Chapter 182

Zhou Ze suddenly felt that this old man was a treasure. A while ago, Lao Dao had even discussed with him whether to enshrine a God of Wealth or a statue of Guan Gong in the bookstore.

Now, thinking about it, there's no need to enshrine those statues. Just bringing this old man into the bookstore to live would protect the bookstore's feng shui and ensure its prosperity.

Zhou Ze had seen people of high status before, but this old man's status was almost a bug.

Again, he had joined the army. If he had pursued other industries, or if the backdrop of the era had been different, he would have undoubtedly achieved extraordinary things.

However, everyone's fate is different, and choices vary. Perhaps, for the old man, choosing to be a soldier and fighting alongside his comrades was the most regret-free choice.

Even at the age of ninety, he could still happily reunite with his comrades in his "dreams" every night. In this life, he didn't feel like he had lived in vain, nor did he feel like he had wasted his life and given up other more beautiful things.

The old man had said that he had no children, so if he were to leave, he would truly be gone completely.

Perhaps, he was still alive now, simply treating his home as an inn, a place for his fallen comrades to gather.

In fact, from another perspective, Zhou Ze felt that the couplet hanging at the entrance of his bookstore was more suitable for the entrance of the old man's home.

Believe it if you will, this is what I have heard.

Zhou Ze himself found it difficult to reach this state now, especially after achieving good results. He had become very utilitarian in his actions, and he no longer had the lazy and leisurely temperament he once possessed.

But the old man, in this courtyard, lived a life of: "Who first awakens from the grand dream? I alone know myself in this life."

Unrestrained and natural, free from constraints, the courtyard may be small, but his memories were long and distant.

After that, everything was quiet until dawn.

In the morning, Xu Qinglang drove here with Lao Dao in the passenger seat. The monkey had also been found.

As Zhou Ze was helped into the car, Lao Dao lowered his head, feeling very embarrassed.

His boss was weak after unleashing his ultimate move.

But he, rushing to deliver buffs, was stopped by the traffic police for driving without a license.

Xu Qinglang had bailed him out not only by using some connections, but also by burning a lot of paper money. Even though Boss Zhou hadn't said anything, Lao Dao himself felt a pang of heartache.

"Lao Dao," Zhou Ze said.

"Yes, Boss," Lao Dao glanced at the boss in the back seat with a guilty conscience.

"Let's go learn to drive together in a while and get a license."

"Um... okay."

In fact, both Zhou Ze and Lao Dao knew how to drive, but Xu Le didn't have a license, and Lao Dao had never bothered to get one. If they really went to take the test, it would just be a formality.

Along the way, Xu Qinglang kept looking at Doctor Lin in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Watching her wipe Zhou Ze's face, watching her peel fruit for Zhou Ze, watching her carefully ask Zhou Ze if he felt uncomfortable anywhere.

In short, the whole car was filled with the smell of dog food.

Lao Dao didn't care. Anyway, every ghost boss of his always had endless romantic luck when it came to women and female ghosts. This was something you couldn't envy. If you wanted to envy it,

You'd have to die first.

Lao Dao didn't want to die, so he was willing to endure the loneliness of being single. Zhou Ze had asked him before why he didn't find an old partner to live a good life with. Lao Dao replied that he aspired to roam the world.

If he married someone, he would have to let down so many lost women waiting for him to comfort them. It would be their loss, so he could only sacrifice himself to fulfill everyone's needs.

Two hours later, Xu Qinglang stopped the car in front of Doctor Lin's house.

Before getting out of the car, Doctor Lin specifically said, "I'll send another copy of the agreement. Just sign it and mail it to me."

Zhou Ze was a little disappointed. Although this trip didn't last long, it was quite an experience. However, after all the twists and turns, the two of them seemed to have resumed the rhythm before they left.

The divorce agreement.

Zhou Ze nodded, not trying to keep her, not even saying anything else, just waving goodbye and reminding her to rest well. After he finished saying these meaningless platitudes, Doctor Lin went upstairs and went home. Xu Qinglang started the car again, and twenty minutes later, they returned to the bookstore.

Lao Dao got out of the car first, taking the monkey to dig in the mud.

Xu Qinglang helped Zhou Ze open the car door, handed him a cigarette, and smiled, "If you really like her, just be bolder."

"And then Doctor Lin thinks I'm good in bed and specially leaves me three thousand yuan on the nightstand?" Zhou Ze retorted.

"............" Xu Qinglang.

"Actually, this is good. I'm not a person of the yang world. If she gets too involved with me, it might not be a good thing for her."

"It's not a romance drama. Where do so many clichés and twists come from? To be honest, if the person who came in the Maserati that day wasn't the Faceless Woman but Doctor Lin, you two would probably be in the late stages of pregnancy by now."

Zhou Ze suddenly felt that what Xu Qinglang said made so much sense that he couldn't find anything to refute.

"Of course, if it really doesn't work, in vitro fertilization is very convenient now anyway, and the Lin family has money. You can tell her parents that they found a son-in-law who can't get it up, and if they want to have grandchildren, they have to do in vitro fertilization. I bet the Lin family would be very willing to spend money for you."

Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang with some surprise.

He felt that Xu Qinglang had gone bad.

Old Xu, who used to be so honest and loyal, had actually learned to fight back, and right after he had just satirized him.

The world is going downhill; people's hearts are not what they used to be.

Zhou Ze wanted to get out of the car with Xu Qinglang's help, but a white figure ran over and very gently picked Zhou Ze up, carrying him into the bookstore, and said at the same time:

"Boss, the water temperature is all set."

After Bai Yingying helped Zhou Ze take a bath, she carried Zhou Ze upstairs to the bedroom. Tea and fruit had also been placed in the bedroom. Zhou Ze drank half a cup of tea, and Yingying very thoughtfully used her lap as a pillow for Zhou Ze to rest on, massaging Zhou Ze's head with her hands just right, allowing Zhou Ze to slowly fall asleep.

This,

Is life.

This,

Is living.

When he woke up, it was already night. He ate a little something with sour plum juice, and Zhou Ze sat on the sofa downstairs with Bai Yingying's help.

After a while, Xu Qinglang also came downstairs. He was wearing a wine-red suit, his hair was combed just right, and he seemed to have sprayed some perfume on his body.

"So flashy, where are you going?" Zhou Ze asked, waving the newspaper in his hand.

"None of your business," Xu Qinglang glared at Zhou Ze.

That look perfectly portrayed the words "woman stepping out of the house for a rendezvous."

After tidying himself up in front of the mirror again, Xu Qinglang asked Bai Yingying, feeling good about himself:

"How's this outfit?"

"Very beautiful," Bai Yingying said.

"Before this outfit, you were a wandering oriole fluttering in the Parisian night. After this outfit, you are the highest-priced gigolo in Shanghai."

After Zhou Ze finished speaking, he took a sip of coffee.

"Didn't ask you."

Xu Qinglang waved his hand dismissively at Zhou Ze.

"People who can't get it up don't have the right to yap."

As Xu Qinglang spoke, he looked at Bai Yingying and gave her a knowing look.

Bai Yingying blushed and crossed her hands, poking her fingers together. Actually, the boss's thing...

Xu Qinglang left, taking a taxi. The bookstore seemed to still be filled with his flamboyant aura.

Bai Yingying refilled Zhou Ze's coffee and said, "Boss, Xiao Ke is still waiting for your reply about the Japanese priest."

"Have her keep an eye on it. My body isn't convenient lately."

Bai Yingying nodded, indicating that she understood.

............

As he walked to the door of the room,

Xu Qinglang hesitated.

At the same time, in his pocket, he was carrying six thousand yuan in cash.

She had contacted him again. He didn't want to come, but he always felt that some things needed to be clarified.

For example, he wasn't the gigolo she thought he was. So, he came, not only to return the three thousand yuan she had left last time, but also to give her another three thousand yuan.

Then he would seriously and solemnly tell her,

You are great,

You satisfied me very much,

This is your labor fee.

Huff...

A man

Must rise from where he is looked down upon.

He pressed the doorbell of the hotel room.

The door was opened.

The woman inside had a graceful demeanor. She should have just finished showering, without any makeup, but even more charming. The exposed skin gave people an impulse as if a demon had descended.

"I............"

Xu Qinglang cleared his throat, just as he opened his mouth to say a word, his lips were blocked by another pair of lips.

Then,

....

Xu Qinglang didn't fall asleep. Although he was very tired, like an old ox that had exhausted its strength from plowing, he still forced himself to open his eyes.

Reaching out to pick up his clothes, he wanted to give the money. This time, he would give the money first!

Dignity,

He can't forget dignity!

A man with more than twenty apartments,

Must have his own dignity!

"What are you doing?"

The woman lay in bed, holding a thin cigarette in her hand and asked.

"Giving money."

Xu Qinglang was unbuttoning his suit pocket.

"Pa!"

A stack of money was taken out from under the woman's pillow and thrown in front of Xu Qinglang,

There were tens of thousands of yuan.

Xu Qinglang was stunned.

He suddenly felt that the few thousand yuan in his pocket,

Seemed a little embarrassing to take out.

His dignity seemed to have been trampled on again, riddled with holes.

"I am very satisfied with you, very satisfied," the woman said.

"I am also very satisfied with you," Xu Qinglang said without showing any weakness.

"Satisfied with my price, right?"

"............" Xu Qinglang.

Soon, Xu Qinglang came back to his senses, folded the money on the bed, grabbed the woman's hand with one hand, and put the money back in her hand.

"I don't want your money, and I'm not............ Um? Your wrist?"

He didn't notice it last time.

He didn't notice it in the three times just now.

Now Xu Qinglang noticed it.

On the woman's left wrist, there were actually twenty dense scars, and some of the scars were new and had not completely healed.

"Every time I do it with a man who satisfies me, I am very happy. When I am happy, I want to leave some things that can be commemorated, things that can remind me of this happy and wonderful time today.

For example, today."

The woman didn't know where she took a razor blade from,

Right in front of Xu Qinglang,

"Poof"

There was a sound,

A bright red cut appeared.

The woman raised her head,

Opened her mouth,

And kept gasping for air,

She must be in a lot of pain, but her expression looked extremely joyful, like a drug addict who had gotten her wish.

Then,

The woman took the burning cigarette butt, and directly burned it on the new scar.

"Hiss............"

The woman took a deep breath,

Then exclaimed:

"Comfortable..."