By the time Mao Sandao's discharge procedures were completed, Jiao Qiu'er and Zhang Shuyan had already gone downstairs to wait for him.
Because Jiao Qiu'er had difficulty with his legs and feet, Mao Sandao drove Jiao Qiu'er's blue car to his home.
On the way, Mao Sandao really wanted to tell Jiao Qiu'er about Ban Yun's transformation, but in the end he endured it.
On the one hand, he was worried that this incident would affect Jiao Qiu'er's mood and be detrimental to his physical recovery.
After all, apart from his own 0.001% of efforts, 99.999% of what makes Jiao Qiuer what he is today is due to Banyun.
In his heart, Banyun's status is like a god-like existence.
On the other hand, Mao Sandao was worried that Jiao Qiu'er would go to Beiziling because of this matter. If Lianfeng Xiaodao shamelessly told Jiao Qiu'er that Banyun was killed by Doukui, then all the efforts he had made before And all efforts to conceal it will be in vain.
Importantly, the focus of the ball is very dangerous.
Because Doukui would never allow a third person to know the secrets of the bookstore.
At the end of the day, it's all about the damn ball.
Mao Sandao roared loudly in his heart.
Jiao Maiqi, you idiot, it’s been eight lifetimes of bad luck for me to have known you!
Do you know how much pressure I have endured and how many immoral things I have done for you?
If you don't live well, I'll have to dig your grave when I get up in the middle of the night!
"Ah sneeze...! Ah sneeze...!"
Jiao Qiuer, who was in the back seat, sneezed twice suddenly. He rubbed his nose and cursed, "Which idiot is cursing me?"
Then, with a "bang", he patted the front seat: "The third handsome man, it must be you!"
Mao Sandao grabbed the steering wheel and glanced at Jiao Qiu'er from the corner of his eye: "Fart, I won't be so boring. Besides, scolding and thinking twice, maybe someone is thinking about you, you are so excited!"
Jiao Qiu'er frowned and thought for a moment, and seemed to think that this was true. He turned to look at Zhang Shuyan beside him, and his face fell into her arms like a ball rolling:
"Then Yan'er must be thinking about me, Yan'er, tell me, right?"
"roll!"
"okay."
Deflated, Jiao Qiu'er sat up straight, looked at Mao Sandao in the front row in embarrassment, and cursed:
"What the hell, why are you letting in a car cutting in front of you? If it were me, I'd just step on the accelerator and get fucked!"
Mao Sandao pouted, feeling aggrieved. This guy had obviously lost face in front of his girlfriend and wanted to get back 10% from him.
Mao Sandao grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and rubbed his face with the other. Then he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The car buzzed and rushed forward like an arrow.
"Fuck!"
Jiao Qiu'er almost bumped into the front row, and was so frightened that he quickly held Zhang Shuyan's arm tightly.
Zhang Shuyan, on the other hand, was holding on to the armrest tightly, her face turning blue and white with fear.
After arriving at Jiao Qiu'er's residence, Mao Sandao and Zhang Shuyan worked together to lift Jiao Qiu'er into the house.
Zhang Shuyan was still a little worried about Jiao Qiuer, so she planned to go to work in another city a few days later.
Mao Sandao looked at the time and saw that it was already late. He picked up the car keys on the table and shook them:
"Anyway, you can't drive a car recently. Lend me your car to drive for a few days."
"Take it and refuel yourself. If the car is damaged, you will have to pay for it." Jiao Qiu'er waved at him vigorously, as if he couldn't wait to drive him away.
Mao Sandao was a sensible person. He smiled and wished he could leave here as soon as possible.
He used to feel like a lightbulb, but now he feels like a beacon, an unpopular beacon.
As soon as Mao Sandao left, Jiao Qiu'er started to pull Zhang Shuyan's clothes anxiously.
After a while, Mao Sandao heard the two men's groans of "pain" and "pleasure" from the stairs.
"Can the bed... hold up?"
Mao Sandao turned around and looked at Jiao Qiu'er's door, frowned, and got goosebumps all over his body for no reason.
Walking to the parking lot downstairs, Mao Sandao started the car and accelerated toward the countryside.
In fact, he has thought about using the money from the bookstore to buy a car. Let alone a luxury car, even a top-notch car can be bought easily.
But he couldn't get over that hurdle in his heart. He always felt that the source of the money was unknown, he didn't earn it himself, and he couldn't use it reliably.
In less than half an hour, Mao Sandao arrived home. Similarly, when the fur ball saw Mao Sandao, he shook his head and ran over.
Mao Sandao didn't feed it. He wanted to take Mao Qiu'er to the study room and let him eat dog food.
He didn't know whether the dog food had a shelf life...
"Mao Qiu, get in the car and go to work!"
Mao Sandao opened the car door and waited for Mao Qiu'er to get in.
Perhaps it was his first time riding in a car, so Maoqiuer was a little scared. He lay motionless in the car, his eyes scanning around the car from time to time.
Facing the new environment, some are not comfortable with it.
"I'm warning you, don't relieve yourself in the car." Mao Sandao pointed at Furball's nose and said, "Otherwise I will wipe the car with your hair."
Mao Qiu'er glanced at Mao Sandao and turned his head away silently. He should...understand.
Mao Sandao locked the door to his home, opened the cab door, got in, and drove to the study room.
Before reaching the bookstore, Mao Sandao smelled a smell that made him suffocate.
Somewhat superior.
Mao Sandao slowly stopped the car on the side of the road, turned around, and saw Mao Qiu'er moving to one side.
Mao Sandao clearly saw the wet area underneath it, which was still orange...
"You damn beast, I told you not to urinate or defecate, why are you disobedient!"
Mao Sandao quickly got out of the car, grabbed the fur ball and carried it out.
He took out the floor mat inside, shook it, walked to the river, cleaned the floor mat, and found a long rag from the trunk to wipe it clean.
In order to prevent Mao Qiu'er from making a second mistake, Mao Sandao simply wrapped a long rag around Mao Qiu'er's belly several times.
It's like wearing a diaper...
Looking at his masterpiece, Mao Sandao nodded with satisfaction and headed towards the bookstore again.
After parking the car, Mao Sandao opened the back seat door, took off the rag wrapped around Mao Qiu'er's belly, and walked to the bookstore.
Entering the store, Mao Sandao grabbed a few handfuls of dog food for Mao Qiuer and placed them on the ground, while he sat at the cashier and opened the "Visit Book".
Apart from Han Yu's name missing from the "Visitor Book" and the number of registered people increasing, Mao Sandao didn't notice anything unusual.
He put the "Visit Book" up, looked at the number of pages, and couldn't help complaining:
"Just a few sheets, enough to register several people's names? Don't you know if they should be thicker?"
Suddenly, an unrealistic idea came into Mao Sandao's mind.
It's so thin. Is there a possibility that there is no place to register the "Visitor Book", which means the bookstore has closed down?
Mao Sandao eagerly hopes that this idea can be realized, and he also hopes that it is true.
Waiting is always boring. Mao Sandao picked up "Women Can Hold Up Half the Sky" written by Leng Feng again and read it carefully.
When night fell, Mao Sandao was also very sleepy. He placed the "Visit Book" in the middle of the table, crossed his arms, lay his head on it and fell asleep.
Suddenly, Furball quickly rushed out of the carton, ran to the door of the store and barked twice into the alley.
