After smoking, Mao Sandao took a stroll outside for a while.
He didn't want to touch Zhang Shuyan's cold ass with his hot face.
Nearly two and a half hours later, Mao Sandao returned to the hospital.
It happened that Jiao Qiu'er's surgery was also completed at this time.
The doctor pushed the focus ball out: "The operation went well."
Zhang Shuyan quickly stepped forward and grabbed Jiao Qiu'er's hand, and cried uncontrollably.
After hearing the doctor say that the operation went well, Mao Sandao breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiao Qiu'er returned to the ward, and Mao Sandao left the hospital after giving a few casual instructions on the grounds that there was something going on at the bank.
He felt that Jiao Qiu'er felt more at ease with Zhang Shuyan by his side, and he didn't have to be a bright light bulb in the ward.
Besides, it was getting late and he had to go back to the bookstore to "work".
Before going to the bookstore, Mao Sandao decided to go home first. He wanted to take Mao Qiuer with him.
After all, having Furball by your side can bring a little fun to your boring work.
In addition, it can be more convenient to take care of it.
He was a little worried. He was worried that if he often left the fur ball to dry like this, he might one day become cold and run away from home.
On the way back to the study room with Furball in his arms, Mao Sandao bought a bag of dog food.
Of course, it's the most expensive one.
He felt it was necessary to fulfill his promise to Mao Qiu'er.
Imagination is always beautiful, but before Mao Sandao actually took Mao Qiu'er to the bookstore and entered the store, Mao Qiu'er jumped from his arms to the ground, moaning softly towards the book store with frightened eyes.
There is something abnormal about Furball.
It seemed to have discovered something, its tail was tightly clamped between its hind limbs, and it began to retreat backwards.
Dogs are psychic, and Mao Sandao believes that Mao Qiu'er must be the one who discovered the inside of the bookstore.
Hence, instinctive fear.
"Fooball, it's okay, come in with me."
Squeak...!
Mao Sandao opened the door and waved to Mao Qiuer.
Maoqiu'er ignored him and turned his gaze to the inside of the bookstore, staring intently.
Mao Sandao stepped forward and gently stroked Mao Qiu'er's head: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
He picked up Furqiuer and walked into the study room with his legs up.
Mao Qiu'er was in Mao Sandao's arms, his eyes constantly looking around, and finally his eyes fixed on the door at the back of the bookstore.
Moreover, he kept moaning "嘤...嘤..." from his mouth, and his whole body was already trembling.
It seems that Doukui's aura is strong enough to make Mao Qiu'er afraid.
After Mao Qiu'er's fear calmed down, Mao Sandao sat at the cashier, opened the "Visit Book" and started reading.
As expected, Zhang Shuyan, who had been exchanged for her appearance, also had a red cross under her name like all the visitors.
Regarding the appearance of the fork, it gave him a headache. Doukui said that he would know about it later, but he didn't know how long it would take.
Furball got under the cashier and curled up against his ankles.
Mao Sandao put aside this problem for the time being. He put down the "Visit Book", carefully moved his feet, found a small cardboard box in the store and placed it under the cashier, which served as Maoqiu'er's residence.
He found a knife and cut a gap in the corner of the dog food bag. Since he couldn't find the utensils, he poured the dog food on the ground.
"Maoqiuer, it's time to eat."
"Woof!"
Maoqiu'er walked out from under the cashier counter very carefully. After seeing the "unidentified object" on the ground, he went up and took a sniff.
Suddenly, he wolfed it down.
Listening to the chirping sounds from its mouth, this dog food must taste good.
Mao Sandao had the urge to try it...
Touching Mao Qiu'er's head, Mao Sandao suddenly felt that it was a little pitiful.
This is probably the most luxurious meal it has ever had, right?
After Mao Qiu'er finished eating the food on the floor and got back into the carton under the cashier, Mao Sandao picked up the "Visit Book" again and looked at the names registered on it carefully.
He wanted to remember all these names in his mind, and planned to find out the "side effects" of these people after their souls were ingested over time.
Of course, the most important thing is that he wants to know whether Doukui has fulfilled all the guests' requests.
The most important thing now is not to make Doukui suspicious.
It was a bit boring to stay in the bookstore. I expected to tease Furball to relieve the boredom, but Furball slept in the cardboard box with his tongue exposed and belly up.
It has completely relaxed its vigilance.
Mao Sandao pursed his lips. This dog was really not poor. He could sleep like a dead dog in such a simple environment.
Helpless, he got up and walked to the bookshelf, and pulled out a book from the bookshelf, "Women Can Hold Up Half the Sky".
This book is written by the writer Leng Feng.
Leng Feng, formerly known as Ren Feng, is a current best-selling author.
The year before last, he had just won the title of "Top Ten Outstanding Writers in Nanpu".
In fact, Mao Sandao had not paid any attention to Leng Feng before, and it could even be said that he had no interest in his books at all.
But after reading another book he wrote, "The Charm of Women", I gradually became interested.
Mainly because he analyzed the importance of women in society extremely thoroughly.
Moreover, in today's society, the existence of women has far surpassed that of men in some aspects.
Lengfeng is particularly good at writing this type of writing.
Therefore, his female fan base is particularly large.
Mao Sandao was quietly reading "Women Hold Up Half the Sky", while Mao Qiuer was lying quietly under the cashier.
In this way, one person and one dog spent the afterglow into the night without realizing it.
After reading Leng Feng's book "Women Can Hold Up Half the Sky", Mao Sandao believed that he had changed from a "passer-by" to his die-hard fan.
Just when Mao Sandao was licking his fingers and preparing to turn the next page, Mao Qiu'er's body was startled and his head poked out from under the cashier.
"Woof! Woof woof!"
It barked several times in the alley outside the store.
"Fooball, don't scream!"
Mao Sandao closed the book and comforted Mao Qiu'er. He knew clearly that a guest was coming.
After a while, a man appeared at the door of the bookstore and walked in swaggeringly.
The man was dressed in fancy clothes, about 30 years old, with dirty hair that seemed to have not been washed for a long time.
His tired face was covered with stubble.
After the man walked in, Mao Sandao found that there were thick dark circles around the man's eyes, and his eyes were somewhat dull and bloodshot.
He could also vaguely smell the nauseating smell emanating from the man's clothes.
The odor is caused by mold multiplying in large quantities and emitting acidic substances.
It also comes with some bad smoke smell.
Mao Sandao shrugged his nose, stood up, raised his signature smile, and stretched out a hand: "Hello, welcome to Jingyuan Bookstore."
"Yes." The man did not reach out, but put his hands into his trouser pockets and glanced around the store.
From the man's eyes, Mao Sandao noticed a hint of disgust.
Mao Sandao pursed his lips and retracted his hand. Although he was a little unhappy in his heart, he still smiled and pointed to the chair opposite: "Please sit down."
"Woof woof...!"
Before the man could sit down, Maoqiuer jumped out from under the cashier and roared at the man.
"Damn beast! You...what are you yelling at?!"
The man instinctively took a few steps back and looked at Furball stamping his foot angrily.
"Obey the fur ball, go back and stay." Mao Sandao scolded, looked at the man and smiled, "My dog usually bites evil people when it sees it. Don't be afraid, it may have misunderstood."
"What a beast!"
The man kept his eyes on the fur ball and sat down uneasily.
"It's true that it's a beast, but some people are worse than beasts!" Mao Qiu'er was scolded, and Mao Sandao was a little unhappy. He answered the man in a roundabout way without leaving any trace.
In Mao Sandao's eyes, speaking human language to others and lying to ghosts are the highest principles to follow in order to survive in this society.
"Give me an accurate word. I want to change my dream. Can I do it?" The man didn't seem to understand the implication of Mao San's words. After confirming that Mao Qiu'er was back under the cashier, he started to ask directly.
"There is nothing that cannot be done." Mao Sandao opened the "Visit Book" and said in a serious tone, "I have a few questions to ask first."
"Well, ask." The man leaned on the back of the chair, with his right leg on his left thigh, shaking constantly.
Mao Sandao's face turned dark. He hated the man in front of him very much.
"What is your name?"
"Han Yu, Han Fei's Han, the universe's Yu."
"age?"
"33."
Mao Sandao registered and asked: "You want to exchange for a dream, please tell me specifically what dream it is?"
The man waved his hand and replied impatiently: "Why do you ask so many questions?"
Mao Sandao suppressed the disgust that the man brought to him and patiently explained: "There are some situations that I need to understand clearly first. Just like when you go shopping and you don't tell the store what you need, how will the store know if the product is available? And how can I find this product for you?”
Mao Sandao let out a heavy breath, trying his best to contain his emotions that were about to go berserk.
Damn, it’s so hard to be in the service industry!
After listening to Mao Sandao's "professional" explanation, the man seemed to think it was reasonable and replied:
"It's very simple. I like to surf the Internet. The two old guys at home don't give me any money. I see that many Internet cafes are booming now, so I suddenly want to open one and be my own boss. Then I can surf the Internet every day. By the way, I want The big one!"
"cybercafe?"
Only then did Mao Sandao understand that the reason why the man looked so sloppy was probably because he had just come out of the Internet cafe.
It must have been soaked for several days.
