There’s an Evil Spirit Here

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The old street where Mr. Fu's meditation shop is located.

As soon as Founder entered the nursery, he could see Zuo Qianhu looking at him with a happy expression.

There was a ghost in his face.

Am I getting handsome?

Founder subconsciously reached out and touched his face, thinking that this possibility is very high.

"Brother Zhiqiu."

"Brother Zuo."

The two greeted each other.

Zuo Qianhu: "Brother Zhiqiu, why did you come here in advance today?"

Founder: "Not for it yet."

"Recently, Yiyi bought cat food for it, and it was too greedy, and she suffered from indigestion. I have to pull it seven or eight times a day recently. I pinched my fingers, and the time for shoveling **** should be coming soon, so come to pick up clothes Yihei Hei. "

Squatting motionlessly aside, his body stiff and straight, as if a black beckoning cat, looked at Fang Zhengzheng with a frustrated face.

What's wrong with me?

Can I lie down without moving?

Zuo Qianhu was stunned for a moment: "Gastrointestinal dyspepsia?"

Even if you have to make excuses to persuade me, you have to find an excuse to be at least credible.

Indigestion?

I don't know if Fang is really lacking eyesight. A serious nonsense: "Yes, it is gastrointestinal indigestion."

Thousand households: "..."

Under the black-faced **** of Zuo Qianhu, Fangzheng was holding the small hand of Yiyi, and took the relieved burden behind him, and followed with ease, and said goodbye to Mr. Fu and Mr. Zhang butcher in the next store.

However, Fang Zhengyi walked into the nether shop and greeted him with two reassuring faces.

"Did I enter the wrong door today?"

Founder quit suspiciously, and then stepped into the nethershop, watching Mr. Fu and Zhang Tufu's face dark and dark. He confirmed his eyes, and now he entered the right door.

Originally, Mr. Fu and Zhang Tufu, who wanted to open their mouths, praised a few words of Founder, were black at the moment, and even the best mood was gone.

Mr. Fu was busy in silence, carrying boxes of folded yellow paper for graves in his hand, while Zhang Tufu continued to drink white wine and ate the plate of braised pork head meat that seemed to never be eaten.

Founder, who was already nervous, looked at the familiar picture in front of him and nodded secretly.

This is what he thinks, Mr. Fu and Zhang Tufu are normal people.

"Yiyi and Xiaohei, say hello to Mr. Fu and Zuoqianhu, we are leaving." Founder said to Yiyi and regaining his spirit.

Yiyi held Founder's hand, and the polite and sensible Mr. Zhao Fu and Zhang Tufu bowed and bowed.

After all, Yiyi can't speak, and can only express her inner thoughts through body language.

Meow ~ Little black trembling uttered a cry to moo milk cat.

The dignity and little pride of the Meow Star?

Is life important?

...

Because the clothes were received earlier today, and it was still dawn, Fang was riding the shared bicycle to get back.

Seeing the night, there was such a scene.

There are not many weights of clothes sitting in the basket,

Xiaohei squatted on the handlebar, her tail swaying from side to side, her toes high, and her arrogance was not good. Like a arrogant queen, her eyes squinted around.

Therefore, Founder has always felt that Xiaohei has definitely floated recently.

When Fangzheng brought Yiyi and a small pet back home, the first time Fangzheng inserted the key and pushed open the door, I saw Yiyi and Xiaohei, two little friends who were tired together all day, and ran into the house happily , Yiyi poured out a large pot of cat food for Xiaohei to eat. The two little guys were eating one and the other was watching quietly. It seemed that they were tired of being together all day without feeling tired.

Looking at Xiaohei, he buried his fleshy cat face in the cat pot and chewed the cat food. He raised the flesh cat face from time to time and yelled at Yiyi. Founder was curious and asked Yiyi: "Can you Understand the words of this inflated cat? "

Yiyi picked up the tablet and bumped and entered a few Chinese characters: "There is sand in the cat food, and the taste is a bit salty. Change the brand cat food next time."

Founder read it twice before and after, and then read this sentence. You should add a "" at the beginning, because this kind of words is just a glance.

Founder was a little surprised.

He just asked casually, not thinking that Yiyi could really understand Xiao Hei's words.

Is this the language of the undead?

At this time, Xiaohei cried a few times next to the milk, and Yiyi used a tablet to make another line of small characters: "Evian, water, do you buy it here, everyone watching the video is drinking Evian, some cat food salty."

Evian?

Founder spent two more readings to understand the meaning of Yiyi's words. After all, Yiyi does not receive normal education like other children. Everything is based on early education video self-study.

"It's selling, not buying, buying is buying, selling is selling. Buying is the third sound, and selling is the fourth sound." Founder tangled with the typos of Yiyi.

If translated, Yiyi probably means that there is Evian mineral water sold nearby. Xiaohei eats cat food and feels salty. Xiaohei wants to drink Evian mineral water.

After understanding the meaning of the words, Founder suddenly felt who was the master in this family. Even my master was drinking boiled water from tap water. As a result, a pet cat's mouth would need Evian mineral water. Drink imported mineral water ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Whoever is the master, cats drink more water than people.

Founder felt that it was necessary for him to re-establish his life values.

Founder took out Zhang Baiyuan's old man's head, squatted down, looked at the clothes in front of him, and said with a heavy heart: "The retail price of a bottle of Evian mineral water is more than ten yuan, and the woodcarving sold by Yiyi is 100 yuan, even ten Can't afford a bottle of water. "

Founder tried hard to think about it, and then said with a serious expression: "In short, it is a word" expensive "," very expensive "."

Founder talked dryly, and finally set up the value of "expensive" for five or six years old children, and then got up.

It's just that he looked at the two little guys who were squatting together and didn't know what to do. Fang Zheng always had a very bad hunch. I didn't know if Yiyi really understood him.

Maybe this is what every parent needs to worry about.

Well,

It seems that it is because of too few homework.

Should Founder start to wonder if he should add more homework, it is better to let the child have no time to idle and think about it?

...

When Fang Xuan waited for Yiyi and Xiaohei, don't make too much noise at home, and after disturbing the neighbors to rest, this returned to her bedroom.

He began to count all the gains tonight.

In the university city, the wool has ten runes,

And then milked 14 runes on Gao Shu's paintings,

Eight runes were lit in the factory area in the middle of the night,

There are thirty-two runes here.

The next harvest in the underground cemetery, this is really the big head, one, two, three ... Founder was delighted, he counted carefully three times in total, this was finally confirmed, only in the underground cemetery, a total of gains Sixty-three ordinary runes.

They all caught up with the last time they went to Southeast Asia to evacuate overseas Chinese.

Founder was very happy.