Junjie, and ran away with two glass bottles.

Niu Jianqiang looked at Zhang Wuwei's face and smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Zhang, I haven't finished my words yet, take that ash back and drink it, you can be shocked." ”

Originally, this was a secret method, but in order to keep the project from suffering, Niu Jianqiang ruthlessly told the secret recipe.

The nobles raise their noble hands, and those of them who eat with their strength have a way to live.

Zhang Wuwei didn't seem to hear it, and walked to the elevator with an expressionless face.

......

Zhao Baoxuan contacted her senior brother first when she went home.

As a result, the phone was turned off, WeChat was gone, and other teachers and classmates seemed to have made an appointment, but no one paid attention to her.

"Well, pretend you're all meeting at the pyramid!"

The excitement of wanting to share with others suddenly fell short, Zhao Baoxuan's heart was strangely uncomfortable, and the little emotions that Zhang Wuwei restrained to prevent her from understanding the situation with Lao Guo turned over again.

She opened Master Zhou's dream interpretation column.

Master Zhou's fans still don't know that Master Zhou has privately contacted Zhao Baoxuan with a text message on the site, and they have posted in the column that they are waiting for the feedback of the young lady stupidly.

Anyway, she didn't have anything to do, so she opened her post asking about her dream and watched it slowly floor by floor.

One of the replies caught Zhao Baoxuan's attention.

[The landlord wants to kill the groom in a dream, this dream shows that you had a marriage in your previous life, or a bad fate, or a grudge couple. The landlord can pay attention to whether he has seen anyone who looks similar to the person in his dream in his life. 】

Zhao Baoxuan rolled her eyes, what kind of mess is this? Mixed her two dreams together and remade up a story to reply to her!

She just had a stomach full of words to say, so she quickly typed a few lines and clicked send:

[Please read my post carefully! There is no such thing as chasing the groom!Thank you!]

The ID on that floor is called the old gypsy witch.,Apparently it's on the line.,It didn't take long to reply to the post again:

[The person who is chased and killed by the landlord, not only does not run, but also marries you, which means that you have more than 12 marriages, hey, what is the situation in the world?]