Black belly male god green plum wife

Chapter 85
Early mornings, the days when you go to work on time.

"Oh my God!"

Tang Ziheng just walked out of the research room when he heard a shocked voice from inside: "What's going on in the office? Did someone fight here last night?"

fight!
Tang Ziheng was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but quicken his pace and jog in.

His plants! Be safe!
After seeing the situation in front of him, Tang Ziheng paused, as if someone had suddenly tapped the Dingshen acupuncture point, and stared blankly at the chaotic office with his mouth half open.

Here... who said the fight just now?
The chaotic scene in front of me was clearly the result of being bombed by bombers last night! It was still up and down, from left to right, and it was bombed without any omission!
The desks of several of them fell to the ground, and the documents and papers on the desks were scattered all over the floor; several rows of flower stands placed in the office also fell down, as did the soil and the plants inside. scattered all over the place.

Of course, there was no blood on the floor, no bullet casings or anything like that.It had been cleared long before they came to work.

Those traces have been cleaned up, and their research room still maintains its post-war appearance.

In particular, the oversized flower stand leaning against the door was actually turned in one direction, from vertical to horizontal.You know, it takes several people to move this oversized flower stand!
How did one night's work become like this?
"This this……"

Tang Ziheng looked around at everything in front of him with his mouth open, and asked in disbelief, "Is this our office?"

"nonsense."

A colleague rolled his eyes at him: "Is there a botanical laboratory besides ours in Huanshan Town?"

"Oops!"

Tang Ziheng slapped his legs violently and shouted: "The plants inside me!"

The plants in the office are all common flowers and plants, but the flowers and plants in the greenhouse have very rare varieties, and there are several varieties that they are researching!
Regardless of tidying up the mess here, Tang Ziheng quickly dropped his briefcase and ran into the greenhouse.
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call!
After Tang Ziheng ran in, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily his side of the greenhouse wasn't bombed!
Although there were two or three rows of flower stands crookedly placed at the entrance of the greenhouse, and a few potted plants fell from them, but compared to the office, this place can be called a post-war safe zone.

Raising his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, Tang Ziheng moved the rows of flower stands around him back to their original positions, then put on his gloves a little worriedly, and walked into the greenhouse to examine carefully.

"Ziheng, what are you still doing inside?"

Suddenly a colleague outside called him: "The plants in the greenhouse have not been damaged, we have confirmed that, come out quickly and help tidy up the office."

"Okay," Tang Ziheng squatted in front of a plant he was studying: "I'll go there, wait a minute."

He is a cautious man with obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he will always think about it if he is not 100% sure.

"Forget it." After waiting for a while, the colleague outside shouted again: "You should take your tools and go to the back mountain to produce some soil and come back. The soil here has been destroyed and can no longer be used."

"Row."

Standing up and clapping his hands, Tang Ziheng went to the door, picked up a small shovel and bag, and walked towards the back of the mountain.

(End of this chapter)