Jiang Zhi nodded with satisfaction: I don't have the money to buy the island now.

But he can't let his little ancestor become a poor egg, so he can only save money for her secretly, and he can't let her know that he can save her from buying an island.

Of course, he didn't think the two of them would quarrel in the future, and it was unlikely that she would leave him to live on the island, but ...... If he doesn't get rid of this island, he will expect to lose sleep tonight.

"Eori. ”

"Hmm. ”

Zhou Xufang pulled the collar of his pajamas, his eyes followed the rules, and she said, "You and Chu Manman are alike." ”

"Who is Chu Manman?"

Eori lay down, squeezed into a pillow with her, pulled the quilt, and covered her tightly.

Zhou Xufang was very honest in his sleep, lying straight, like a piece of wood, with his head tilted, looking at Jiang Zhi: "A comic heroine." She explained the content of the comic a little, "She is the little wife of Mr. Gu." ”

Eori: "......"

He couldn't refute it.

Just now, he did ask for a car, a house, and a watch, and if you count it seriously, it is a package. Wrap up and wrap up, it's Zhou Xufang, he can accept it, but-

"Lin Wanwan took you to read comics again?"

Zhou Xufang didn't know how to carry the black pot in a late night, she said honestly: "No, I found it myself, this comic is an adaptation and is very famous." Speaking of her favorite, her eyebrows fluttered, and her tone was quite proud and proud, "It also filmed a TV series, and my friend who posted the barrage told me that there were comics, or comics were great, so I went to find comics." ”

Eori asked, "Which one?"

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

“……”

His family is really poisoned by this.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Ah Wan hadn't slept yet, stayed up all night waiting for the comic update, and then received the boss's WeChat, and suddenly felt so disappointed!

Ah Wan's note to Jiang Ori is: The neuropathy of beauty.

Beauty's neurosis: "There's an island called Moon Bay, you go and get in touch and buy it." ”

Ah Wan's own remarks to herself are: The brave and invincible MAN· LIN。

The invincible MAN· LIN: "Boss, what are you buying 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, if you want to go back, if you can't think back, you won't go back, and let Ah Wan beat him up as he wants.

Forget it, he continued to read the comics.

At twelve o'clock, the comic is updated on time, and the latest episode is as follows:

The heroine Chu Manman and the male protagonist Gu Yingjun accompanied the client to climb the mountain, but Chu Manman got lost, Gu Yingjun was anxious, and searched half of the mountain before finding the beauty.

Then it was dark, and there were lonely men and widows, melons and plums, and dry firewood...... It is impossible, the two sat back to back under the tree, looked at the stars and the moon, and talked about the philosophy of life from poetry and songs.

"Mr. Gu, look, meteor!" The heroine Chu Manman was very surprised, and showed a charming smile in the moonlight.

The male protagonist Gu Yingjun looked at the charming smile of the female protagonist and doted: "Little fool, that's an airplane." ”

"Oh, it's an airplane. The heroine Chu Manman's embarrassed expression also revealed a trace of innocent coquettishness and cuteness, "It's also very good-looking." ”

The male protagonist Gu Yingjun was fascinated by this innocent coquettishness and cuteness.

After the heroine Chu Manman fell asleep on the shoulder of the male protagonist Gu Yingjun, Gu Yingjun obsessively looked at the sleeping face of the beautiful woman for a while, and then made a call to the secretary.

Gu Yingjun dragged the cool and domineering president and said, "Get ten planes over and drive them all to the sky." ”

Secretary: "......"

Neurotic!

This masterpiece is called "Good Night, Mr. Gu", which is an adapted comic, and the original work is "Mr. 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, was really similar to Gu Yingjun, who bought a plane, and there was a strong atmosphere of middle school.

Ah Wan was deeply embarrassed.

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

The funeral was three days later, and that day, the sky was cloudy.

Because it was an anti-narcotics police officer or an undercover agent, for fear of affecting the family, the funeral was held secretly, and even relatives and friends were not notified.

The mourning hall was set up in the funeral home.

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

It was Team Xiao of the anti-narcotics team, and he was wearing a black suit: "Why are you here?"

He came over in a police uniform, in the car, not on.

Qiao Nanchu walked ahead, and the two entered the funeral home one after the other, and he looked back at Team Xiao: "Aren't you here too." ”

I don't know if there are a lot of funerals today, as soon as I entered the museum, the crying did not stop, and Team Xiao sighed: "It's just the two of us." ”

As far as they know, gangster Ah Hao is a glorious anti-narcotics policeman, warning: 110893.

The further you go inside, the dimmer the light becomes.

Before entering the mourning hall, Qiao Nanchu paused 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 were no condolences, Jiao Zihao's wife Qiu sat alone on the ground, her hair unkempt, red and swollen 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 was next to him, and it was also a white chrysanthemum, a military salute.

Qiu Shi stood up with his body propped up, staggered to the spiritual seat, covered his mouth, and cried: "Zihao, your comrade-in-arms...... Your comrades are here......"

Team Xiao tilted his head and red-eyed.

"Condolences change. ”

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

Before leaving, Qiu chased after him and only asked, "When Zihao left, was it painful?"

Team Xiao bowed his head and was silent.

It was Qiao Nanchu who opened his mouth and said, "It's not painful." ”

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

Qiu muttered a few words, sat down, and wept bitterly.

"Uncle. ”

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

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

Qiao Nanchu squatted down: "Hmm." ”

The little boy looked very stubborn, obviously very sad, but like a little adult, he couldn't help but cry: "Then is my father a bad person?"

Qiao Nanchu shook his head.

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

"Yes, they are talking nonsense,"

Qiao Nanchu squatted, about the same height as the child, he raised his hand and wanted to pat the child's head, but in the end, the palm of his hand still fell on his shoulder.

He told the little man, "Your dad isn't a badass. "His eyes are reddened," he is a hero. ”

He lied, his comrades were in pain when they left, they were slashed many times, none of them were fatal, and the blood on their bodies was almost dry.

In the end, it was the child, or crying.

He cried and said, "When I grow up, I want to be a hero." ”

He wiped away his tears again and gritted his teeth to endure it.

His younger siblings are only full moon, and after that, he will be the parent, and 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 hurry to leave, leaned against the wall, and lit a cigarette.

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

Qiao Nanchu: "I'm at your door." ”

He rarely comes to her, and when he does, it's usually okay.

Wen Baiyang put a piece of clothing on top of her pajamas and went to open the door, "Why are you here?" she asked in sign language.

He stood 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." ”

It's not a little bit, he has a heavy smell of alcohol, and his eyes are gray, decadent and godless.

Wen Baiyang got out of the way: "You sit, I'll make tea." She hesitated to pick him up.

Qiao Nanchu went in by himself, his steps ...... Fortunately, it was just a little floating, he picked out the couch, lay down directly, closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows.

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

"Brother Chu. ”

She couldn't make a sound, so she put the teapot down and leaned over to push his hand.

He opened his eyes, slightly drunk, and his gaze was a little misty.

She was afraid that he would not be able to see the sign language clearly, so she came closer: "Don't sleep, you will catch a cold." ”

He turned over, but he didn't get up, the smile in his eyes was very faint, his eyes were a little lazy, so he looked at her like that: "Afraid that I will catch a cold?"

She nodded.

He put his hands on his neck, as usual, a casual look, but not the same, the corners of his mouth smiled tastelessly: "Then why don't you bring me the quilt?"

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Writing this chapter, I laughed and cried like a fool......